"THIEF!"
"HE'S A THIEF! STOP HIM!"
Three burly men chased the padawan through a packed merchant street. Crowds of people formed around the stalls that lined every inch of the street, the air smoggy from barbecue and cigarras, while local music echoed down the entire lane. Lucian would admit to himself that this time he may have bitten off more than he could chew. Once again, he snuck out of the Starlight Beacon, the process being rather mundane for him and all the more enticing for it to happen again. Even with the gardens and temple there, all he saw again and again were white walls, and it drove him crazy, at least until he snuck out.
Lucian speared through the crowds as he tried to use his hands to prevent any serious damage by tackling someone. The occasional curse or insult was thrown at him, but he only shouted out, "Sorry!" as he sprinted past. When he came across a clump of people too thick, he deviated and angled right, specifically right into the table. Reacting quickly, he dropped to the ground and slid under it, the pants of his outfit preventing any burns. The people sitting at the table quickly pushed their chairs out of the way to not be hit, conveniently clearing the way for him underneath.
Right when he passed the table, though, he found that he was about to slide right into another one hosting a family. Thinking quickly again, Lucian opened his palm against the ground and produced a quick application of the force to propel him up. To everyone around him, it simply appeared as if he made an incredible leap to land on top of the table, plates and food scattering everywhere.
Lucian balanced himself on top of the table before he spun on his heel to face the three men still pushing through the crowd. Both his arms spread wide as he said in a pseudo-shocked tone, "Come on, boys! The sign said, "Take a sample'!" In one of his hands would be a massive turkey leg that he had snatched from a stall. Before he could explain any further, he had to suddenly duck as a kitchen knife soared right past his head and stuck into one of the nearby signs. Lucian hopped off the table quickly and began to run again, with the family pelting him with food until he turned the corner.
The padawan ran down a new street that was still part of the market, as stalls had sprouted up everywhere. There was a small break in the crowd ahead, and he took the chance to glance behind him to see where his pursuers were—a rookie mistake. Not even able to stop or cushion himself in the slightest, he wholly slammed into someone and toppled over into the road, his vision spinning in circles as he tumbled. Lucian completely lost the location of his turkey leg as well.
When he finally came to a stop, dirt and scuff marks covering his clothes, he spun around to see the woman he had trucked. Completely forgetting about the men, he slid over to the girl before asking and helping up, "You okay?!"
@GABA
"HE'S A THIEF! STOP HIM!"
Three burly men chased the padawan through a packed merchant street. Crowds of people formed around the stalls that lined every inch of the street, the air smoggy from barbecue and cigarras, while local music echoed down the entire lane. Lucian would admit to himself that this time he may have bitten off more than he could chew. Once again, he snuck out of the Starlight Beacon, the process being rather mundane for him and all the more enticing for it to happen again. Even with the gardens and temple there, all he saw again and again were white walls, and it drove him crazy, at least until he snuck out.
Lucian speared through the crowds as he tried to use his hands to prevent any serious damage by tackling someone. The occasional curse or insult was thrown at him, but he only shouted out, "Sorry!" as he sprinted past. When he came across a clump of people too thick, he deviated and angled right, specifically right into the table. Reacting quickly, he dropped to the ground and slid under it, the pants of his outfit preventing any burns. The people sitting at the table quickly pushed their chairs out of the way to not be hit, conveniently clearing the way for him underneath.
Right when he passed the table, though, he found that he was about to slide right into another one hosting a family. Thinking quickly again, Lucian opened his palm against the ground and produced a quick application of the force to propel him up. To everyone around him, it simply appeared as if he made an incredible leap to land on top of the table, plates and food scattering everywhere.
Lucian balanced himself on top of the table before he spun on his heel to face the three men still pushing through the crowd. Both his arms spread wide as he said in a pseudo-shocked tone, "Come on, boys! The sign said, "Take a sample'!" In one of his hands would be a massive turkey leg that he had snatched from a stall. Before he could explain any further, he had to suddenly duck as a kitchen knife soared right past his head and stuck into one of the nearby signs. Lucian hopped off the table quickly and began to run again, with the family pelting him with food until he turned the corner.
The padawan ran down a new street that was still part of the market, as stalls had sprouted up everywhere. There was a small break in the crowd ahead, and he took the chance to glance behind him to see where his pursuers were—a rookie mistake. Not even able to stop or cushion himself in the slightest, he wholly slammed into someone and toppled over into the road, his vision spinning in circles as he tumbled. Lucian completely lost the location of his turkey leg as well.
When he finally came to a stop, dirt and scuff marks covering his clothes, he spun around to see the woman he had trucked. Completely forgetting about the men, he slid over to the girl before asking and helping up, "You okay?!"
@GABA
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