Post by infusion on Aug 10, 2008 13:30:55 GMT -5
A world that has forgotten it's past is doomed to repeat it's mistakes
The city was bustling as Reploids got on with they're daily business but not even the sound of vehicular horns could drown out the sound that was about to be unleashed "STOP! THIEEEEEF!" an old female reploid screeched after a rather large pick pocket, hurling her handbag at him which grazed the side of his head and left a large dent in a Lamp post. The large reploid kept running turning off into a back alley didn't stop in fear that the old femme might be catching up to him.
A figure wrapped in a ragged red cloak watched the events from atop of an apartment building his eyes following the large reploid behind his visor. None of his feature's could really be seen within the cloak aside his red feet poking out from the bottom and a piece of yellow clothe that waved freely in the wind. The figure began hopping building to building following the fleeing criminal.
After awhile of running and looking back behind him the large bulky reploid decided it was safe to stop and rest. Sitting down at the corner of a wall to hide himself and so he could keep watch of anyone coming he took out the loot "Awright! daaarl'n will be pleased" he had snatched a number of jewels and a pair of earrings which he almost got away with snatching without being noticed. He put the loot in a pocket, pulled out a flask, unscrewed it and drank from it "Ahhh that always-" he stopped mid-sentence as his ears picked up the mystical tunes of someone or something whistling.
Out from the shadows came the cloaked figure brandishing a red buster like weapon, the whistling continuing to dance off his lips as he walked calmly towards the reploid. The blue tin head reploid laughed at the figure as he got back to his feet showing there size difference, the reploid was roughly twice the size of him “Kinda small to be out here playing hero kid, go back to your mammy she must be worried sick” his words did not succeed in agitating a response out of the eerie figure who just kept whistling as he grew closer and closer causing the large reploid to sweat drop a little out of uncertainty.
“I’m warning you! Get any closer and I’ll bash ya brains out!” he snarled putting up his fists.
The city was bustling as Reploids got on with they're daily business but not even the sound of vehicular horns could drown out the sound that was about to be unleashed "STOP! THIEEEEEF!" an old female reploid screeched after a rather large pick pocket, hurling her handbag at him which grazed the side of his head and left a large dent in a Lamp post. The large reploid kept running turning off into a back alley didn't stop in fear that the old femme might be catching up to him.
A figure wrapped in a ragged red cloak watched the events from atop of an apartment building his eyes following the large reploid behind his visor. None of his feature's could really be seen within the cloak aside his red feet poking out from the bottom and a piece of yellow clothe that waved freely in the wind. The figure began hopping building to building following the fleeing criminal.
After awhile of running and looking back behind him the large bulky reploid decided it was safe to stop and rest. Sitting down at the corner of a wall to hide himself and so he could keep watch of anyone coming he took out the loot "Awright! daaarl'n will be pleased" he had snatched a number of jewels and a pair of earrings which he almost got away with snatching without being noticed. He put the loot in a pocket, pulled out a flask, unscrewed it and drank from it "Ahhh that always-" he stopped mid-sentence as his ears picked up the mystical tunes of someone or something whistling.
Out from the shadows came the cloaked figure brandishing a red buster like weapon, the whistling continuing to dance off his lips as he walked calmly towards the reploid. The blue tin head reploid laughed at the figure as he got back to his feet showing there size difference, the reploid was roughly twice the size of him “Kinda small to be out here playing hero kid, go back to your mammy she must be worried sick” his words did not succeed in agitating a response out of the eerie figure who just kept whistling as he grew closer and closer causing the large reploid to sweat drop a little out of uncertainty.
“I’m warning you! Get any closer and I’ll bash ya brains out!” he snarled putting up his fists.