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Post by TIBERIUS CATO on Feb 19, 2011 23:34:52 GMT -5
Quick, quick, run, escape!
It wasn't every day that Cato was chased by angry citizens. Most of the time, he was very good at looking cute and avoiding trouble. But today? Man, today was just not working out for him. You knew you were down on your luck when you got chased all the way to the sewers. And to top it all off, he hadn't been able to steal a thing! It looked like the blonde-haired boy was going to spend another night hungry. Why had he come here in the first place? He could live so much better in the smaller cities! Here everyone was on your back, tightly-wound, always watching their money, unwilling to show even the smallest bit of compassion to a poor boy just trying to make a decent dishonest living.
It stank. His position, and the sewers. Trying to catch his breath in the dank dark cavernous structure was like trying to breathe in water. Water with a really, really questionable origin. But everyone had to breathe, unfortunately; that was not something he could go without for a little while. He'd just have to suffer the stench and somehow calm his speeding heartbeat, get energy back in to limbs practically stripped bare, and try to sneak back out without catching too much attention. He would definitely need a bath after this.
He was contemplating when the best time and place would be, to jump in the river and get somewhat clean, when he heard a step, a splash; glancing up, heart pounding, peering in to the blackness. He didn't dare breathe, didn't move, didn't call out - there was someone else there. And judging by his luck, it wouldn't be someone with a caring and compassionate soul.
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