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Oct 21, 2018 12:40:01 GMT -5
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 tag notes -- | "You just never learn, do ya?" Marius sighed in clear frustration as he stared down at the larger male, flat on the ground before him. Crimson hair danced with the night city wind, golden eyes bearing down on the unfortunate thug that had thought to relieve Marius of his belongings. Alas, it had backfired against him, for Marius was no ordinary lost street rat. Fighting for his own survival in the underbelly of New Paris' alleys for almost a decade, he knew well enough how to fend for himself. Especially against one simple and undeniably foolish mugger. He had been slow. Too slow. Marius had easily overpowered him, bringing him down to the ground with a bleeding nose, and perhaps a fractured rib. It would have been worse, had the mugger not already fallen flat on the ground, unwilling to continue. Marius lowered himself to a squat, resting his forearms on his knees as he tilted his head. The male simply looked up at him, fear clear in the windows to his soul, drawing a scoff from Marius. He shook his head. "I've seen you around here before. You tried mugging that woman a few nights ago, didn't you? Didn't expect her to have a taser, huh?" Marius smirked softly as he reached into the inner pocket of his leather jacket. He pulled out a small cardboard box. Flicking it open, he pulled out one of the nicotine sticks within, and popped it between his lips. Pocketing the box, he stared back down at the mugger. "Guess one failure wasn't enough, and since I doubt this beating wouldn't deter you from making the same mistake again, I'll make you a promise. If I ever see you causing trouble around here again, or anywhere, for that matter, I won't let you off with just a broken nose. We clear?" he cocked his eyebrows, and the male nodded his head frantically, drawing a smile upon the fair Frenchman's face. He reached forward, patting his cheeks. "Good." Pulling himself back up on his feet with a soft groan, he took a step back, and turned away. "Now's your cue to run," was all he said, and he heard the male scamper onto his feet and away behind him. Another scoff, and he reached up with his right hand. Giving a snap of his fingers, he produced a flame that hovered just above his thumb, and used it to conveniently light the cigarette. Taking a deep inhale, he shook his hand and killed the flame. As he walked out of the alley, he pinched the cancer stick between his fingers, pulling it off and releasing a puff of smoke that danced up towards the night sky. New Paris, and even the old Paris, had always been a beautiful city at night, but even the most beautiful of roses had thorns. And Marius lived among them. "Hm?" he paused in his tracks, then, as the sound of approaching footsteps caught his ear. At this hour? Who else could be out here, in the notorious streets of the Louve, way past midnight?  |
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