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Post by Crispin 'Prince' on Jan 26, 2009 23:22:30 GMT
Crispin walked the filthy, snowy, London streets, his right hand barely gripping the handle of his Stag Handled Six Inch Knife as he scanned the crowd of people for someone who looked wealthy, so as to pick there pockets... it meant more money for him after selling it to a Fence, which meant food, shoes, and a new Jacket. He sighed, his shoes crunching through the snow as he began trailing a lady who looked rather rich, his hand still clutching, tighter, the handle of his Knife. A man bumped into him, causing him to swear loudly ad turn around for a split second.
"Oi, watch where I'm walking Asshole!" He shouted, turning around and following the lady again, bumping into her seconds later, and stealing a beautiful silk scarf, a Pocket Watch, and a Diamond Bracelet she had in her purse. "Pardon Miss." He said, smirking as he quickly walked away, his right hand gripping his Knife handle even tighter as a Cop could be seen in the distance. He would either Threaten him, or run. Or both. He decided on both removing his Knife and holding it as tight as he could, pointing it toward the Cop and getting a scream from a passing Lady, who broke into a run.
Crispin just smirked and stood, facing the Cop. "Come to get me then Copper?" He asked slyly, bracing himself to run. "Not afraid of a wee little boy are you Copper?" He teased, holding the knife tighter. "Especially one with a knife. C'mon then. Come and get me!" He laughed, breaking into a run now.
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Post by Vince Marlo on Jan 26, 2009 23:45:55 GMT
Vince had been walking into this street many times, because it seemed to hold a mix of peoples, which was normally what he was looking for. Both urchins and a few rich folk seemed to be involved in what he was looking for. He soon saw a boy walking off with a scarf he imagined had just been stolen.
The boy, sadly, saw him; asking if Vince had come to get him, addressing him as copper.
"It's actually ex-copper." Vince lied.
The boy didn't seem to be afraid of him, and continued to threaten him.
"You want to be thrown in jail, don't you?" Vince asked, sarcastically.
The boy began to run, leaving Vince standing there. A Street Urchin wasn't a Chief Constable's main target, but then again, someone so strangely fierce seemed, well, strange. And it seemed using Urchins was a favorite of Alec's, if the now 'admiral' truly was behind it all.
He began to run, being quite good at it, after the boy. He would have to stop running eventually, and Vince would catch him then; since he, himself, could run a long time.
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Post by Crispin 'Prince' on Jan 27, 2009 4:22:47 GMT
Crispin burst into laughter as he pushed past people, turning into an alley and making a quick turn into another Alley, emerging on another street. He had hoped it wouldn't confuse Mr. Copper to much. As old as that bloke was, Crispin figured, he's likely to drop dead at any moment. "Pardon me Miss." He said, nicking another silk scarf, this one looking very ornate, exquisite. He could fetch a lot for that one. Smirking he turned around and thought he saw the guy far back.
"Come on then mate! You can run faster than tha' then!" He shouted before running past another crowd, which he hoped blocked him, and into a shoppe, running straight through and out the back into the Alley, dropping a Diamond Ring into the Shoppe Keepers hand as a way to tell him, keep quiet or else. A Bribe if you will. Crispin was now out of breath, and it showed as he stopped and ducked behind a crate, panting heavily and hoping to catch his breath soon so as to run.
Minutes later and his breath had returned, making him break into an all out run for The Inn he knew he could be able to sell his stuff at. The one where Ms. Cox worked, as well as her husband. Now he didn't trust any adult, but he trusted these two well enough to hide him... and he hoped he'd get there soon.
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Post by lyra wood ♥ on Jan 27, 2009 5:25:51 GMT
Lyra as in the back alley behind the King Richard Pub/Inn. She was essantially getting some air, and taking a break from the pervy drunkards who got a little too grabby as if it was their right to do so. It was the one part of the job she didn't like as she generally wasn't one to get agry at them persay. She was always a little nervous that doing so would make Cat kick her out, though it seemed unlikely as the older woman had once saved Lyra from her pedophile of a foster father, one she had not seen for quite some time, fortunately. But any ways she was out in the alley way enjoying the air and finding herself only slightly chilled.
She could hear the sound of running footsteps but it didn't alarm her, as this was a normal occurance. Perhaps she would even offer the first runner, if they were being chased by a cop, refuge. Of course if they were soaked in blood then she wouldn't. Lyra had her limits too. Slowly her thoughts drifted back to Pitivo and unconciously her hands found their way onto her stomach just gently resting there in and unconcious way of trying to see f she could feel the life she new rested in there. |
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Post by Vince Marlo on Jan 27, 2009 23:30:55 GMT
Vince continued to run, as the boy laughed, making him think he was mad. How far would he have to go? The boy seemed to have no intention of where to head. Eventually, he could only see him every now and then in the distance. But the boy seemed to be heading where he knew Urchins were welcome for ten years.
"Them Coxes." He thought, remembering the first time an Urchin had asked for them when caught.
He continued to run, slipping once in the snow that had turned icy, this time heading for the Inn the Cox family owned. It was a good thing he had 'befriended' them. Perhaps he could learn there if the boy had any connections.
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Post by Crispin 'Prince' on Jan 28, 2009 7:19:22 GMT
Crispin was quickly gaining on the Inn and smirked, spotting a lady he recognized to be the Inn's Keeper, outback. Cat had told her this lady would give him refuge somewhere in the Inn. Of course Crispin didn't trust her that much, he didn't trust any adult's but most fences and the owners of King Richards Inn, Mr. & Mrs. Cox. For all he knew this lady's turn him in, like Crispin figured most Adults would do, given the right price.
He Sheethed his knife as he grew closer to the entrance and sopped, nodding to the woman as he reached into his right pocket and removed an expensive looking Pocket Watch, dropping it into her hand and saying. "Anyone asks, you haven't seen me." With that he nodded again and dissapeared into the backdoor, hiding in the shadows as he figured the woman would likely walk back in, asking him why he was being chased, typical nosy adults never minding there business. He sighed, leaning against the clean wall and stared around the room, waiting for what would happen next.
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Post by lyra wood ♥ on Jan 28, 2009 19:20:29 GMT
Lyra accepted the watch silently, dropping it into her pockets just after the boy disappeared inside. She could remember her days as an urchin when she had a hard time trusting people and her occasional need to run away from the police. She hadn't trusted easily and she really couldn't expect some little urchin to trust her automatically. If he had he really wouldn't have had good survival skills. But she would cover for him with who ever was chasing him, she would also give him back his watch, what use did she have for such an item? None, absolutely none. So after she bought the urchin some time the watch would go back.
Carefully Lyra fingered her golden cross necklace she had nicked so many years ago. The footsteps were drawing closer, any minute now she would see the person who owned the footsteps. In her head she worked up some lies that she could use. She was prepared, all she needed was the person to spew the lies too. |
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Post by Vince Marlo on Jan 28, 2009 23:11:14 GMT
As Vince's grey-dressed figure reached the entrance, the boy was already gone. Whisked away, or whatever the Cox Family did. He noticed a women he didn't recognize, and decided to pay his 'friends' a visit in their Inn. The family wasn't useless, yet, after all. And the boy may have to walk in the open to eat, or deal. And the Family wouldn't know why he was there, after all, he got fired. He strolled into the Inn, planning to learn what the boy was up to in good time.
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Post by Crispin 'Prince' on Jan 29, 2009 7:07:12 GMT
Crispin hid in the shadows, ducking into a Beer Storage room, which was pitch black, as he watched the guy chasing him head into the building, obviously in search of him. He would have to be quiet as he wandered deeper into the beer cellar, located below the building in what Crispin could only assume to be the basement, and looked around, with what little light the only window provided, at all the Barrels of beer. He would have to be quiet and hide deep within the Cellar, if he didn't want to get caught.
Of course Crispin held tightly onto his knife, fearing the lady he handed the watch to would give him away, tell the Filth where he went getting him arrested and sent to Jail... and probably hung by the neck until he was Dead, a common punishment, the others told him, for Urchins. He really did not feel like dying so young, which is why he ducked between two beer barrels, listening for any sign that the Filth was descending down the stairs, and praying that if he was, he would not be caught.
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Post by lyra wood ♥ on Jan 29, 2009 19:11:13 GMT
After watching the cop just walk past her, Lyra was a little bit cheesed off. She wasn't used to being fully and completely ignored like that. But like she said, she was very angry. So she entered the Inn again, resisting the urge to slam the door behind her. The urchin had vanished, which was good because Lyra didn't want him to get caught by some thought-they're-so-good cop. But he had gone into the main inn to find presumably Cat or Amir. Lyra seemed to recall that they knew the cop that had so rudely ignored her, but honestly she didn't care as long as the urchin didn't get himself hung.
Glancing around her she could see that the urchin had had two options to hide himself further. Up or down. She let her former instincts take over and decided that the urchin probably would have gone down. Not sure why at all but that was where she would have gone had she still been an urchin. She found the stairs easily slipping into the dark basement silently, using skills she had obtained in her younger years. She didn't grab a candle because she didn't want to alert the urchin and have him run at her with whatever weapon he probably posessed.
Once she was in the actual basement, she glanced around as if she could see something in the dark. "Hello?" she whispered. |
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Post by Crispin 'Prince' on Jan 30, 2009 6:58:00 GMT
Crispin remained silent, hiding in the shadows between two beer barrels as footsteps could be heard coming toward the cellar. He guessed it was the cop and held his knife tight, hearing the footsteps now descending down the stairs. Heart pounding fast he could barely make out the outline of a woman coming closer in the shadows, and, Crispin thought, was staring right at him, eventually whispering a Hello, as if expecting him to answer right away. Studying the figure to see if she meant him harm he slowly emerged from his hiding spot, all the while staring at both her & the now closed Cellar door.
Crispin stared at her, wondering if he should say something and get closer, deciding to simply move closer, knife still in hand. "Mean to hurt me then?" He asked, clutching his knife tighter and holding it toward her. "Seems all adults but the Cox's mean us Urchins harm." He stated as he moved closer, deciding she wasn't a threat and lowering his knife, eventually sheathing it and moving closer, still to her. All the while he remained weary, clutching his ill gotten loot tightly in his arm and staring at her, as if he half expected her to steal his goods.
"Where's th' filth?" He curiously asked her, his voice barely above a whisper as he made his way back into the shadows. He didn't trust this woman, to him she still had to prove he could trust her, which meant he would hold onto his loot with his life. "They'll hang me if they catch me you know." He whispered, not bothering to say anything else as he sat on a dusty old chair near an old broken beer barrel.
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Post by lyra wood ♥ on Jan 30, 2009 22:01:13 GMT
"I en't here to hurt you," murmured Lyra, her voice soft in the quiet basement. "And I en't much of an adult. But I used to be like you, an urchin." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the watch, holding it out to him. "You need this more then I do, luv," she said. She dropped the watch into his hand and then smoothed her skirts. She didn't want the little boy to get caught and hastily she thought of where he could hide in the Inn. He needed a place where there were lots of hiding spots but also a secondary escape root if her needed it. It came to her then. Her room. It was on an upper level of the building but she had gotten to choose which room she resided in when she moved in and she had made sure her room had a window escape path.
"He went into the Pub area, I think to find Cat or Amir," she said, whispering again so that if the cop had come back around, he wouldn't hear her. The urchin didn't look too scared but he clearly didn't trust her. "I know, luv," she said. "I've been there." Brushing at her hair, and smoothing her skirt again Lyra readied herself to give her suggestion. "I have a space you can hide, one thats better then this cellar. Provided you don't try to nick my stuff." |
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Post by Vince Marlo on Jan 31, 2009 20:43:29 GMT
Vince waited in the main part of the Inn, wondering when someone would come. If it were a member of the Cox family, he would act the part of an old friend. If the boy came, he would question him. And if both came, he would have to think of what to do.
"Would anyone fetch me something warm to drink?" He asked, openly in the Inn, hoping anyone working there would here be able to hear him.
Hopefully someone would make things interesting for him. If not the boy, perhaps one of the other Urchins. It seemed they were always around this area. His day couldn't go completely wasted, though it normally did. He placed his feet up on the table, head held up under his hand, never letting himself look tired. Always ready.
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Post by Crispin 'Prince' on Jan 31, 2009 21:56:08 GMT
Crispin watched as she paced the watch back in his hand, telling him he needed i more. He placed it in his pocket and stared back up at her. "Never could tell time." He told her calmly. May sell it to a Fence, it's real gold." he said as he listened to her speak of how she was an Urchin, which made him smile, now trusting her. She also said he needed a place to hide, mentioning her room and telling him not to nick anything, which was tempting but he would never steal froma former Urchin.
"I ain' gonna steal nothin' from you Miss." He said calmly, staring at a beer barrell. "Could use another se' of stairs down here you know." He informed her waiting for her to make her way up the stairs so he could follow her to her room. "We ain' gonna go through the pub, are we? Bloody Filth bloke may be there." He asked her, his voice shaking slightly before he stared up at the door to the Cellar, half expecting it to open at any moment.
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