a silent, stormy night {kap}
Jan 6, 2022 10:58:10 GMT -5
Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Jan 6, 2022 10:58:10 GMT -5
KryptoniteSilent steps lead him around the room as his eyes stare at the sky watching the sun set below the horizon. Night is the perfect time for crimes, at least in his mind, but Krypt also knows that he must remain careful. Through many evenings of observation, he's learned the routine of the peacekeepers patrols. Sometimes one may wander off individually, yet he still knows the careful timeframe he has in order to successfully complete the task at hand.
Cracking his knuckles, the young boy grabs his cloak from the closet. It's long and black, and it covers the entirety of his body except for his head, hands, and feet. Then he grabs his black hat and places it upon his head. He wore this hat when he was shot, and somehow he managed to survive. Of course district six has amazing hospitals as well as medical workers, and he gives them all the credit.
Then he sits and waits.
The night before, his bag was prepped, and now as he heads out the door, Krypt wraps his hands around it, and pulls it close. All he wants is a tiny item he can never afford, and he knows just the place to get it.
Back alleys become his best friend at the moment. These alleys are unlit, and it is easy to creep around without a care in the world. Wearing all black makes it near impossible for anyone to see him, yet as one alley comes to an end, he has to cross a main street to get to another. It is a bit spooky though as the wind gusts through picking up pieces of trash lying helplessly on the ground causing them to sweep through the air. His heart leaps into the back of this throat, and it takes a moment to calm himself down.
It's okay. It's just the wind.
He takes a deep breath as he looks left, then right, then back and forth trying to see exactly where the peacekeepers are. Sneaking around them isn't easy, and the timing is everything. Leaning against the wall, he watches a group on patrol march by, and when he doesn't see them anymore, he runs across the street into the next alley hoping none were straggling behind.
A smile spreads across his face because this is exactly where he wants to be. He runs forward only stopping when rats scurry across the ground, or the wind sweeps more trash into the air. When he reaches the door, Krypt pulls out his crow bar he stuffed into the bag the night before, and he starts prying at the door. It squeaks and moans, and he knows he only has a few moments before he gets caught.
But the door won't budge.
Come on. He wills himself to keep going, and he tries his best to make it work.
Then it clicks, and he tosses the crow bar back into his bag, and pulls out another tool. A smile spreads across his face.
Perfect.
He carefully opens the door and starts looking around.
But maybe this is too easy.
No, it will be okay.
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