[Private Rp: Clover & Alphabet ] Hope and Charity

[CaptainClover]

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] The spotted she-cat leant by the market stall, watching the continuous crowd of cats ever move and shift as new felines came to browse and others left with their pockets empty but their paws full of necessities. Others, however, carrying pure luxuries. With her amber eyes narrowed a little, the thief nimbly passed through the thick crowds and caught up to the nobly dressed feline as he focused upon the many expensive looking items that he had brought today. Using her stealthy skills, her white paw elegantly slipped into the tom's belt, and untied the money bag that jingled irresistibly with wealth. Then with her other paw she softly removed the pouch and with it safely in her grasp, she slowed her pace and melted back in the crowd before the tom even realised he had lost a single coin. With a grin she padded away and turned around the corner, into a slightly less busy alleyway to settle herself down and look at exactly what her paws had acquired today. Opening the money pouch, she laughed quietly to herself to see there was enough schillings in here to last her a good while before she'd need to steal again. Maybe she could even buy a dress for that Gala the whole kingdom had been preparing for. Every cat seemed to buzz with a slight energy and excitement for the coming party, though to Charity she saw no real reason to celebrate. She would go and enjoy herself, that much she was planning, because free food and fun wasn't something to just be passed over like that. However she was hardly going to cheer for the royals or be helpful to any of the legionaries or shades if she saw them. [Not a very good post hehe.. I wasn't sure what I was writing]

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[It's alright, I'll probably be like 'Whatisthis.' with my post xDD]

It was a relatively nice day today and Hope was already up and ready to get out to look around once more. With his scarf wrapped tight around his neck, putting a few schillings inside its folds and was swiftly out the door of the orphanage without a sound. Like he's be stuck there all day! As he was making his way away from the place, he thought over his mind of where he should go today. Maybe he could spend a few of these schillings at the merchant's market nearby and get himself some new sounds. Maybe even a little dagger or something. Pretty much anything to get him out of there and prepared. As he saw it coming into view, he looked from left to right at the different booths and shops in this crowd. He then stopped at a particular booth, looking at there assortment of small daggers and shiney make-shift items. Pondering over if he should get anything or not, an image caught him in the corner of his eye.

There was a spotted-shecat who looked to be lurking around almost and sticking close to certain person. Probably a friend, but before he could fully turn away, he notice that quickly that she had taken something from them and the tom was oblivious to it. He stared over at her, in a slight daze as he backed a paw step away before the owner of the booth went into a rage, saying "Better be paying for that!" and Hope snapped back into focus and looked at the owner in slight confusion. "Oh! u-uh...sorry, I'll just- OOF!" he said as he toppled back and landing on the ground with a thump, the small dagger landing next to him. This made the owner angered. "Theif!" though his voice was drowned out in this crowd, but he looked up at him. "W-What? No I'm not!" he objected, ears laying back in his confusion.

[CaptainClover]

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] Charity's eyes narrowed to mere slits as a familiar name was shouted loudly in the market, her body instantly tensing up while her claws tightened around the stolen money. Had that rich tom realised he had been pick-pocketed from and was shouting out in hopes that felines would help him search for the criminal, or had someone seen her actions? She quickly stood up, and with her spotted pelt pressed to the wall, she looked around the corner for the one who had called for her. Or at least, she had assumed it was for her until a sight caught her eyes that almost made her wish the anger had been directed at her. What she saw was a young black tom, on the ground, looking confused and slightly scared as he looked up at a furious stall owner. While she didn't have a soft spot for younger cats, she felt empathy for any accused of being a thief, and whether the tom had just failed to snatch an item or had been plagued by a bit of misfortune, she decided to step in. /It'd also attract the Shade's attention if this stall owner keeps shouting thief, and as lovely as they are I hadn't scheduled for another encounter just yet./ She thought, making her way over to the larger and rage fuelled tom. She recognised him as a regular shopkeeper in this part of the market, and just how harshly he treated and ripped off his customers. Her amber eyes narrowed in dislike, but installing a professional mask of cheerfulness, she tapped the tom on the shoulder with a smile. “Excuse me, are you accusing my little brother of being a thief? I said he could buy anything he wanted today and I assure you he was just browsing. Now, 'brother', do you want..” She glanced at the object having fallen next to the black tom and continued “that dagger, or should we take our money else where?” She winked at the kid, hoping he'd play along, though she didn't mind if he wanted the dagger or not, she had just made quite the stash of schillings that morning and was in a good mood.

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Hope was in the middle of his confusion when suddenly another cat stepped in and almost recognized this one right away. It was the she-cat from before, the pick-pocket! Now he didn't really know who to be afraid of at this point, the furious booth-keeper or this strange pick-pocket. Then all of a sudden, the words they were exchanging crossed his mind. 'Brother?' he thought and saw the wink. Lost for words at first, but then blinked with understanding. "Uh...No." he said looking from her to the booth keeper. "I was just looking...Sis." he said, darting his eyes quickly to her then back. The booth keeper simply then snorted. Then Hope spoke again. "I was! I just...fell is all." he said in an embarrassed yet apologetic, nervous tone, his ears laid back and still sitting on the ground. The booth keeper looked still a little unconvinced still, but didn't pester. Hope once more darted his eyes at the she-cat, wondering if this was just some scheme or something.

[CaptainClover]

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] Charity smiled as the young black tom didn't deny her pretend role, and replied with a hesitant 'sis'. Obviously this kit wasn't as slow as some. However as the stall owner snorted, the spotted she-cat glared at him a little, saying quickly. “Lay off him, do you think this kid is capable of stealing?” She walked over to where kid sat, picked up the mislaid dagger beside him and shoved it back into the stall owner's paws. Then leaning in close to the stall owner, her eyes narrowed and her short tail lashed a little, while she said quietly. “I don't think the shades would like it if they knew just who you were dealing your goods to every night either. No, I don't think they would like it at all if they happened to 'find out'.” She knew she recognised seeing him around the shadier parts of the market, selling his daggers and weaponry to the thugs and thieves like herself. Fortunately she never did buy anything off this tom, she only ever had her one dagger which she had received from her father during training. But it did help if you knew who was selling and buying in those parts of the market. You never knew what you might need to get your paws on. Or get off your paws either. Then taking a step back, she smiled innocently as if she hadn't just threatened the stall owner who had now retreated with a timid frown, and instead turned to the tom, wondering whether he was going to say anything. Lending a paw out for him to pull himself up, she mewed casually, still with a cheerful grin. “It's probably best if you don't sit in the street all day, I found the legionaries don't particularly like lurkers. Oh, and the name's Charity, though you can call me 'sis' if you want.”

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[atrb=background,http://www.iaza.com/work/121105C/iaza14531816761000.png] Hope stared up at the she-cat after observing her little conversation and the sudden emotion changes from the booth-keeper made him uneasy. He saw her extend her paw and took it as he stood. "Trust me, I already learned that a long while ago..." he grumbled as he dusted himself off and adjusting his scarf a bit since it felt loose when actually it was loose and showed quite a bit off. Quickly though, he pulled it up and tightened it, before turning to face the she-cat. He shouldn't even being associating with this girl from seeing what he saw, for all he knew, she could be dangerous, but he couldn't back out now. 'There's some names I could call you..' he thought with a gruff at her little comment. He laid his ears back as he crossed his arms with a deep sigh before speaking again. "Thanks for the help." he said, not making contact at first but blinked to look back up at her at the sound of her name. "Erh...Nice to meet you...Charity was it?" he said awkwardly and nervously. 'What a misunderstood name for a cat of her work.' he thought. Afraid, he didn't dare bring up the subject of her little stunt a little bit ago. He twitched his tail as he let a moment of silence pass. "Legionaries sure aren't one for them, but I manage to pass through and "lurk" as I please. Though...you kinda gotta keep on your toes I guess.." he mumbled.

[CaptainClover]

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] Charity couldn't help but admire the young tom's attitude, as she helped pull him up. Instead of being a timid or good doing kid, he seemed to have seen the harsher side of life. He seemed pretty distant even, much too mature for one so young in her opinion, but then again she found herself liking that in younger cats. He also seemed to be giving her quite a hesitant look, as if unsure about something, though she brushed it off. “No problem kid.” Her amber eyes watched the tom, not really being one who was used to dealing with kits. In fact, she had never had a younger sibling or been forced to deal with anyone greatly younger then herself. Though there was an occasions she would steal from young adult cats, she did prefer targets equal to herself. 'Picking on someone your own size' as they would say. Yet what this kit said was close to how she dealt with Legionaries, and it made her grin. “Certainly, it helps to know the ins and the outs of the city. I prefer this place mostly because there are so many cats no one notices the odd lurker or... those who would avoid being seen.” Her short tail twitched with amusement, her mind focusing on the kid again. Did he steal too or was he just always in the markets? Did he have parents? They surely would of found him by now if he did. “Say, from one lurker to another, any reason someone so young as you ended up here alone? I assume you're alone otherwise you have quite the poor carers.”

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[atrb=background,http://www.iaza.com/work/121105C/iaza14531816761000.png] "Nice to know the ins and outs indeed." he said abruptly as he kept his arms crossed and twitched an ear down, keeping one eye on her. "Again, I mostly just go where I please. Keep my head down and move quickly, though I usually just take my sweet time." he said with a huff as his tail twitched. Putting that into mind, he looked around the market place for any other rapid activity, there was, but nothing interesting. So he directed his attention back to Charity at her mentioning his presence here, which kinda got him off guard. First, he looked to her in kind of a confused look with shock, but then he quickly changed it back to a awkward yet cool look. "No reason except my own." he mumbled under his breathe as he laid his ears both against his head, his muzzle sort of sinking behind his scarf-wrap. "If I had any, doubt they would care if I was here." he added with a hint of a growl but his tone was hollow as he went silent for a moment as he twitched his ears back up and turned with an unimpressed blank expression on his face as he looked up at her once more. "Any reason YOU'RE here, y'know, besides from the fact of your little stu-" before he finished what he was saying, he clamped his mouth shut and putting his paws over his mouth. 'Shoot! What if she is that hostile as I think?' he thought, looking up again with a nervous/worried expression.

[CaptainClover]

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] Charity leant against a nearby wall, feeling casual as she chatted to the kid despite knowing it was probably a bit of a risk to stand around the same area in which she had just stolen from. But /her/ schilling pouch was tightly tied to her sheath and it didn't seem like that rich tom she had stolen from would realise this until much later that day. She could relax for now. Her curled ears listened with interest, finding that this tom wasn't so different from her, despite the age difference of course. Though it seemed while she had chosen this life, this young cat had been forced into it with no family to lead him elsewhere. The tom seemed stubborn to not reveal much, but finding out he had no parents wasn't too much of a surprise for such a mature attitude. It almost made her feel sad to hear the hollow tone in his voice. While her father and brothers hadn't been the best, they had looked after her and been there for the spotted she-cat throughout life, and when one of them got to harsh she could always bury herself in her mother's lap and cry, though after a few days taunting she'd hardened a little to letting her tears slip so easily. However her eyes slightly narrowed as he spoke back, daring to ask what she was doing here as well, though he cut himself off before she could fully hear his accusation. She smirked, but wanted to make it clear that the kid was about to say something he'd regret . “I'm just here making a living kit. Using the ins and outs for a bit of a benefit if you know what I mean.” Her expression stayed sharp, and she added. “I'm guessing you saw what I did earlier? Hmph. I'm not saying what I do is right, but it's how I want to live.” She grinned, watching the young one carefully. “Would you rather be forced to do what's wrong or do what's wrong with your free choice?”

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[atrb=background,http://www.iaza.com/work/121105C/iaza14531816761000.png] Hope slowly brought his paws down from his jaws as she began to speak again. It was threatening but not exactly the friendliest tone of voice to speak in. His eyes narrowed slightly as his ears twitched back. "Y-Yea.." he stuttered out as a reply, trying to sound bold. He gulped before he would speak again. "Yea...I did. Doing it as a way to live still isn't right though! To your benefit? What benefit would be that? Was getting actual work too hard?" he said in his shaky, unsure, questioning tone. He wasn't trying to look as if he was angry at her, more as if he was a bit curious to why she says these sort of things. 'Then again..I have that habit when it comes to that.' he thought in his mind for a moment. After a hint of silence he sighed and crossed his arms as he went to lay against to wall too, keeping a bit of distance from her. "I don't exactly care for how people live their lives." he said, his eyes fixed on the ground. "Being forced or choosing what you do," he paused to make a slight chuckle, but went back to the normal kind of calm, hollow tone. "Not really that much of a difference. It's just how life works, some might say it'd be a sign of weakness or greed, but really I'd call it fate pulling tricks on you.." he said trailing off, his gaze still fixed on the ground as he went silent again for a few moments, before turning to look up at her again. "I'm no kit." he said, in that unsure bold tone. "The name's Hope." he introduced himself finally to Charity.

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] Charity watched the black and white tom, seeing just how he replied to her reasoning. It seemed he was just as stubborn as her, as he continued to take the moral high ground on what's right and wrong. Her eyes rolled as his questions, not to be patronising, but because she had heard it all before from her older brother. Quite a few times. As he finally stopped speaking and introduced himself as Hope, the thief couldn't help but smirk at the name, wondering just whose hope he was meant to be. He was certainly trying to live up to his name by sticking to the moral side of life, despite how he felt about the legionaries. <i>He'd probably make a good shade with his attitude and ideas.</i> She thought with a grin, before finally replying in turn. “Well Hope, you're basically asking why I choose to steal, and I can tell you now you're not going to like why. It's not because I'm forced to or it's the only talent I have. It's mostly because I tried being a shade, and found while I was good at it, it was.. really boring, I had no freedom and felt wrong for locking up the wrong people.” She frowned upon remembering the times she had spoken to those she had helped bring in, and really none of them seemed that bad or worthy of being thrown into prison. A lot just didn't have the money or means to get food in other ways. The thief carried on now that she had started. “I mean thieves aren't really the problem in this city. It's more the people who aren't careful enough to protect themselves and their belongings. To be honest if there were no thieves then the legionaries and shades would have to go and do actual work like locking up murderers and helping people, which they would find much harder then chasing my tail.” She giggled, but realising she had sort of advertised a life of crime to a young cat, she added. “I just got comfortable with being a thief anyway, I'm sure you'll probably grow up to be something more help then hindering to society.”