Easy come...easy...
Aug 4, 2013 12:07:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2013 12:07:19 GMT -7
((Early evening, July 11th (date admin permission). Anyone in the area welcome.))
Loki stood quietly, leaning against the wall as she lit a cigarette, observing the crowd of the buisness district. The place was once her old haunting ground, along with her childhood friends. This was the place she learned how to pickpocket, how to blend in to crowds, fence off dodgy goods, the works. It was full of memories.
The place looked so much more different now. It was so much more built up. It almost scared her how quickly a place could change, even in this wretched city.
Taking a drag of her cigarette, she zoned out for a little while to remember the days when it seemed so much easier to get away with things and chuckled to herself. She wasn't the wide eyed, desperate looking cute little kid any more that could get away with anything with a sincere sounding appology and an eyefull of crocodile tears.
Loki smirked to herself and huffed. Easy come, easy go.
"John... Is that old Silvers girl over there?" Muttered one of three gentlemen of wealthy attire.
The man known as John peered over, down the other side of the alleyway. "It can't be. Silver and Liz both got hauled off to the nick and hung."
"Yeah, but we never got told what happened to their kid."
"Aw...feck... We better do something. She could still be legible to take back her dads buisness. If people know she's still around..."
There was panicked mumbling between the three men.
"There's only one way we can find out... Here... If she does... you know what to do."
"We could get arrested!"
"Mr Lancy will bail us out. Stop panicking."
There was more muttered talk between the three men.
"Alright, alright... fine. Fine. But we're running if..."
Meanwhile, back at the other end of the alley,, Loki played with the small, dented Zippo lighter in her hand.
"Oi, Loki! Loki Thompson!" Called a voice.
Loki glanced, wondering if it was one of her old fences trying to get her attention, she leaned further in and walked up to the voice, until one of three figures became suddenly recogniseable.
"John, John Woodston is that y-"
Her surprised question was cut off by a loud bang, and Loki staggered back in shock of the force that had hit her in the left side of her abdomen, her legs turned to jelly and she only just managed to keep herself from falling backwards.
"Sh*t, she's still standing!"
"I'll get do it then, you useless Jackass!"
After a moment of profound muttering, there was a click, and Loki mustered up the adrenaline to turn and run, until another loud bang filled the air, and a burning pain hit the back of her knee, instantly topling her to the cold, cobblestone floor with a yell of pain. She clutched the wound in her side. She could hear screams of civillians, and the three men running off yelling something about a crazed gunman on the roof.
Her breathing intensified, and her attempts to crawl were less and less fruitful as it suddenly dawned on her what had just happened. She up down at her hand that was now completely stained red, and placed it hurriedly back on the gunshot wound.
"Oh god...." the young theif whimpered.
Loki stood quietly, leaning against the wall as she lit a cigarette, observing the crowd of the buisness district. The place was once her old haunting ground, along with her childhood friends. This was the place she learned how to pickpocket, how to blend in to crowds, fence off dodgy goods, the works. It was full of memories.
The place looked so much more different now. It was so much more built up. It almost scared her how quickly a place could change, even in this wretched city.
Taking a drag of her cigarette, she zoned out for a little while to remember the days when it seemed so much easier to get away with things and chuckled to herself. She wasn't the wide eyed, desperate looking cute little kid any more that could get away with anything with a sincere sounding appology and an eyefull of crocodile tears.
Loki smirked to herself and huffed. Easy come, easy go.
"John... Is that old Silvers girl over there?" Muttered one of three gentlemen of wealthy attire.
The man known as John peered over, down the other side of the alleyway. "It can't be. Silver and Liz both got hauled off to the nick and hung."
"Yeah, but we never got told what happened to their kid."
"Aw...feck... We better do something. She could still be legible to take back her dads buisness. If people know she's still around..."
There was panicked mumbling between the three men.
"There's only one way we can find out... Here... If she does... you know what to do."
"We could get arrested!"
"Mr Lancy will bail us out. Stop panicking."
There was more muttered talk between the three men.
"Alright, alright... fine. Fine. But we're running if..."
Meanwhile, back at the other end of the alley,, Loki played with the small, dented Zippo lighter in her hand.
"Oi, Loki! Loki Thompson!" Called a voice.
Loki glanced, wondering if it was one of her old fences trying to get her attention, she leaned further in and walked up to the voice, until one of three figures became suddenly recogniseable.
"John, John Woodston is that y-"
Her surprised question was cut off by a loud bang, and Loki staggered back in shock of the force that had hit her in the left side of her abdomen, her legs turned to jelly and she only just managed to keep herself from falling backwards.
"Sh*t, she's still standing!"
"I'll get do it then, you useless Jackass!"
After a moment of profound muttering, there was a click, and Loki mustered up the adrenaline to turn and run, until another loud bang filled the air, and a burning pain hit the back of her knee, instantly topling her to the cold, cobblestone floor with a yell of pain. She clutched the wound in her side. She could hear screams of civillians, and the three men running off yelling something about a crazed gunman on the roof.
Her breathing intensified, and her attempts to crawl were less and less fruitful as it suddenly dawned on her what had just happened. She up down at her hand that was now completely stained red, and placed it hurriedly back on the gunshot wound.
"Oh god...." the young theif whimpered.