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Post by AULUS MERULA on Jan 23, 2011 3:43:53 GMT -5
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Everyday life, easy for some, hard for others. There were always those people who had to work their asses off just to get a dime, and then there were the others who lifted a pinky, and made a hundred dollars. But in every scale, there is a happy medium, and that is where Aulus sat. He stole from the rich, and used that money for two things. His own enjoyment, and to give it to those who were in need. Robin Hood? Not quite. The boy did as he pleased, not for any certain cause, not for any certain somebody, and not for any certain priority. Hell, who did he have left? The last of his family had passed on only a few years earlier, driving him into this lifestyle that he portrayed now. The man that he was, it wasn’t in the footsteps of his father like so many other boys. It was a new path, carved into the shape it was by his own blood sweat and tears…
The Tabernae Novae had been packed that day, people shoving past each other, running into each other, and crowding each and every one of the stands. Well, this just made it that much easier for a thief to gain a bit of coin. His money pouch was heavy, containing plenty for the weeks to come. Yet the boy’s tanned hand stayed over the pouch, being sure that nobody decided to do what he had already done to so many. Each footstep was well placed, imprinting the mark of his boot into the dirt below. The man’s destination? Well, it was nowhere in particular. He didn’t have a home, just used what he could to get by. Some would call him a vagabond, the boy always wandering, and never finding a permanent place to stay.
Golden eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a less populated place to move. Coming from a slouched position, to standing at the tip of his height, Aulus stood tall, hesitating for but only a moment. There it was, a more thinned out spot. Then again, it was near a almost wiped out food stand, only bread and a few water containers left within. With a light sigh, and an easy shrug, the boy maneuvered his way over to the location, stopping in front of the food stand.
The boy’s worn fingers fiddled with a small chain, wrapped around his left wrist. A small golden heart dangled from the mettle, dancing with every movement of his arm. This was a habit that he picked up for when he was bored, never really knowing where it came from. Maybe from that childhood he never had the pleasure of having? Ah childhood, something the boy never got to grow up with. Ever since he was eight years old, him and his sister were on their own. The boy was sixteen when she died. A whole life of fighting to keep her happy, all for the girl to leave without any warning. Still, three years down the road, that affected him. Made the boy shut off, nearly never smile. Harsh, it was. But then again, Aulus knew that his life was so easy compared to some, and this was why he never complained.
Pulling out a small amount of coin, Aulus set it on the shopkeeper’s table, and snatched up a water container. With a light nod, he turned, twisted the cap open, and took a small sip of the liquid before pouring some on his hand, all to wash his nearly flawless face with. Pouring some in his hair, and shaking his head, Aulus gave a content sigh, closing his eyes for only a moment. Water; it was, and will always be one of his favorite things in that world. Latching the small water pouch onto his belt, the man moved forward, lightly dazing out into thought as he usually found himself doing when alone.
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Tag: Cassia
Muse: It is flying, but it's rusty. xD;
Song: The last night - Skillet
Notes: If I need to change anything just say so. =x
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Post by CASSIA VESPILLO on Jan 23, 2011 14:22:03 GMT -5
k i s s m e o n t h e s i d e w a l k t a k e a w a y t h e p a i n b e c a u s e i s e e[ SPARKS FLY ]- - - - - - - - - - Oh, this certainy wasn't going the way she hoped it would.
The stall vendor was giving her the look. You know, the kind of look that says, "I'm getting tired of standing here and looking at you looking at my merchandise." But she was in the middle of a dilemma here! The merchandise - a crate full of paints, oils to soften them, and other drawing supplies such as chalk, charcoal, and the likes - was in a box that was far heavier than it should have been. The crate was constructed with thick slabs of dark, splintery wood that made Cassia wonder what kind of people made them. After all, the things you make often reflect who you are, right? So the people who made the crates must be thick slabs of people who got splinters a lot.
Or gave people splinters.
And it wasn't the splinters that caused her to hesitate in picking up the box. It was the fact that, well, most plainly - she couldn't pick up the crate. Even if she'd wanted to. It was impossible because she was so weak! She couldn't tell that to the stall owner. He'd think she was whining - and anyway, he already thought her a nuisance. So she fretted and fluttered and tried to look like she was doing something particularly important, wasting time. What was she to do? The lack of - of whatever was in her blood, well, it made her unable to do a lot of exercise.
Not to mention she didn't even know how she was going to get home.
"Here is the deal," the vendor, with his thick accent, said as he leaned against the counter of his stall. "You buy merchandise, yes? And when you buy, you take. You cannot just leave it." He stared at her, and poor Cassia, so frightened by this foreign man whose accent was not totally unlike her own, only stared back with wide brown eyes. Frustrated, the man finally exclaimed noisily, "Are you slow, girl? Did your master send you here because he didn't want you anymore? Take crate and leave!"
Oh dear oh dear. This was not going well.
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Post by AULUS MERULA on Jan 23, 2011 14:57:41 GMT -5
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The boy was doing a good job at avoiding people, weaving through them as if they were the cloth, and he was the needle. What to do now, though? His daily plans were done. He stole, he gave, and he ate. Sleeping was out of the question, due to those restless nights that he preferred to avoid. Dreams; they were everywhere he went. But once those golden eyes shut, those very dreams busted into full blown nightmares, nightmares in which he could not wake until the morning’s sun stroked his tanned skin.
Eventually being shoved to the side by the crowds, Aulus let out a sigh, finding his place against a shop wall, perfect for loitering. The boy’s eyes focused onto the ground below, his boot placed firmly upon the ground as the other found it’s place among the wall behind him. Crossing his bare arms just after pulling down on the bottom of his vest, Aulus let out a long sigh of frustration, planning to stick it out there until the crowds thinned. Hell, why was he there in the first place? Aulus hated crowds… He generally didn’t like people. Most didn’t even take the time to bathe, which he did nearly constantly.
"Here is the deal," Aulus could hear the thick accent of one of the many merchants, causing his attention to snap to the thick voice. The boy looked through strands of hair, making out the figures. An old shop keeper, and a young woman… Well, she was kinda cute. Of course, that was the first thing that ran through the boy’s head. His eyes traced her figure for a moment, the boy biting his lip, before drawing his attention back to the shop keeper. "You buy merchandise, yes? And when you buy, you take. You cannot just leave it." The girl looked frightened by this man? Aulus lightly turned his head to face the two, cocking it to the side. The shop keeper looked as if he were getting frustrated, not understanding the situation that was obviously at hand.
"Are you slow, girl? Did your master send you here because he didn't want you anymore? Take crate and leave!" That was enough, if there was one thing that Aulus thought was wrong, it was yelling at a young girl. Pushing up, and off of the wall, the man walked over to the side of the stand, slamming his palm down on the surface to draw the man’s attention. ”Hey ass hole, didn’t your mama ever teach you some manors?” His voice was deep, threatening, and defensive. That look in his eyes was filled with hate, and with the structure of his strong, and fit body, the boy was looking like a good threat. ”Or did she and your just to much of a damn fool to pay attention? Maybe she can’t lift it easily, is the box heavy?”
Letting out a low growl, the boy’s eyes stayed in complete contact with the shop keepers. They had that look in them, as if he were the cat, and that other man was the mouse. ”I think she deserves an apology. Don’t you?” Standing to his full height, which was just a little over six feet, the boy stared down on this man as he maneuvered next to the girl. Breaking that hard glare with the man, Aulus offered a gentle smile down to the girl, speaking in a more friendly voice. ”Would you like some help carrying that to your destination?” From threatening to friendly in the blink of an eye, the man stood, content with his actions.
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Tag: Cassia
Muse: It is flying, but it's rusty. xD;
Song: Saving Me - Nickleback
Notes: If I need to change anything just say so. =x
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Post by CASSIA VESPILLO on Jan 23, 2011 18:34:07 GMT -5
k i s s m e o n t h e s i d e w a l k t a k e a w a y t h e p a i n b e c a u s e i s e e[ SPARKS FLY ]- - - - - - - - - - The stall vendor was taken aback, to say the least.
He was not, however, as taken aback as Cassia was. The brunette startled when she heard the voice - strong and frightening - and nearly jumped into the air. What did you expect? Cassia Vespillo was certainly not one of the most calm people out there, especially when she was being yelled at by a man who, in another life, might have been kind to her at one point or another. In fact, she was almost certain that she'd had a most civil conversation with this man not a few days ago.
With a huff and a look of distaste, the vendor growled most unattractively under his breath, turning his back to them to recount his merchandise - as if he thought one of them might have swiped something while he wasn't looking. At least Cassia knew it wasn't a personal thing; there were so many people these days who had a hard time trusting each other. She thought maybe it had something to do with the assassination of Caesar, and how the city was almost into civil war. Both prospects were frightening.
"Ah, yes, help w-would be nice, sir," she replied to Aulus, ignoring the fact that the man had, dutifully, not apologized for her. "Just that crate, if you don't mind, sir. You wouldn't, um..." Oh, how was she going to explain this? How was she going to say that she didn't know how she was supposed to get back home? "You wouldn't happen to know where the Aelianus residency is? I so rarely get sent out, you know, as I spend most of my time by the master's side that I don't know the city as well as I should..."
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Post by AULUS MERULA on Jan 23, 2011 19:30:06 GMT -5
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The shop keeper wasn’t exactly the smartest man in existence, not knowing this boy from Adam. If there was no one around, some problems would have risen. Those golden eyes locked onto the back of the keeper’s head, so many thought running through his head. So many things he could do, so quickly. Biting his tongue, and shaking his head, the boy re-directed his attention to the girl, this time with no expression on his lips. That look in the man’s eyes though, it was warm. Welcoming. He offered Cassia his help, lightly tilting his head to the side, his boyish hair sweeping over his right eye with the tilt.
"Ah, yes, help w-would be nice, sir," A light stutter? Appears he startled her more than he did the shop keeper. "Just that crate, if you don't mind, sir.” With a light nod, he picked up the crate as if it were nothing. Holding it’s weight with his left arm, the boy fixed his hair back to the original position in which he had it. Shaking his head, letting the locks fall naturally, he looked back to the girl, speaking lightly. ”Where to?” Well, what else did he have to do? Not really that much. Hell, why not help a girl out? Might end up getting something out of it. Usually he didn’t talk to servants though, making this a rare occasion. Usually the boy didn’t even take a look at a girl like her, but there was something about her. That little thing twisting in his stomach, something he never felt before. Well, Aulus was going to figure that out, quite soon.
“You wouldn't, um..." The boy’s eyes locked onto the girl’s own shining orbs, giving her his full attention. She looked slightly puzzled, just making the boy wonder so much more. "You wouldn't happen to know where the Aelianus residency is? I so rarely get sent out, you know, as I spend most of my time by the master's side that I don't know the city as well as I should..." He couldn’t help but let out a light laugh, and allow a small smile to force itself upon his lips. ”Don’t worry,” The boy’s voice sang through his lips as he only opened a small portion on the right hand side. ”I’ll getchya there.” It was obvious by the way he spoke that he knew exactly where he was headed. Hell, it was one of the houses he sold his stolen gems to.
”Oh, my name is Aulus, a pleasure to meet you Miss…?” The boy had lightly taken her hand, and kissed the top of her delicate skin with his silk lips. As if he were setting down a fragile flower, he lightly let the girl’s hand down. A quick greeting the boy often did, just to show respect. Motioning for her to follow, Aulus began to walk, pushing through the people, making a small path behind him. ”It would be best for you to stay close,” He said, looking over his shoulder to the girl. ”If you wish, so you can keep track of me, you may hold onto my bow, or vest, whatever. Just don’t want you getting lost.” there was no way in hell that he was going to lose her, especially since the boy was doing her a favor.
After a few moments, the boy asked but a simple question. ”So where you from? And where is your family?” It was just a subject of conversation, something that he asked if there wasn’t much to talk about. Usually got the other person talking for a long period of time, and gave him time to learn about them. In this case, though, he just wanted to hear her voice. It was soft, and beautiful. Kind of like music, a lovely melody…
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Tag: Cassia
Muse: It is flying, but it's rusty. xD;
Song: The last night - Skillet
Notes: If I need to change anything just say so. =x
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