Post by FELIX PROCULUS on Jan 17, 2011 14:47:43 GMT -5
[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/6g8ykm.jpg][atrb=style,border: 4px dashed #FFFFFF][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 440,true][atrb=cellpadding,14px,true]  HE'S A FIEND IN FELINE FORM equus, equus! felix did love the circus maximus. admittedly, that might be because people tended to be a bit distracted in cheering on their favourite chariot teams to notice if their purses got a little lighter - and that was nothing to do with betting on those aforementioned favoured teams. perhaps betting in the metaphorical sense; they sure were wagering their hard earned pecunia against the chance that those coins might be stolen by someone such as himself. a criminal, a common thief? not likely, felix was an opportunist. swift as the wind, agile as a cat, nimble as a nymph! the list went on. you had to watch your valuables around felix proculus, he was indeed the odysseus of crime! he was called the occulta pede, for he was the master criminal who could defy the jurisdictio! aside from the fact he didn't call himself a criminal, he called himself a dancer. which, in reality, he was. and, on the subject of this opportunist nature of his, he appeared to have picked the wrong opportunity today. the circus maximus was empty - not that it should be full or anything. after all, there was no races on this fine dies mercurii, the track was clean and waste free - be that rubbish from the crowds or from the animals that pelted round the circus maximus at full speed - and the stands were empty. well, the track was not entirely empty, but there were other things down there. so quiet! the sounds of rome were blocked out by the high walls of the stadium and he breathed in the musky scent of horses, ever present in the arena. far off, he could hear shouts and the pounding of hooves - likely as not a horse had got free or something. it wouldn't trouble him all the way over here. felix was resting against the barrier between the seating and the track below, both hands on the barrier itself. suddenly, his arms tensed and he vaulted gracefully over the side, legs tucking up beneath him before landing effortlessly. barely a whisper! it was even more quiet -down here - an almost deadening silence as he ignored the distant whinneys are they grew ever closer. the sand was cool beneath his feet and he executed an impromptu handspring towards the centre, looking for all the world like an acrobat, and not just another lowlife scrounging for money, as he was. there were a few little glittering coins buried in the sand, where punters dropped them in their frenzy to bet on the triumphator. there were no winners today, only felix and his hands raking through the sand as he searched away, oblivious to the eyes watching him from the stands. not a thief, an opportunist. A MONSTER OF DEPRAVITY tagged: open! max two or three. ♥ muse: alejandro - lady gaga notes: lmao idk. have an open thread of thready joy. cats reference there, though i replaced napolean with odysseus for topical lulz. credits to min of on the edge |