Post by xidoraven on Feb 24, 2006 4:22:37 GMT -5
While Lori the Gazing sat alone back at the apartment building his group stayed in, the rest of the Frag from his hostel were out partaking in their absolute favorite pasttime; Looting.
Knifetosser lunged forward, jumping quickly over a fallen chair, dashing past Spitshine with his two arms full of jewelry and knives that he had broke open some store showcases in order to get. The relatively tanned har clambered back out of the broken window they had smashed in order to break in through, stuffing the goods into his satchel.
"Hurry the hell up!" he cried at his companion, who was trying to fill a bag he had with random goods he thought they could use. Most of the buildings in the area had already been broken into for their goods, but more and more often, surprise jackpots were discovered hiding in some rather unlikely places. This clever place had been found through good old-fashioned detective work, slowly discovering the location of a rival gang member's old stash through simple deduction and planning.
Knifetosser was certain that the Assholes of I-5 were monitoring their looting spree, and thought it would only be so much time before they'd be found and most likely shot. Knife had taken three shots already in his harrish life, and wasn't severely concerned, but was pumped full of adrenaline nonetheless, which was his original goal anyways... Get some stash and feel the rush.
In all honesty, if it incited a gang fight, it would at least give him a reason to start taking people and hara out. He'd never been very good at listening and obeying orders, so he never joined the military. But Knife had a very different talent, he has some of the best damn street knowledge a har could have.
His instincts at this moment were telling him to hurry the hell up. He voiced it once more to Spitshine in an aggressive manner, and decided to turn off and let Spit follow after when he decided to be ready. He was still glamering over the emptied drawers, most likely still looking for the drugs and paraphenalia he kept saying he was sure they'd find when they came here.
Deciding that his companion was most likely right to do so, Spit grabbed a few last items and followed his friend. On his last moment before hopping up onto the window ledge to leave, he spotted an open wooden box of exactly what he was looking for. He pulled his leg back out of the window and stooped back down to grab the box. Quickly inspecting the contents, he closed the lid and turns around once more.
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Knifetosser lunged forward, jumping quickly over a fallen chair, dashing past Spitshine with his two arms full of jewelry and knives that he had broke open some store showcases in order to get. The relatively tanned har clambered back out of the broken window they had smashed in order to break in through, stuffing the goods into his satchel.
"Hurry the hell up!" he cried at his companion, who was trying to fill a bag he had with random goods he thought they could use. Most of the buildings in the area had already been broken into for their goods, but more and more often, surprise jackpots were discovered hiding in some rather unlikely places. This clever place had been found through good old-fashioned detective work, slowly discovering the location of a rival gang member's old stash through simple deduction and planning.
Knifetosser was certain that the Assholes of I-5 were monitoring their looting spree, and thought it would only be so much time before they'd be found and most likely shot. Knife had taken three shots already in his harrish life, and wasn't severely concerned, but was pumped full of adrenaline nonetheless, which was his original goal anyways... Get some stash and feel the rush.
In all honesty, if it incited a gang fight, it would at least give him a reason to start taking people and hara out. He'd never been very good at listening and obeying orders, so he never joined the military. But Knife had a very different talent, he has some of the best damn street knowledge a har could have.
His instincts at this moment were telling him to hurry the hell up. He voiced it once more to Spitshine in an aggressive manner, and decided to turn off and let Spit follow after when he decided to be ready. He was still glamering over the emptied drawers, most likely still looking for the drugs and paraphenalia he kept saying he was sure they'd find when they came here.
Deciding that his companion was most likely right to do so, Spit grabbed a few last items and followed his friend. On his last moment before hopping up onto the window ledge to leave, he spotted an open wooden box of exactly what he was looking for. He pulled his leg back out of the window and stooped back down to grab the box. Quickly inspecting the contents, he closed the lid and turns around once more.