Gin the Gingerbread Man (asfastasican) wrote in into_the_woods, @ 2014-09-28 20:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | gingerbread man, king thrushbeard - queen |
Been Caught Stealing [tag: Queen Ananya]
He hated that she got in his head like sap and stuck there. All because of some stupid book his nicked off someone that he thought he was going to be able to sell for enough money to maybe get himself a few days food and ale. But then she had to go and say all those things... all those things about him having potential. No one ever said nice stuff like that to him before. He was just a petty thief, a little rat who lived on the streets and stole to survive and lived in a tree-top shelter in the woods when he was between villages.
Not everything he'd told her had been true, but most of it hadn't been complete lies either, so that was easy to talk his way out of if he had to. He'd learned early it was always best to stay as close to the truth as he could
But she, that noblewoman... correction, that Queen lady... she said that she thought he had potential and he could learn to read. If he knew how to read he could probably be of better use as far as what things were worth.
It wasn't like anyone ever said he could do anything before without asking for proof of it beforehand. Gin had to admit that he sort of felt compelled to try and see if she was right and maybe even make a damn good effort at it. The first problem was going to be getting there. It wasn't like he had a horse, nor was he going to risk stealing one of those and then have to be responsible for its food, shelter and care the entire trip. He would simply just take the long route on foot when the weather allowed and continue his normal routine until he reached his destination.
He was a professional, though, he'd been doing this for years. So by the time Gin finally reached Caldea he was too busy looking for something that might giving him an indication of what sort of center he might have been looking for that he wasn't being as careful as he normally was. In a kingdom over the mountains, Gin heard that he could lose a hand for being caught stealing. It had never been a concern before. He'd never been caught.
Deftly, passing a cart selling fruit, he reached out and grabbed one as he walked passed and tucked it into his pouch under his cloak. The same pouch that held the book he'd kept since the day he'd met the Queen and a few other traveling necessities such as some flint... Next cart was a piece of bread when he heard a shout and suddenly there were men after him.
The bread was forgotten.
Normally, by the time he saw the large men closing in on him Gin would have let the panic set in, transform and lose him in his tiny gingerbread form. However... he would lose all his possessions if he did that and he didn't have many of those. In fact, what he actually had that mattered at this point was the contents of the pouch hanging on his hip.
He shouted and yelled in protest at being restrained, which hurt far more than he would have ever cared for, “I was just hungry!” he insisted. But his captured dug through the bag, found the apple and the book, the latter of which drawing a curious amount of discussion among the men who dragged him off.
He was in trouble now. That's what he got for believing anything anyone said.