Who will buy... [Open]

[amir]

Amir was moving easily through the crowds, a short chiv blade in his hand as he glanced around himself. He’d fashioned a scrap of fabric into a bag of sorts that he could use to carry some bits of wood he’d carved into simple wooden pegs. At his belt besides his papa’s dagger was a small rough fabric purse securely fastened in place so it couldn’t disappear unexpectedly. Right now it hung empty though. He’d managed to carve around 150 pegs out of spare wood that he managed to find just laying about to sell, knowing that almost all the people wanted pegs to use for hanging their clothing out if they were to dry it. His feet were covered in fabric fashioned into rough shoes, and his sky blue robes, and darker blue waistcoat had a well worn look to them.

About his neck, half hidden by the robes were his baba’s prayer beads, and the prayer mat was strapped to his back – he’d often been tempted to sell such but he remembered how hard his mother had worked to make this, and he knew that he couldn’t sell such a precious item. Carefully he found the corner where he liked to make his stand, frowning as he found it had been taken by someone else. Slowly he approached the person “’scuse me, but I normally stand here and sell whatever I’ve made... do you mind if I stand next to you?” he asked looking up at the male. He didn’t know if he’d get shoo’d off or not.

He sighed as he did, realising it was a member of the upper class. Shame he liked to stand there, it gave him a good view. “Oi! Watch it!” he protested sharply as he was barged into by someone in a bit of a hurry his eyes narrowing as he almost spilt the precious cargo of wooden pegs he was carrying. “Some of us need to earn coin with what we can make in our free time!” he added on. It had been hard work to keep a living going on the streets since he’d ended up living on them, not that he minded too much.

His brown eyes were still bright in excitement under the shaggy black mess of hair.

[maximiliennoelvier]

Maxi Sighed to himself as he put the small novella he had been reading back into his pocket. It had been a slow day both at home and out on the streets, there had been nothing exciting or exhilarating going on, no fun at all, or maybe it was that too be honest Maxi was just not feeling in the mood right now. Maxi would rather have his head in a book all day than feel like this, oh to have the feeling of getting absorbed by the adventures of the characters, to wash away your troubles and be there with them, that was always the best way to cheer yourself up, well that's what Maxi said to himself. This however happened not true at this particular moment, this was one book that the young lad had already read to an early grave it was a good book n doubt, it was just that Maxi did not need it any more he had better ones. There was a big problem though, this one had been the only book that maxi could take from his home at the time, plus it was small enough not to make a passing policeman believe he stolen it something he was hoping at least. He had yet to run into one of them, if it was to be, he hoped to heaven it was not the man Javert. Standing up Maxi subconsciously dusted himself off forgetting the clothes he was wearing where not what he usually wore and he of course had no his glasses, something that had made him a bit grumpier when reading. Getting up he took one look at the book and came to the conclusion that he needed it no longer; he would give it someone more in need of it than him.

It however, had been some time since then and he had given the book along with some money to a small family who looked like they needed this type of kindness immediately. They were somewhat frightened of his approach thinking he may be there to steal what little they had, or they were just being cautious. Despite this it had been a lot easier and a smoother way of going about it than when he was doing it as his normal self, a lot of people even though he was young still did not trust him, thinking wrongfully that he would turn them in, to the police after giving them something. In the end he had left it with them and gave them a quick smile before walking off picking up speed as he went heading for the square, in Rue-Saint-Denis, why? Well he had no idea he just wanted to see what the rest of today had in its pram to throw at him. He would know soon enough, he picked up his pace and he soon came colliding into someone slowing him down considerably, why had he not seen the person? Oh yes he had not been looking where he was going, he was in a rush to get to the next place. He was about to say sorry that he had not been looking or thinking but then a familiar voice caused his head jolt upwards and his eyes lit up to match that of Amir's, for yes it was Amir Al-MIRAJ, one of the few people he knew on the street. He had his dashing looks and his trademark shaggy black hair. He took a step back nodding. What a coincidence I was hoping to find a way to have fun

Not sure if Amir had noticed him he spoke his tone very sure of himself
"I Would buy them all off you, but I gave the money on me to a family," he grinned at the fellow lad cheekily "or I Could take them now and pay you back later, nice carving skills Amir, don't think vie seen anything like it." If Amir doubted who he was then the last bit must surely have given who he was away.

[amir]

Amir glanced over as he was spoken to by the person who’d so rudely ran into him. A smile flashed onto his tanned face, something he’d never got rid of, and never would. “Good to see you again,” he stated. “If you don’t mind though I need the food, families starving and I worked so hard on carving these to sell,” he added on. Oh yes he may be young, but he’d learnt the importance of doing good honest work. While he’d preferred to be working with horses, and indeed he missed the twin fluffy giants that had been gifted to him as temporary mounts by the Romany, he knew that unless he could get work with a rich person the chances of him ever seeing a horse was slim.

His eyes saddened as he thought on what he would be doing at this time of day. Either tending to the horses in the deserts, or even travelling to the next oasis. If not that then it would have been learning Falconry. He had to smile a bit as he remembered the nickname his father had once had. Saqr. Just Falcon. So called because of the way when going to war against other tribes he and his band of warriors had always seemed to swoop down on the unsuspecting foe, like a falcon swooping on its meal.

He wondered whether Fajera had been well cared for, or if she’d just been turned out into the deserts. That horse had truly belonged to his father, and no one else. You were lucky to get near her on a good day without meeting her hooves, or her teeth. She didn’t mind which she greeted you with after all, but one couldn’t deny as a war mare she was second to none. He shrugged at the comment about his carving “’s nothing much,” was all he said with a grin. “Jus’ some pegs, thought that they might go down a treat for the poor to hang washing out with. Can carve a flower outta one piece of wood but I thought I’d sell pegs instead here, to anyone who’ll buy ‘em. Or at least that’s the plan once I find meself a spot,” he stated with a shrug. “Some geezer took me own normal spot to stand and sell, would ‘e as ‘eck move?”

[maximiliennoelvier]

[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/33capw3.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution "And you," Max replied to Amir returning his smile as he did, Amir was one of the few friends on the street that Max actually had, most of those he knew were aristocrats but they were really just annoying acquaintances instead of true friends. Plus they were all rather up themselves and cared barely anything for the poor, looking back he remembered having watched one of them spit on a young poor child, something much worse had happened as well but Max chose to forget about it, just as much as he would rather forget about them. In fact Max pretty much had almost done so. Amir was a much better friend in Max's opinion and someone he had never expected to become friends with, though it was not much of a stretch, he found it easier to bond with the poor and homeless on the street than even his family or the aristocrat society that he had been born into. He was also very thankful to Amir if not for him that trouble his big mouth had gotten himself into on one of his first visits to the street would of escalated into something more, it was Amir who had helped him out of that spot, and their friendship had started there. One bonus was that Amir knew of his background and actually been quite accepting of it, something that Max had been quite surprised about, as he thought he would of been rejected once he told. Max himself hated his background for many different reasons and everyday he found himself hating his own family, disagreeing and at time ignoring his father at every turn he could, spending less and less time at the family's main estate and more of it out on the street, part of Max felt like cutting contact with his family entirely. Looking at Amir, he wondered what his friend would think of his thoughts of this idea of staying on the street to try and get by without his family. Only going back to get food and money for the poor, Would he agree with it or think it stupid? He had no idea and he felt that may he should see, it was always good to get another opinion. For now though he was content to leave that be, there were other things like helping his friend Amir, he would ask him later though, not right now. Max listened intently to what Amir was saying relaxing himself as he did, he was incredibly interested and while he himself had never had done a hard day's work in his life it was always something to watch someone at work trying to make a living. By the end of what was said Max frowned thinking to himself, he was sure there might be a better spot that he had seen the other day, or maybe he was just dreaming. One thing was for certain and that was that Max wanted to help out, instead of being Lazy, he wanted to know what it was like to actually do hard work and earn something. He would make sure everything went to Amir considering he was in need of this money more than Max was. "I'm sure you can sell a lot, this type of stuff is in short supply for the poor right ?" He asked this cautiously and curiously not wanting to offended Amir at all, from what he had seen the poor lacked just about everything, which was not fair when you had people like aristocrats that had a surplus of this stuff, did not share and did not even work as hard. "Well if e's not gonna move, we should find you a new spot, you don't mind me helpin you sell um right? I won't take any money you get them um." He smiled from ear to ear waiting for Amir's response he very much wanted to see Amir at work and help out himself, to actually do something rather than nothing. "Two heads better than one right?" He mentioned repeating a saying he had often heard.

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[amir]

Amir looked doubtfully over at Max. Then he flashed a smile and a nod. His brief doubt had only been caused by his memory of one of Max’s first times on the street. The lad had almost run his mouth to the wrong person. Namely the person who ran this area, Monsieur Thernadier. Oh aye life was barely fair here but still there was a strange sent of ... order in its own way. You paid your dues and all was well. That was all what mattered after all. Still, he wouldn’t be paying dues for Max, it sounded cruel but some days he struggled to make enough to cover the cut he was demanded to pay.

“It’s in short supply, but everything is,” he stated quietly. “Y’can help me sell on one count. If any of Monsieur Thernadiers men come af’er cut you’ve gotta pay your own way. If you get caught ‘elpin’ me I can’t cover for you and meself,” he added on. He didn’t want to sound so cut throat – he honestly didn’t but he had no choice in this matter, no matter how bad it made him feel. He was hunting, scouting for another spot to stand. He needed to set up soon to get any trade started. His eyes were anxious. “I don’t follow, I only have one head,” as ever language was a slight barrier. While his French had improved, there were still some points where his lack of understanding caused him to take a literal understanding like then. “An’ you only ‘av one head,” he added on looking at Max as if checking that he did indeed only have one head.

A grubby hand reached to push hair out of his face that was equally as grubby and matted as he found a spot to sell from. Not as good as his usual spot but better than nothing. Maybe he could even persuade Mr T. To take a smaller cut. After all someone standing on his normal patch to sell was hardly his fault. Quickly he slipped in that decoration not even checking to see Max’d follow slowly starting to set his rug up to sell off of, tiredly. He’d not slept well recently after all.

[maximiliennoelvier]

[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/33capw3.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Monsieur Thernadier, is everyone around here frightened of him?" Max thought to himself, he had never met the man himself but from what he had heard he did not want to, he did not seem like all that much of a nice or even an Honest man. That was Max's opinion, yet he had not seen the man in the flesh, just some of his gang, so maybe it was best not to judge him entirely until he met him. Something that he did hope would never actually happen. Having heard the talk about the man on the street, and by how these people talked his name and the run in with one of those gang members that time, he was very much resolved to want to never even be involved with the man. Something told Max though that one day he would end up meeting him, if so he would not really be that surprised to be honest not one bit. You could not go to long on the street without meeting someone such as him, Max was sure of it, one day it would happen and Max was not looking forward to it, he never would look forward to meeting him. Max understood why Amir was acting the way he was, He knew it would be dangerous for the both of them if Max was caught helping him and even more so for Amir, and Max agreed that it was best if Max could come up with a way to cover for himself instead of asking his friend to do it for him, plus it could easily get him in to trouble. He Would Rather Amir did not get into trouble just because a rich kid turned street kid wanted to help out and learn something. Learn something he might be able to do, in helping out he might be able to learn how to provide for himself on the street and make his own way as well. Something the young lad would need to know considering he had spent most of his young life as an aristocrat who need not actually work that hard, something that he very much hated. This would be his first time trying to actually attempt some hard work, well it was more sharing but still hard work."I understand, Don't worry I'll sort somethin out." He smiled confidently an idea in his mind though he was not sure if it would work but it was still there. He Smiled amused at Amir's misunderstanding of what he said, realizing he most likely should of said what he actually meant to try and avoid the confusion which had followed. He stopped himself from laughing not wanting to annoy Amir."Ah Sorry it's a sayin It mean's Two people can usually get the job done better than one," While this was not true all the time it was true at other times. He followed Amir as he found a spot and quickly glanced around, it looked like a good one while not the best of places they could still be seen at least. He noticed the tired look on Amir's face and smiled sadly."Are you all right?" He asked his friend concerned that he might not be well. (the meaning of the saying might of been changed a bit)

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