Post by Nora Fisher on Jan 5, 2018 12:42:51 GMT -7
The temperature in Artavia varied only rarely. They were so high up there wasn't much for weather here, no rain or snow or wind or anything really. She'd even heard the tourists complaining there was less air here at all compared to the rest of the world. She supposed it was good it was this way, because as a kid on the streets she likely wouldn't have survived this long if the winters here were icy cold or the summers got harsh. Maybe it was mostly lucky for The Pariahs, who relied on the street kids and could get away without providing them even the most basic of protections. The cloth footwear she wore were worn through in more than one place and her clothes certainly weren't warm enough to withstand anything colder than temperate weather.
Nora's fingers fiddled with one of the rips on her shirt and again wondered how bad it would have to get before she was allowed a new one. She couldn't buy herself one of course because she was supposed to be bringing any money back to the base and if any of the olders found out she had spent some on something as frivolous as a new shirt she would be sleeping outside for a week - and they would take her new shirt for themselves. She frowned at the thought and stood as the nearby clocktower struck noon. Half the day gone already, and she'd barely made the minimum. She needed to work harder if she was going to have enough to hide some away.
District III was busy at the best of times, and now that it was The Coin of Fortune it was even moreso - people were travelling for business or pleasure and the airship docks were crowded to bursting with all the bodies. She stood on a walkway overlooking the docks, having come up here to escape some of the bustle after spending a morning pickpocketing the tourists, and now she would have to return. Her stomach grumbled unhappily, but she was used to not eating until the evening. She like any of the street kids was only fed if she brought back enough for the gang, and though sometimes she nicked an apple or some nuts from a vendor she had realized quickly there were Pariah eyes everywhere, and if they caught you disobeying the 'spirit of the rules' they would see to it that you were punished. So she followed their rules obediently, for now, but someday she would have enough saved up to buy a ticket out of this place.
She ran her fingers through her dark hair and worked out some tangles as she walked off the bridge and made her way down the stairs towards the main thoroughfare. She hated when her hair got tangled, but there was only so much she could do with just her fingers. Slipping among the crowd with the ease only a street kid could have she kept her eyes peeled for targets. People with loose bags or obvious jewelry or wallets just sitting in their back pockets - it was like they wanted to get robbed. But that was why coming here was always such a good plan. Even on a slow day there were plenty of unwitting tourists. The biggest problem was keeping an eye out for the guards and the police - they knew just as well as Nora and The Pariahs did that this was prime for thievery and as Nora had already seen with her brother, if you got caught stealing you were sent away and never heard from again.
Green eyes caught sight of a wealthy looking individual with a fancy timepiece on his wrist. It wasn't the first time she had seen such a thing, after all this was Artavia of all places, but it wasn't very often she saw one so elaborate. If she got it for the gang she would surely assuage any suspicion they still had about her after almost getting caught with her stash! Now it was time to stalk her prey until she found the right moment to bump into him and slip it off his wrist, so she started tailing him through the crowd.