Post by boy on Oct 30, 2008 17:53:15 GMT
OOC: I’m really looking for someone to adopt me, if you know what I mean. There are tonnes of children on here, in NPC form, but no actually members. I was wondering if anybody wanted a son?
Country: East-end of London, England
Current Time: 13:10, 10th October 1940
Weather Conditions: Sunny, Cold
IC: The street was busy on market day, considering the war was raging and many people had barely any money. Most of the them didn’t use money, they just traded money it was an amazing sight, seeing people bustling around, with all manner of good in their hands. But James really hoped he could make something today. There were still coppers and even the occasional silver being used, and it would only take a few second to reach into somebody’s pocket. And by the time they realised they had been robbed, he would be long gone. If he made two bob, he could get a amount of lemonade or ginger beer and a loaf of bread, which would keep him going for at least half a week.
James thought back to school, when they had read Oliver Twist as he moved through the bustling crowds. The Artful Dodger and all of Fagin’s boys made it look easy with practise. But James had never stolen anything in his life, well at least nothing somebody else had wanted. But the cops wouldn’t be too harsh on him, would they? If they caught him, they wouldn’t throw him in a borstal just for stealing two shillings. They couldn’t fine him, but what about an orphanage? Those were nasty places to end up, but James would just run away. And if they dragged him back there, he would just run away again, and again, and again. He could live on the streets. He’d done so for nearly two weeks, and it wasn’t impossible.
He was between two rows of stalls out in the open along the high street. People were battering at each one, trying to get the most with their small amounts of money. James began moving to one side, seeing if he could snatch the money out of someone’s hand. That would be the easiest thing to do. But then he saw something much more promising. There was a large butcher shouting out and calling people over, his stall packed with cuts of meat. But beside him was a large tin chocolate box where he was putting all the money. If James ‘accidentally’ bumped into it, he would send all the coins over the floor where he could snatch one up. He bet he was faster than that old butcher any day.
James looked around the crowd to see if there were any coppers. There weren’t any in site, but there were a few soldiers close by. It was hard to see though; James was small for his size, and he could barely see a few feet ahead of him through the mass of bodies. The soldiers might not do anything. They couldn’t really arrest him...? He kept going, and headed for the fat butcher. He broke into a run as he neared the stall, dodging in and out of the crowd, annoying some elderly people. He saw the tin and bashed into it, sending it flying. But it went the wrong way, towards the butcher and not the crowd. James pushed his way through a gap between the meat stall and the one next to it, as the butcher tried to catch his money, but failed. It spread across the pavement where James just dived for a silver. With protest from the butcher, he was off, running down behind the stalls. Glancing down at his hand, he saw it a half crown! Much more than he thought he would get. But his dream was shattered in an instant when he collided with a stall owner further up the pavement. He was sent head over heals, and bashed into a building wall. He fell to the ground, but he could still feel t he cold metal in his hand.
Country: East-end of London, England
Current Time: 13:10, 10th October 1940
Weather Conditions: Sunny, Cold
IC: The street was busy on market day, considering the war was raging and many people had barely any money. Most of the them didn’t use money, they just traded money it was an amazing sight, seeing people bustling around, with all manner of good in their hands. But James really hoped he could make something today. There were still coppers and even the occasional silver being used, and it would only take a few second to reach into somebody’s pocket. And by the time they realised they had been robbed, he would be long gone. If he made two bob, he could get a amount of lemonade or ginger beer and a loaf of bread, which would keep him going for at least half a week.
James thought back to school, when they had read Oliver Twist as he moved through the bustling crowds. The Artful Dodger and all of Fagin’s boys made it look easy with practise. But James had never stolen anything in his life, well at least nothing somebody else had wanted. But the cops wouldn’t be too harsh on him, would they? If they caught him, they wouldn’t throw him in a borstal just for stealing two shillings. They couldn’t fine him, but what about an orphanage? Those were nasty places to end up, but James would just run away. And if they dragged him back there, he would just run away again, and again, and again. He could live on the streets. He’d done so for nearly two weeks, and it wasn’t impossible.
He was between two rows of stalls out in the open along the high street. People were battering at each one, trying to get the most with their small amounts of money. James began moving to one side, seeing if he could snatch the money out of someone’s hand. That would be the easiest thing to do. But then he saw something much more promising. There was a large butcher shouting out and calling people over, his stall packed with cuts of meat. But beside him was a large tin chocolate box where he was putting all the money. If James ‘accidentally’ bumped into it, he would send all the coins over the floor where he could snatch one up. He bet he was faster than that old butcher any day.
James looked around the crowd to see if there were any coppers. There weren’t any in site, but there were a few soldiers close by. It was hard to see though; James was small for his size, and he could barely see a few feet ahead of him through the mass of bodies. The soldiers might not do anything. They couldn’t really arrest him...? He kept going, and headed for the fat butcher. He broke into a run as he neared the stall, dodging in and out of the crowd, annoying some elderly people. He saw the tin and bashed into it, sending it flying. But it went the wrong way, towards the butcher and not the crowd. James pushed his way through a gap between the meat stall and the one next to it, as the butcher tried to catch his money, but failed. It spread across the pavement where James just dived for a silver. With protest from the butcher, he was off, running down behind the stalls. Glancing down at his hand, he saw it a half crown! Much more than he thought he would get. But his dream was shattered in an instant when he collided with a stall owner further up the pavement. He was sent head over heals, and bashed into a building wall. He fell to the ground, but he could still feel t he cold metal in his hand.
