Post by amir on Feb 21, 2013 7:57:09 GMT -5
Amir was sat after the end of the sale at market day, sucking the blood off his finger as he sighed quickly carving a small bouquet of flowers and a few knife handles and putting them to a side. His brown eyes were anxious and deep circles fell underneath it. A bag of coins was secured inside a pocket out of the way, and finally he slipped away his blade that he’d been carving with. His eyes lit up as he spotted another member of the upperclass, or at least some wealthy person, could even be a student for all he cared, passing. He was quick to check if Javert was around before he stood up, ensuring he had all his possessions.
Hopefully he could top up his funds enough to make the cut that Louis insisted on, give money to the poor and still eat, rather than having to huddle under the fabric that served as a blanket hungry. His eyes were focused as he moved to walk alongside the student, actually more just one step behind head down, only his eyes scanning, looking for anything of wealth that he could cause to mysteriously appear in his hand. There, he was sure he’d seen the coin purse. Quietly he prayed for Allah to forgive him for what he would have to do, the prayer spoken only in his mind. One hand kept his grip on the blade, more than ready to chiv someone if he had to – not that he wanted to.
He needed the money, he needed food desperately, and he was hoping this was just another way Allah was providing. Maybe not the most usual but it was better than nothing right. His eyes were focused in desperation as he reached a hand out and relieve this person of their coin. They wouldn’t miss it surely. He didn’t even plan on keeping it all, just enough to cover the cut and food, and the rest he’d donate to the poor. He knew it was wrong, and he knew he was risking it, he knew a police inspector could walk by any moment, or a sergeant. But he had no choice. He hadn’t made as much money as he needed to cover the cut alone. He didn’t like to steal but... he winced as he heard the coins jingle. Too much noise. He needed to get out of here, now.
Hopefully he could top up his funds enough to make the cut that Louis insisted on, give money to the poor and still eat, rather than having to huddle under the fabric that served as a blanket hungry. His eyes were focused as he moved to walk alongside the student, actually more just one step behind head down, only his eyes scanning, looking for anything of wealth that he could cause to mysteriously appear in his hand. There, he was sure he’d seen the coin purse. Quietly he prayed for Allah to forgive him for what he would have to do, the prayer spoken only in his mind. One hand kept his grip on the blade, more than ready to chiv someone if he had to – not that he wanted to.
He needed the money, he needed food desperately, and he was hoping this was just another way Allah was providing. Maybe not the most usual but it was better than nothing right. His eyes were focused in desperation as he reached a hand out and relieve this person of their coin. They wouldn’t miss it surely. He didn’t even plan on keeping it all, just enough to cover the cut and food, and the rest he’d donate to the poor. He knew it was wrong, and he knew he was risking it, he knew a police inspector could walk by any moment, or a sergeant. But he had no choice. He hadn’t made as much money as he needed to cover the cut alone. He didn’t like to steal but... he winced as he heard the coins jingle. Too much noise. He needed to get out of here, now.