Date: 5th Winter 5011
Pc’s: Darik and Danck (They sound the same! D:))
Darik had his eyes set on a certain inhabitant of Sunberth. He hadn’t been much into stealing since he had gotten his job, but he did it every now and then as a recreational sport. He needed to make sure if he ever got fired he would still have the necessary skills to survive on his own. But now that he didn’t do it purely for the money he could choose easier targets. Like the small little boy farther ahead of him on the street.
Usually Darik didn’t rob from boys, there weren’t enough of them in Sunberth. Infact, every time Darik saw them they were always dead and usually without a body. Also, they always seemed to be killed with the same weapon. So a certain man in Sunberth had something against young boys. Darik had never met him because he still had his head attached, but it was still odd. Why would a man ever kill young boys, the worst they can do is steal your stuff!
Now that he had a target, he needed a plan. What kind of tactic should he employ though? Overpowering usually wasn’t an option, but this boy was much shorter than him. But, every time he tried to overpower someone, even a little girl, he always ended up losing. No matter the odds he would lose, so that plan was a negative. How about a distraction though? With a distraction, maybe just maybe, the kid would be unaware of Darik sticking his hand in his pocket.
He headed off to fulfill his plan. He turned on a side street traveling on it to get ahead of the boy. He made his pace a jog, enjoying the feeling of motion on his muscles. He ran because he needed to, not because he wanted to get fit. He just ran a lot, so he was by definition fit. Having a stable income had done wonders on his body, giving him a much more stable appearance. He still wasn’t in the handsome range, but maybe that would change when his adolescence came to an end.
When he got out of the alley he was much farther than the boy. There was a chance that he could have turned off this street, but that wasn’t the time to think about it right now. He was approaching the Seaside Market and could see the faint outline of the outlaying shops. The front most shop was selling a wide range of fruits and vegetables so Darik approached it. A guard eyed him warily but he didn’t make any moves to stop Darik. He bought a watermelon for a gold miza to use in his distraction. It was a steal on the merchant’s part, but Darik let it slide with no haggling. He could easily make the money back tenfold by stealing from the boy.
He got a bit down the road before he heard a shout from behind him ”Scoundrel, you didn’t pay! Give me back that watermelon!” Darik turned around and saw the guard running at him. It took him a moment to process this information. How could he have possibly not paid the merchant? Unless…ohh. He must have accidentally given him one of the fake gold mizas made out of bottlecaps. It was a complete accident, Darik actually had meant to pay that for real.
But now that he had successfully((accidentally)) tricked the merchant, he might as well try to keep his booty. He swiveled around and took off. Only problem, he was still carrying the melon. He could have easily outrun the guard, that was in full armor, regularly, but a huge heavy thing occupied his arms. The feet only go as fast as the arms were swinging, and his arms were barely making any motion. He needed to get rid of the melon, else he may be paying more than just a miza.
Up the road came the boy. He must have been surprised at seeing Darik because he stopped for a second. He had a perfect idea to get the guard off his tail. He threw the melon straight at the boy removing the weight that had hampered his speed. ”It’s your problem now!” If the boy turned around he would see Darik running off into the distance waving goodbye to him. If he kept looking at him after that, he would have seen Darik wipeout.
He turned around too late. He came much to close to a wall and had to turn too quick. This threw him out whack and into a garbage can. He hit it and tumbled down. One of his knees skidded painfully against the ground as he hit the dirt. The pain shot through him like fire, but he gritted his teeth and kept running. He knew he could work through it, he had ran through worse injuries than this.
Alleys and roads flew past him as he ran. He let the wind take him were he went, he didn’t care were he headed. He just needed to make sure the guard wouldn’t catch up to him. He passed countless alleys and houses though sometimes he would accidentally go in a rectangle or a circle. Soon he was beat out and tired. He stopped, looking for a landmark. He couldn’t see anything recognizable. Was he…lost? |
Also I was a bit tired when I wrote this so it may have some repeating sentences on accident.
by Darik on December 20th, 2011, 5:14 am 
