Post by alistair on Dec 18, 2011 21:26:16 GMT -8
wednesday, november 2nd, 2011 – around 1:00 pm
with the s a m e old decent lazy eye, fixed to rest on y o u.
tag: melissa! | lyrics: lazy eye by silversun pickups. | notes: eh, at least it gives him a reason to talk to her? XD
with the s a m e old decent lazy eye, fixed to rest on y o u.
“And that is how I saved Danny from certain peril. No matter what he tells you.” He winked as the men summoned laughter. He waved his hand in a careless gesture, smirking down at the group of men in front of him. They were a motley crew, comprised of all sorts of ages and skill-levels. Several of them had mismatched collections of clothing, but none were quite as obvious as their leader. He wasn’t a particularly tall man, but he carried himself like someone who knew he was in charge. A pageboy hat was atop his head, covering a mess of honey blonde hair. He grinned across the group, before his hand fell back to his side. Some of the men clung to his words, especially those who appeared to be near their teens. He could have told some of them anything and they would have believed it. After all, he may have exaggerated, but he wasn’t lying. The boy who had been mentioned – a Daniel Richter – was blushing furiously, though he didn’t argue with the treasure hunter. Alistair liked to talk himself up, but there often was some truth to his words.
The group had begun to branch off into their own conversations when something caught his eye. It was a girl waking past, no doubt on her way to get somewhere. He had only caught a glimpse of her face, but instantly he found the corners of his lips turning up. She was a pretty little thing, though his quick observations told him a couple of things. One, she was probably in her late teens. Two, she had been in some sort of situation which resulted in not having the ability to eat a regular amount. Either way, she was certainly not bad on the eyes, and it was enough to have Alistair Lawless wondering more about her. His eyes followed her as she walked past the crew of men. He elbowed one of the gentlemen next to him, an older man with a rather dense beard. “Hey, Isaac, does that girl look familiar to you?” He tilted his head in a small motion towards the girl, raising his eyebrows.
His response was a bit vaguer than he was expecting, but useful. “Dunno her name. Sullivan found her, I think. Either way, she wound up here. I think she’s helping out with the refugees, apprenticeship or something? Not sure, just know she helped out with my wife’s sister’s family.” He began to slip away from the group, before his teammate spoke up again. “Alistair, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The twenty-six year old gave him a dazzling smile, waving his hand once more. How many times had he made that exact gesture to his team, out in the field? Everything would be alright. He had it covered. His teammate rolled his eyes, though didn’t protest further as the man continued to slink away from the group. They probably wouldn’t realize he had left for several more minutes now that they had collapsed into little cliques, he reckoned he would be safe. He just needed a way of getting the girl’s attention, and then maybe he could strike up conversation.
His opportunity came in a strange form.
A small boy had shown up, someone who wasn’t with the same group of daring men. Alistair paid the kid little mind as he began to follow the young woman. It was only when they both got closer that the child perked up on his radar. The kid was moving closer to the girl, reaching out a hand in the direction where a pocket ought to be in her outfit. The man hesitated slightly, a knot of confusion across his brow. What was that kid doing? The boy had turned to glance around, a look that the man recognized from personal experience as being guilt. The kid’s fingers continued to inch closer before the treasure hunter finally pieced together what was happening: the kid was trying to pickpocket the girl he was trailing. Instantly, the man went to action. He widened his steps as he nearly jogged over, reaching out to grab the boy’s wrist. The child made a noise of protest as the man swung him away from the girl.
“Woah there! I don’t quite think this lovely young miss would appreciate you stuffing your hands in her pockets!” He continued to hold the child in place, looking down at him with the hint of a smirk upon his face. The man imagined he didn’t look like he came from a better crew, not if the dinginess of his clothing had anything to say about it. His stovepipe muggle jeans had seen better days, and he was seen in his usual amount of layers. A button-down shirt was beneath his v-neck sweater, topped with a vest that was covered in faint tan stains. “Alright, now run along, before I find your mum.” He wasn’t entirely sure if the kid even had a mother anymore, especially if he was out pickpocketing anyone who seemed remotely easy. If the kid was an orphan, he didn’t protest, before scampering off and out of sight. He glanced to the girl, a smile breaking across his face. “Sorry about that. It’s not always the smartest to walk around here alone, if you haven’t figured that out.”
tag: melissa! | lyrics: lazy eye by silversun pickups. | notes: eh, at least it gives him a reason to talk to her? XD