Escape and calm (open)
Mar 16, 2009 14:33:02 GMT -7
Post by solia on Mar 16, 2009 14:33:02 GMT -7
Solia enters the city and the bear detours off, a relief that makes the little girl slump in the streets near the front gate panting. "Mister bear went away." After a couple of minutes, she stands up right and strolls into the city. It isn't everyday that she comes to this area of the world so she might as well see what mischief that she might or could get into.
The little girl heads up the street easilly into the market place. The carts are all set and the world seems to not notice here, the art that makes her highly noticable. The small one slips past a table where there is Rye bread and snitches a loaf and keeps going. Then she actually snatches some chopped ham on the next table and keeps going. The art is not to get caught. Keep walking no matter what. At a stand about condiments and such, she snatches a small jar of stone ground mustard and keeps going yet again. With a snatch of a a water skin with water in it, Solia ducts unto an ally. She sits down casually and spreads out a small rag from her bag and pulls one of the few kunai that she has.
First she slices the bread into pieces. Then she places the 12 pieces on the rag. Using the mustard, she only slathers a few pieces for now and puts the jar in her little bag. Using the meat she loads every piece, not too much, then sandwitches all together, making six sandwitches. The ones without the mustard, she wraps up in the rag cloth and puts in a pocket of her bag. The one with the mustard, she eats, using the water to wash it down. "A good day."
The little girl heads up the street easilly into the market place. The carts are all set and the world seems to not notice here, the art that makes her highly noticable. The small one slips past a table where there is Rye bread and snitches a loaf and keeps going. Then she actually snatches some chopped ham on the next table and keeps going. The art is not to get caught. Keep walking no matter what. At a stand about condiments and such, she snatches a small jar of stone ground mustard and keeps going yet again. With a snatch of a a water skin with water in it, Solia ducts unto an ally. She sits down casually and spreads out a small rag from her bag and pulls one of the few kunai that she has.
First she slices the bread into pieces. Then she places the 12 pieces on the rag. Using the mustard, she only slathers a few pieces for now and puts the jar in her little bag. Using the meat she loads every piece, not too much, then sandwitches all together, making six sandwitches. The ones without the mustard, she wraps up in the rag cloth and puts in a pocket of her bag. The one with the mustard, she eats, using the water to wash it down. "A good day."