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Jul 25, 2015 0:41:48 GMT -5
Post by jett on Jul 25, 2015 0:41:48 GMT -5
He had been running for a while now, he had taken something that seemed to be of some sort of Importance to the Magicians. Being as it many, when Jett took it, he almost got himself cause as well. He was wearing a new jacket, one he was becoming fond of because the hood hid his face well.
So when he ran, backpack slung over one shoulder, he ran hard. He had been chanced, but as soon as he got deep enough in the dark tunnels, the police chasing him gave up, turned around and hoped that he would get turned around and come back on his own. If not, they hoped that he would be punished and get himself lost and then die for his crimes.
Jett on the other hand was just hoping for a way out, but as he got deeper, the place got darker, and creeper, and of he didn't know better he swore that he smelled blood, or at least something dead or dying. Still he continued on. He only need to hind for a little, just long enough for them to give up.
Then he would go back, pawn off what he stole and bring home some good money that he could share with his friends. He did steal, but he did not always do it just because he could, but also to help his friends and himself. Sure he had Henri and Nova, but he did not like relying on them for more than he already had.
He continued to run in the dark, that was until he ran into something, something both hard and soft. The force caused him to fall backwards, right on his ass. He sat there and just looked up at the thing that he had crashed into. "OWW!!"
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Jul 26, 2015 2:05:46 GMT -5
Post by oliver monet on Jul 26, 2015 2:05:46 GMT -5
Oliver's life had been filled with patrols.
It was all Marcellus' fault, but then again, this was his direct superior, and he wasn't supposed to question his direct superior. He had rarely any time for himself, rarely had time to even feed, but the patrols themselves weren't hard on him, either way. Walk through this tunnel. Walk through the next. Make sure no one suspicious came running through, be prepared to apprehend any that did... Same old, same old. He'd much rather be with Marcellus on this, doing whatever the hell he was doing (he deserved that as second in command, right?), but no, he was demoted to plain, simple guard.
That's not quite how it went, but that's what Oliver imagined and he grumbled a bit. Perhaps he was throwing a little tantrum in his head, but at least he wasn't showing it. He never showed his emotions.
Then, there was a little bump.
It was a small bump. It felt almost like nothing at all. At least, to him. Although when he looked down to investigate, he found himself facing some kid sitting on his butt in front of him. It looked like he fell, and further confirmation came from the yell he let out. What an idiot. "Please be quiet. You should really watch where you're going, running like that." He recalled vaguely footsteps, furious, and he had come around to investigate the sound. And now it was this guy.
Nevertheless, he offered his hand to the kid. He said nothing else, for there was nothing else to say. He'd have to keep him somewhere for further investigation into why exactly he was here, though.
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Jul 28, 2015 0:25:25 GMT -5
Post by jett on Jul 28, 2015 0:25:25 GMT -5
Jett took the guy's hand without a second though, got up on his feet and then took a second to dust himself off. Then it hit him, what in the world was someone else doing down here, really, was this guy running away from something too? Or maybe, just maybe there was some crazy secret organization where there were a network of spies living underground. Maybe they were working for the government, maybe, just maybe Jett needed to go home like now, before he really found out what was going on.
"Oh Yea, sorry about that, I was just leaving you know? You should too, its like dark, and creepy down here. No reason to stay longer then intended right?" He took a step back, then another. He was not so sure about this guy. What if he was a crazy killer, or a villain like in a comic book, or some crazy monster that took on human form and came from outside the walls. Nope, Jett did not want to be here anymore and he was ready to leave thank you very much.
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Aug 1, 2015 0:24:13 GMT -5
Post by oliver monet on Aug 1, 2015 0:24:13 GMT -5
He was a little bit amused.
Oliver needed to take the kid in, of course. It was standard, although he was sure that Marcellus was busy. He seemed a bit old to be livestock, though, but he wondered if the head of livestock would accept him. He was sure that he would - after all, there were plenty of older livestock strung up, giving blood until they were all used up. But aside from these sinister thoughts, he knew that he probably wouldn't be taking this kid anywhere but to question why exactly he was here.
Though he sensed that the kid was just about ready to bolt. He couldn't have that, no no.
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong." Oliver's grip on his hand tightened, as Jett took a step back Oliver took two steps closer. Hmm, was it at times like these that he would be seen as the monster attacking some poor innocent? In some horror movie type thing? "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you leave yet."
He dragged the kid by the hand, starting the make way for deeper in the tunnels. He did not speak anymore than that.
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Sept 18, 2015 16:26:46 GMT -5
Post by jett on Sept 18, 2015 16:26:46 GMT -5
"You see I was just leaving though." Or at least he had tried, with the steps he took, this man had followed. Even worse the grip on his arm tightened and he just could not get himself free. He tired he really did, but nothing worked. He pulled, but it was like his arm was tried in a bear trap or something. Wrong? What did the guy mean? Why wouldn't he let go, this wasn't fair. All Jett wanted to do was lay low for a minute and then go back home was that really too much to ask for?
He was pulled and taken deeper into the darkness, panic started to set in, but not the kind that most people deal with No Jett had his own way of dealing with fear and panic. "Listen man, really you don't need to take me anywhere, listen listen, I'm poor no good for money, I'm sickly, yea really, not tasty at all, so if your a cannibal i'm not worth it ok? I beg too, I'm too much of an easy pray, real boring don't even waste your time with me. I bet there are better people out there to murder today, just just let me go please?" He was trying to reason, with what he now thought was some alleyway killer, he was not ready to die, he was too young to die.
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