Sky Min (gotsomebite) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-05-19 14:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, cyrus colle, sky min |
Who: Sky & Cyrus
What: Target Acquired
Where: Bazaar
When: Backdated to yesterday, noon (5/18)
Rating: Tame-ish. Little bit of swearing.
Status: Complete!
Church, as usual, had been boring. Sky missed the days when he could sleep instead of sitting there trying not to sleep, but his sister could be persuasive without saying anything, could make him feel guilty without saying anything, and so he sucked it up and went. The instant they were released from the confines of the minister’s droning, Sky, as he had over the past few weeks, was often one of the first ones out of his seat and fleeing as quickly as he could. The Bazaar was a good retreat. The lunch crowd swarmed what stalls and shops had reopened, and Sky didn’t have to worry about spending his own money on his post-Mass meal. Fingers tingling, he sat in the shade of a tree, scouting out the best and easiest targets. It was a more difficult venture than usual; mages were no longer easy pickings. All of them, even the few who had bodyguards, were on alert, and it was hard to get too close without attracting their attention. Others – the non-mages – also kept their purses closer than they used to, but the best people to pilfer from were the ones who spent their attention eying the mages rather than their pockets. Then Sky saw him. A man, clearly not from around here, his head and eyes wildly looking around his surroundings as though he had no idea where he was. Perfect. For extra protection, he dug his hands into the dirt and rubbed some on his face and all over his clothes. (He’d come up with an excuse for Peony later. There was an entire week to worry about getting these clothes clean again for Mass.) Then, after ruffling up his hair, he darted through the crowd and bumped into the man, and in a second, his hands searched the pockets (nothing?!) before he let himself fall to the ground. “Oof!” Time for Plan B. |