s t r u m m i n g {Cass;blitz}

Saturn had royally pissed him off, he'd ditched on their training session that morning, leaving Opius to sit on that roof for two hours wondering where the fuck he was. He growled, feet moving of their own accord as he leapt from roof to roof. District Three had its few uses, one of those definitely being over-population, which led to a lot of buildings, making it much easier for the rebel gang to traverse without being spotted. He was she shit stirrer of the entire group, the youngest, but not by much, but still he was often looked down upon -it probably had a lot to do with his reckless actions, generally leading to his capture, but all the same Saturn was supposed to be his teacher, his guide. You didn't just ditch.

If Saturn was going to dump his responsibilities in the rubbish then Opius would follow suit. He needed to vent his anger, he needed to make Saturn regret it, besides what better way to get on the authorities bad side then to steal from its citizens? There was nothing harmful about a little game. Leaping from the building and onto the ground he slipped into the string of people some would call a crowd, eyes glued to the case strung across a boys back.

Saturn was going to regret this day, as soon as news of his soon to be escapade reached the rebel group. He was positive he would get an ass kicking himself for his actions, but at least he could also watch Saturn get the shit knocked out of him as the big boss scolded him for ditching his young student. It'd be worth it, seeing the that snotty smirk get whacked off Saturn's face, so much for being like brothers.

He couldn't suppress the grin that formed on his lips as he slipped past another bunch of people. His anger quickly faded, to be quickly replaced by excitement as he settled on the task before him. He loved to piss of the Peacekeepers, as much as he liked to annoy other members of the district. It was a great way to pass the time on a slow day -or like days like today, when your boss ditched on you. Combing a hand quickly through his hair he winked at a young lady that walked by him, before dashing forwards until he walked right behind the young gentleman with the guitar strapped to his back. With a devious grin he reached forwards, tapping a pale hand on the boys shoulder, not waiting for him to turn, he swung his fist the opposite way, aiming for the young guys chin. Saturn would have scolded him straight away, had this been a training scenario, he was far too reckless. But then Opius Holmes had never been one for tactics. He just got the job done.

He stopped backwards, as the guy growled, for a moment he was shocked, the reaction to his punch was as though it had been little more then a tap to his cheek. That was unfair, he'd hit with a lot more then with the intention to barely graze his skin. His gaze darkened and he glared at the young guy, it seems he had a[air of balls on him after all. And buy the way he took up his stance, sloppy because of his want to protect his case, Opius was certain that there was, indeed, something of value there. So his glare dropped, his grinning widening in its place, he'd certainly picked out the right person to mess with.

"I want your case." He said, "Now, if you give it to me, there won't be any problems." Saturn had always said that the best way to get what you wanted was just to ask. Sometimes he gave out decent above, why not try it now? This seemed like the perfect situation to be a gentleman.