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Ryan Ptooie Is back!           Since: 10-01-04 From: Stafford, UK Since last post: 4645 days Last activity: 4605 days |
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| A cloaked, hooded figure walked quickly through the highstreet. The sky was slowly turning black with the approaching night and clouds hung in the air, large in size and many in number, discharging rain in modest amounts. Most of the shops that filled one side of each pavement were closing and the streets were empty, most of the noises coming from the rain and the odd car that went past.
A crack of lightning made the cloaked figure jump and let out a small cry in shock. This and the harsh winds that kept blowing the hood from the figure's head established the person was a male in his mid twenties, brown eyes and short brown hair. For three days he had suffered harsh weather and homelessness, and he was considering abandoning his freedom to return to his small cell back in The Home, despite the horrible tests and exams that were carried out on him and the other inhabitants there. "No!" He yelled at himself. He was not going to give up his freedom. He had to make the most of it, and the first thing he thought he would need was money. However, he had no job, but he had a great power that had been building up inside him since his birth, causing his thoughts to go towards theft. Another person making their way down the street caught the cloaked man's eye. He quickly made his way over and attempted to grab the person, quickly aiming his spare hand to the person's pockets in search of a wallet. (ooc: If you take the battle, you can either be the person my character is trying to pickpocket or another person trying to stop my character from performing the theft.) (Last edited by Ryan on 03-15-08 09:08 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| OOC: Enjoy the new character I JUST came up with.
BIC: While the hooded figure made his way down the street, another person tracked his steps. A young man stood under shelter in the alleyway nearest to the strange figure, smoking a cigarette. His eyes instantly locked onto this odd figure, his level of interest only for entertainment. That is until the hooded figure attacked a random man. Without a seconds thought, the young man charged forward from the alley, flinging himself at the dangerous man. His pale face and long black hair were far ahead of the rest of his body, slouched and contorted like an animal's, allowing him to make the distance in three seconds flat. His body then uncoiled like a spring, flying at his target. |
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Ryan Ptooie Is back! Since: 10-01-04 From: Stafford, UK Since last post: 4645 days Last activity: 4605 days |
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| The hooded figure barely noticed the charging man, easily taken to the ground from the attacker's body. He landed hard, hitting the cold, wet bricked floor with an audible smack. He slid a few feet, leaving his cloak behind.
The figure pushed himself off the floor, revealing the body once covered by the cloak. It could be seen it was male, he was quite short at only five foot four, and his entire body from the neck down, not including his hands and feet, were tightly wrapped in dirty white bandages, painted over with a thin glossy covering. He was naturally quite skinny, but the bandages made him look even more so. Despite this minor interruption, the man had been successful in his theft with a wallet and, luckily for him, was filled with cash. He raised his hand and swatted at his attacker, causing a small ball of dull brown energy to fly at him. It would disperse into a small field around the attacker, causing only annoying pain if he was caught in the field for too long. The thief made a run for it, although his size and unfit body didn't allow him to run very fast. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| The young man rose from the ground, taking another puff from the cigarette still in his mouth. The brown energy felt like gnats on a warm summer day. Nothing but a nuisance.
He took off down the street, keeping that slanted running posture he always exhibited. He managed to outrun the strange male and stop a few feet in front of him, the cigarette clouding his eyes behind a veil of smoke. "Return that wallet." |
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