A young man slowly made his way through the back areas of the warehouses. He knew how to stay out of sight enough to not be seen by some random patrol, though he didn't exactly scream "stealthy!" Nor did he seem as if he was looking for anyone or anything in particular.
"Man... This sucks." He said quietly to himself, as he slipped past the last patrol in the back, and made his way up toward the front from between two buildings. "Got no food. Got no gil. An' those pricks think they're too good for me. Heavy Handers my ASS!" He turned back and raised his voice as he said the last two words, as if to taunt the patrols back there. But none came. "Tff...Whatever..." He said, and continued walking. "More like -Lame Handers.-"
And then he popped out from the buildings, and spied the small gathering. He just made his way over without a care or thought, andstopped, raising one hand in a low wave, almost as if he belonged there. "Sup."
"Man... This sucks." He said quietly to himself, as he slipped past the last patrol in the back, and made his way up toward the front from between two buildings. "Got no food. Got no gil. An' those pricks think they're too good for me. Heavy Handers my ASS!" He turned back and raised his voice as he said the last two words, as if to taunt the patrols back there. But none came. "Tff...Whatever..." He said, and continued walking. "More like -Lame Handers.-"
And then he popped out from the buildings, and spied the small gathering. He just made his way over without a care or thought, andstopped, raising one hand in a low wave, almost as if he belonged there. "Sup."
Theodric Gray