Artful Dodger

Artful Dodger

Postby Jirai » Sun Sep 28, 2014 2:03 pm

The hide-out was a chance-made thing, the byproduct of some reconstruction that left a gap between two buildings that could only be entered through an opening much too small for an adult. Fortunately, Cat was much smaller than any adult. It was late, close to dawn when the little urchin twisted and turned through the complicated path necessary to access the warm little space – which was not unoccupied, as it happened.

“Where y’been?” That was a boy, larger than Cat though not older. There were two other boys as well, both smaller and younger. They hung back, though, where the first boy did not.

Cat scowled. “Where y’think I been?” The blue-eyed urchin retorted, glaring at the first boy before glancing around the hide-out. “Been doin’ better than any o’ you ‘ave, looks like.” Cat said with some disgust, shouldering past the larger boy. Blue eyes drifted across the silent pair, seeing where they fell in this juvenile dominance ritual. The red-head was staring, with a finger shoved up his nose. The darker one was sitting against a wall, arms wrapped around knees. He was looking down at the floor.

As Cat moved past, the larger boy grabbed an arm, spinning the skinny waif back around. “’e ain’ back. You said ‘e would be back.”

“’e WILL be back.” Cat snarled, and between one breath and the next a blade appeared in the urchin’s other hand – a dark, curved talon of a dagger, now pressed up against the bigger boy’s arm. They held that tableau for several long moments, blue eyes locked on brown before the brown finally turned aside and fingers fell away from Cat’s arm. The smaller child kept the dagger where it was a few moments longer, until convinced that everyone in the room was once more in agreement about who was in charge.

Turning to the other two, Cat tossed a small bag to the freckled boy. “Go get us somethin’ t’eat, hey? An’ get somethin’ sweet f’Tal there,” A tip of capped head to the darker boy who had managed to carefully not watch any of what had just happened. “’e needs it. As f’you, Raul,” Cat scowled back at the largest of the boys, “S’market day. Bet y’c’n ‘ear somethin’ int’restin’. Go fin’ stuff out.”

Having thusly dismissed each minion, Cat waited until they all departed the little hide-out before flopping back on a pile of blankets. The young rogue stared at the talon dagger for a long moment before sheathing it, bouncing back to feet, and racing for the exit.

There was more to do today.
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