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Post by scrap on Dec 24, 2009 0:55:22 GMT -5
Scrap couldn't believe he got away with it! He had tried dozens of other times to pick Conn's jacket, but each time he got his face in the dirt. This time though he got away scot free with his own pockets full of jewels and shiny watches. Maybe this would be enough for Kujo to see how awesome he could be. He mad managed to pick the King.
So excited and pumped up he smugly pranced his way back to knockturn, with one of his grins plastered to his fair face, acting as if he had gotten a jackpot. In reality he really had. Little did he know they really belonged to a whiny, bothersome girl who was likely heading his way with fiery intentions.
Though even if he did know, the young rogue wouldn't have cared in the least. There was no girl he couldn't handle. From what he was taught, women were pathetic creatures who were more like moochers than real people. He had gotten this look fair and square and he was planning to give some to Kujo in hopes to buy a better bed. It would be one less battle he would have to deal with today.
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Post by halie on Dec 24, 2009 22:59:32 GMT -5
"Well at least ya have someone yer size ta deal with, love. Ya know th' rules. Go an catch 'im if ya can, but the minute he gets in knocturn, hes safe. Got it?"
Conn’s words ran threw her mind a dozen times as she silently stalked the streets behind the young boy waiting on the right chance to strike. Kade was actually in complete shock at this moment in time. That little brat had managed to pick pocket Conn! Conn was the best! How did he pick pocket Conn, and why wasn’t he coming after the boy himself! Why was he leaving this up to him? Was it maybe because it was her things in the first place, and if she could manage to get them back maybe she could actually keep them this time? She didn’t know, but what ever it was she was sure Conn had a good reason, he always did.
Kade truthfully wasn’t very angry that he stole her things. She had made up for it the next day after Conn took it off of her nearly three weeks ago, and ever since she had been staying with him, and watching how he seemed to thief with such ease, and she was picking it up, very quickly. She had improved immensely since the day she met him, and has nearly stolen the loot back numerous times buts he would do something stupid like sneeze or giggle! Sometimes how she hated being kid.
Pushing all those thoughts aside she watched as he crossed over to knockturn, oh this was great. She couldn’t get to him, but that didn’t mean he could get away from her, not that easily. Grinning as she stood at the threshold of Knockturn and Diagon she waved her hand as the boy’s legs went jelly like and he fell to the ground. A smirk came to her almost innocent looking face as she leaned against the brick wall looking at him. “You messed with the wrong person buddy.” She spat with a somewhat evil tone as she starred over at the boy lying on the ground, thank the lord that she had learned a few silent, windless spells so far in life…
{{I decided to take a somewhat different approach XD }}
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Post by scrap on Dec 29, 2009 15:18:23 GMT -5
He had been so consumed with his own thoughts on how great he was, his normally acute hearing didn't pick up on the quick soft steps of a girl heading his way. Now don't hate the boy for being so self absorbed. In reality, it wasn't that much, considering he was the only one who cared about himself. It had to counter the thousand who would rather see him dead or gone. The the pride that had just enveloped his 7 year old frame was soon extinguished when he felt his strong legs give way as he fell to the hard, cracked and dingy cobblestones that made up Knockturn's foundations.
Still holding his treasures in one hand, the young rogue gritted his yellow, somewhat pointed teeth to glare menacingly at the annoying voice who threatened him. With a quick roll, he now faced the agressor as he struggled to return to his feet so he could squash this bug. If he could only get his legs from not wiggling! Cursing under his breath, and complete fury, Scrap held his own hand out. He might still be on the ground, but he still could make her cry. He wasn't a muggle after all.
With all his concentration, he thought the the Stinging hex, hoping it would hit her squarely in that ugly face. It really wasn't that ugly to be honest, but to a girl hating 7 year old, it was his worst enemy. That evil smile of hers reminded him so much of himself, it was to disturbing to have to look at. As soon as he felt his legs return, he was on his feet glaring at her, "Yer insane, dirty wench! I did nuthin' to you..yet! Shove off! Unless you want more..." He gave an evil chuckle after the last sentence as his blue eyes narrowed threateningly. She was no match for him!
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