Snippet #2181248

"Oooohhhh, Ooooh Points for the poor! Any points for the poor?" The withered old voice of a hooded figure passed through the market square. The curved stick to help them hobble along shakily looking like it could snap into splinters at any mintue. "Points for the needy! You must be able to spare some spare points for the needy..."

The voice shook a little, as if every word caused agony to the seemingly old person. Their mark, for once was covered a little. It wasn't seen, but the witches on the market stalls probably wouldn't give a damn. Just as long as the damned old person moved along and got out of their way. It was true, a lot of these shaky old ladies were ignored as they made their way through any way of this civilisation. Most of them were just ignored and then left to die.

"Oooohohooh my aching back!" The figure complained, lifting the hood slightly. "It must be this darned cloak, weighing it down..." The figure glanced over to a fruit and vegetable stand. "I guess I'll just have to... Take it off!" The tone of voice suddenly changed towards the end, to that of a bold, young man. The cloak flew around his head and he pulled away out of it, grabbing an apple from the stand and then making a mad dash towards an opening. Suddenly, spells were being cast at him like nobodies business.

He held his cloak up high above his head, and then lowered it again, seeing holes burning through it. "Man, your aims are terrible! Shooting way up there instead of down here!" JJ taunted, turning and running backwards and waving his arms around before kicking at a trashcan and picking up a lid, blocking the shots of magic going this way and that and then diving down an alleyway.

He heard the one from the fruit and vegetable stand, along with some of her friends, not too far behind and looked this way and that, before diving in deep within a large garbage bin, closing the lid behind him. All for a moment he sat there in silence, listening to them come and then go after assuming that he was the little human that got away. He smirked a little and then climbed out again once he assumed they were gone. "Dumb asses." He commented, wiggling his butt in their general direction before looking up and seeing a step ladder that lead to the roof of a building.

He climbed his way up there and then looked around once he reached the top. "...Another breakfast, another sweet sweet escape." He grinned to himself and bit down into the apple as he leant against the railing and then sat on top of it, gazing out upon the city where he was known as either a meal ticket, or a slave. Or in his case, a god damned nuisance...