Knuckles
Garos IV, Ariana
The lad had what looked like a small backpack over his shoulder to carry whatever items he scavenged, so he didn't have the hassle of carrying it in open view once he had something. And soon, he would find something that could potentially be of worth. A stall on the far right was selling miscellaneous item from a time gone by, such as strange helmets and weapons that had long gone past their prime. He stopped close by and examined the gear that was on sale, curious as to what most of them were used for back in their day. Although, their was something he did know, they were sure to sell for a lot of credits. His eyes caught something that looked appealing, a box that showcased some old pins from another time. According to the description, they were rare pins belonging to imperial officers back when the rebellion was at its highest. Collectors were surely going to go crazy for this, and maybe if he got it for free a lot of profit was sure to be made.
Cartri carefully moved to the side of the stall and waited until no one was looking to buy anything, before peaking inside to see the owner with his back turned counting credits. The boy slowly raised his hand at the box, trying to make the five rare pins hover over to him without anyone looking. Everything seemed to be going well as all five safely hovered out of their containers, and were soon lowered into his hands. However, someone from behind had a front row seat of him doing the crime "Hey Rogecale! someone's making a grab for your merchandise here!" a bald, middle aged back shouted as he began to walk over to the boy. The owner turned around swiftly and glared at the kid who had his pins clearly in the palm of his hands "You better drop them be- HEY!" he shouted as Cartri suddenly made a break for it through the crowd.
Loud shouting and disruption was heard as he pushed through the crowd as two men dressed in armour gave pursuit. The enforces must of been nearby to hear what was going on, else there was no way they could of got here already. Cartri shoved the pins into his pocket as he reached the end of the crowd, where a big open space was available for him to run freely. Upon freedom from the crowded area, he kicked his feet and belted away from them at speed. They followed after him for a short time before giving up the chase after realising that the boy was simply to far away.
His legs slowly came to a halt in a near empty street after noticing they had stopped giving chase, his breath panting slightly from the getaway. Even though he got away, they were sure to pay him a visit back at the orphanage after taking in witness statements. It wasn't a waste though, if he hid the object somewhere for a time then maybe he could sell it when the heat had died down. With a small grin to himself after the trouble he just caused, he began to make his way back home, his gaze sometimes looking behind him to see if anyone had tailed him from earlier. For the moment, he seemed to have gotten away with murder...
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