{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/5/2018 3:24:21 AM
36
[b][i]Starting the New Year Off With a Nice Dose of Screwing Around[/i][/b]
[b]Inside of Dojoville[/b]
[i]There was a crackle as the two appeared on one of the many streets of Dojoville. The girl and boy looked younger, perhaps late teens, early twenties for the girl. With the weather still cold, considering it was winter, both were wearing winter clothes. The boy was wearing a hoodie, jeans, and Vans, his hair a mess, and his eyes full of mischief. He sported a lighter tan, his hair a dusty brown and wavy, just covering his ears. Hands tucked in his pockets, he waited to see what his companion sought to do. She stood taller than him, but not by more than an inch or so. She wore black jeans and black cowboy boots, along with a black long sleeve beneath an old ERDL-patterned combat jacket. She was athletic-looking, but most certainly good-looking. A revolver hung at her right hip in a belt holster, and bullets lined her waist. On her back on a sling, a lever-action rifle. She seemed a little annoyed with the cold, but nonetheless, she headed on down the street, smirking as the boy turned and tried to catch up. [/i]
“Next time you try to ditch I’m totally gonna go start robbing people.”
[i]The boy replied.[/i]
“Good luck. You do that and they’ll tear you apart.”
[i]The woman replied, rolling her eyes.[/i]
“Yeah, and Diana and Rose will kick your ass.”
[i]The boy shot back, smirk on his face as he walked up beside her.[/i]
“Just don’t go get the cops on you... I’m not saving you from an ass kicking.”
[i]She warned, completely serious.
Was she, though? Could she really let someone beat him into the ground, even if he annoyed her as much as he normally did?
The boy rolled his eyes and ignored her. If he was out with just her, he was totally going to raise hell. Besides, he blended right in with the normal people in the crowd. Sneaking off and disappearing into the crowd, he only drew a sigh from his companion as he set about his new relief from boredom:
Pickpocketing. Just like the old times.[/i]
[spoiler]Open. Approach, get robbed, whatever.[/spoiler]
English
-
"Ah!" It had been a good ten seconds since the boy had picked his wallet, and by now he was probably too far away to spot. Lucky for the large man, his wife had prepared for this. Reaching into his khaki pant-pocket, he pulled out a stone with the same symbol as the one inside his wallet. It began to vibrate, slightly, as a blue trail only visible to him appeared. Struggling to push his way through the crowd, he went in pursuit of his robber. Most people simply moved out of the way, due to his over six foot size, and the muscles accompanying it. The massive sword strapped to his back certainly kept any aggressors away, so that helped. He had a rather square head, but the messy red beard was rather thick and covered the bottom of his chin. The hair up top was similar, somewhat thick, and messy! It was as if he forgot to comb that day. His green eyes surveyed the line, as he quickly pushed a poor shopkeeper away in his chase.
-
[i]Surprisingly, the thief had gotten quite some distance away. He was walking calmly and cooly, and if it weren’t for the man’s unique stone, he’d never have found the thief. Perhaps not surprisingly, the thief was a boy, perhaps 16-ish. His hair was just over his ears, a messy light brown. Hands in his own pockets, he looked like any other person to be walking around Dojoville.[/i]
-
Dale quickly mauve red his way to the teen, placing the stone in his pocket, with the target in sight. He didn't like drawing attention to himself, but he'd rather not call the thief out in public either. The boy reminded him of his early days, and he wasn't sure how strict laws were in the area. Jail was a cold and terrible place. Instead, he waited until the teen was in a rather crowded area, somewhere where the people would not look at a disturbance. Placing his hand on the thief's shoulder, and pressed down. Quickly, the teen would find himself unable to move the leg on the shoulder's side. The pressure was immense, but also controlled as he turned the thief to face him. With a concerned smile, Dale spoke in his rather soothing deep voice. "Uh- I think you have something that belong to me." He'd see whether the robber would take responsibility, even under the circumstances. A test of character.
-
“I... don’t think so?” [i]The boy said, sounding completely confused. The look on his face said confused too. If he was lying, he was damned good at it. For the boy, conviction was everything. He’d prided himself that in all of his time on the street, even through horrific beatings, he’d never ratted anyone out. The lying was well-practiced, to the point of being pretty convincing. He’d even gotten to control his behaviors to limit the body language that was associated with fabricating stories.[/i]
-
"Hm..." Dale let out a long sigh, as if he was mistaken, but the grip remained secure. He took a good look at the teen's face, as if trying to remember something. "Hold a moment, weren't you the one walking the guy's stuff in or out of the dojo?" Using his free hand, Dale rubbed his beard, thinking hard. However, he ended up dismissing it. "Either way, it had been awhile before I took notice of my missing wallet. You have to know something's up."
-
“Don’t recall doing that...” [i]He was good at maintaining his facade. Deny anything until they had solid proof. [/i] “I don’t know you... so how could I possibly know about something like that happening to you? I’m sorry for your loss, but, uh...”
-
"Humph. I guess I was mistaken, then. Not that the wallet thief would get much. Just a couple bucks and a few pictures." Most people would freak out under the inability to move, being held in place. While the calmness of the boy would help in other circumstances, it only made the giant of a man more suspicious. It would be a game of patience, and hopefully when the teen took what he needed, Dale would get his wallet back. Until then, he'd keep a close eye on the line from a distance. Removing his hand, he placed it in the pocket with the stone, and shrugged his shoulders. "My bad, then. Sorry for the mistake."
-
“No problem. Things happen.” [i]He said with a shrug. Taking that as a cue to end the conversation, the teen walked away, seeming as though nothing had happened. Miles, however, was rather overjoyed at the prospect of having pulled off what he just did. He couldn’t help but smirk.[/i]
-
Dale watched the teen from behind, and shook the stone a bit- watching the line light up again with a solemn face. Perhaps the teen needed the money more than he himself did... But he still needed the money either way. He began to follow at a slow pace, waiting for either the thief to stop, or cause more trouble.
-
[i]It was barely noticeable, unless of course, Dale was an expert thief with a lot of practice in pickpocketing. The boy nabbed another wallet, rather carefully. His movements were calculated, planned, of an experienced individual. That was when he realized that perhaps everything the boy had told him was a complete lie, and that perhaps the boy was well-practiced in lying.[/i]
-
Dale checked his watch, almost losing the teen in the process... He'd have to be careful. However the wallet taken from the other poor citizens only confirmed his suspicions. Oh well, he had time. Shaking the stone, he would see where his wallet was by the trailing to the exact pocket or waistband. Perhaps he could get it without trouble, without force. He quickly macerated his way through the crowd once more. Eventually matching the teen's speed, and keeping close to the thief. He had pocketed a few wallets in his younger years, nothing as quick and major as the person in front of him, but he knew how... No, he felt too dirty. Once more his hand made contact with the shoulder, steering the thief to the side of the crowd, as a father would with a misbehaving child. Rather than talking, he reached for where the line ended and pulled out his wallet, keeping it tight in his hand. "Sorry, I couldn't take it anymore. You pinch the money yet?"
-
[i]The boy’s face went visibly red with surprise. He’d also been caught in the view of his companion, who merely crossed her arms and leaned against the side of a building, a stupid grin across her lips. She was going to enjoy this. The boy on the other hand was surprised when the man reached into his hoodie’s pocket for his wallet back. He seemed a little reluctant to speak.[/i]
-
"Ah- sorry." Dale let go, opening his wallet and putting aren dollar bill where his wallet once was. It seemed that despite the thievery, he respected someone with the guts to steal from the large man with the sword. "I'd let it go, but I've got some personal things here, so I'm sure you understand." The man held out his hand, the process seemingly only taking a few seconds. The thief had a few choices, one being running away, but starting so close, the man could probably catch an arm or piece of clothing. "Name's Dale, if you need a place to stay, the Good Knight's Night always has an extra bed for the mode who need it."
-
[i]What appeared as niceties to the boy’s companion drew a noticeable frown on her face. She was more or less hoping to watch him get his ass kicked. So much for that. The boy on the other hand, was thankful that the man he’d stolen from wasn’t planning on kicking his ass.[/i] “Thanks...” [i]He muttered, hardly above a whisper.[/i]
-
"Pinching your money leads to bat habits. Habits which can take a dark turn. Jail ain't fun." The man sighed, giving the teen a light punch to the shoulder, though despite the look, there was certainly force behind it. "The meals are crappy."
-
“Can’t go to jail if they can’t catch you.” [i]He said, offering a mischievous grin.[/i] “Besides, I think I’ve seen a lot worse than a jail cell.” [i]The boy replied, though there was a seriousness in his tone.[/i]
-
Dale did not return the grin. The only expression on his face was a stone cold mask. He leaned in towards the teen, an grabbed the shoulder once more, this time with added pressure. "Worse than jail? You'd have to commit some pretty bad crimes to go to places like that." The voice dropped to a whisper when he spoke next, to avoid attention. "What have you seen?"
-
“Oh only the aftermath of the Third World War, my parents killed, the criminal underground, killer robots, assassin guilds, and mercenaries. Nothing too crazy.” [i]He remarked, completely deadpan.[/i]
-
"You shouldn't speak so lightly. Shrugging off pain only makes it worse later on down the line." The man let go, wiping the hand he had grabbed the thief with on his pants. "I just hope you didn't hurt anyone who didn't deserve it."
-
“No. I don’t like killing. Don’t really like even hurting people.” [i]He replied, a bit more quietly and honestly.[/i]
-
Dale crossed his arms, exhaling with a sigh of relief. He wasn't dealing with a murderer, unless the teen was as good at lying as the previous incident. For now, he decided to trust him. "No parents? No wonder you're pinching pockets..." Thinking for a moment, he put out his hand, as a sign of piece. "Again, I'm Dale, but I never got your name. It's not much, but I co-run a tavern in town. We're always in need of extra hands, and it provides decent pay and a bed. Even if you don't want the job, we're always open for people who need shelter or a talk."
-
“Well... not biological parents... I guess I have parents again?” [i]The boy stopped for a minute, but then decided to return the handshake.[/i] “I’m just visiting... I don’t live around here.” [i]He said, almost awkwardly.[/i] “My name’s... uh... Miles...” [i]He said, a bit unsure of the much larger man.[/i]
-
"Miles... Do your parents know you are pinching pockets? I'd certainly hope not." The man gave a firm shake and let go, taking a look around the square, as people began to notice the lingerers. Scratching the back of his head, the man spoke again. "Good Knight's Night, 'case you need anything."
-
“More or less?” [i]He said with a shrug and a mischievous grin. He didn’t really want to name-drop the two he spent the majority of his time with, and so he didn’t.[/i]
-
"Hm... I won't comment on your parents' parenting ability, certainly not something I have experience in myself. However, I'd stay off the pockets for now. Surely you've seen what a petty thief earns here in a world of anarchy. A missing hand or head, that's what. Lucky, you've been." He sighed, heaving his massive barrel of a chest and running a hand through the thick red hair. "Keep safe. My offer will always stand." With that, he began walking off, with a final wave, and pat to make sure his wallet was still there. [spoiler]Sorry, notifs have been wack, missed Jen's and yours, no alert for when they came. [/spoiler]
