A Thief's Scars (Open)
Nov 24, 2019 14:43:34 GMT
Post by Ravenna on Nov 24, 2019 14:43:34 GMT
*Earlier that day.* Somewhere in Whitewater City, there is a dark and grimy jailhouse that houses several dangerous threats to both the Digital World and the Human World. Beyond cast iron doors in a cold cell sits a man clad in leather armor strapped to a chair. An armored guard carrying a tray walks down the empty hall to the cell on the end and opens the doors with a set of iron keys.
"It's grub time, skinny. Eat up, because that's all yer getting today." "I see. And how am I going to eat with my hands bound?" "You should of thought about that before you tried to steal the wing fruit." "Is that all you got on me? What about all the hearts I stole?"
The guard smashes the tray of mushy food into his face. "You are too dangerous to be allowed to roam freely. Get comfortable, because you are not getting out of this cell for a long time." The guard turns and heads to the door. As the guard is opening the door, the thief kicks the tray, wedging it underneath the door. "Nice try, asshole."
The guard bends over trying to remove the tray. Cassius slips off one of his shoes and unsheathes a small knife strapped to his ankle. He awkwardly raises his foot up, quickly grabs the knife and picks the locks around his wrists. He undoes the straps and gets up from the chair, quietly sneaking up on the guard. The thief raises the knife lick he is going to slice him. The guard removes the tray, then hears the thief and turns around. He was too late, as the thief delivers a swift kick below the belt, dropping the guard to the ground. The thief takes the keys with a wicked Glasgow smile.
"I must say, I've really outdone myself this time, ah ha ha ha." The thief goes to open the door, but then goes back to grab his shoe before exiting the cell. The other prisoners start hollering, demanding to be released. "Sorry, gentlemen, but I'm turning over a new leaf. It just wouldn't be right." A Piddomon starts moaning and whining. "My only crime was a crime against fashion!" "Good luck with that." The thief dashes off and continues his quest for freedom.
Moving forward a few hours, there's that place down the road where humans and 'mons gather for a fun night out on the town. The woman in black is going to one of the city's hottest night clubs. Ravenna is wearing a black jacket with a purple and black top underneath and black leggings. She walks through the door and heads over to the bar, passing by some snazzy Gazimon and Gatomon. A woman with brunette hair wearing a red dress rushes up to Ravenna and gives her a big hug.
"Raye! I'm so glad you made it. This place is hot tonight."
"Sherry! Glad you haven't started without me. Where are your glasses?"
"Oh, I'm wearing contacts. Well, actually only one. The other one fell in the toilet."
"Classy. So what have you been up to lately?"
"Well, I lost my job as a realtor. I kept hitting on clients. Let's see if we can find some fresh man meat tonight. Oh ya, come to Sherry, little fishies!"
It was a fun nightclub for sure, but it had its share of shady patrons. Ravenna had come here to enjoy herself, but the night is still young.
"It's grub time, skinny. Eat up, because that's all yer getting today." "I see. And how am I going to eat with my hands bound?" "You should of thought about that before you tried to steal the wing fruit." "Is that all you got on me? What about all the hearts I stole?"
The guard smashes the tray of mushy food into his face. "You are too dangerous to be allowed to roam freely. Get comfortable, because you are not getting out of this cell for a long time." The guard turns and heads to the door. As the guard is opening the door, the thief kicks the tray, wedging it underneath the door. "Nice try, asshole."
The guard bends over trying to remove the tray. Cassius slips off one of his shoes and unsheathes a small knife strapped to his ankle. He awkwardly raises his foot up, quickly grabs the knife and picks the locks around his wrists. He undoes the straps and gets up from the chair, quietly sneaking up on the guard. The thief raises the knife lick he is going to slice him. The guard removes the tray, then hears the thief and turns around. He was too late, as the thief delivers a swift kick below the belt, dropping the guard to the ground. The thief takes the keys with a wicked Glasgow smile.
"I must say, I've really outdone myself this time, ah ha ha ha." The thief goes to open the door, but then goes back to grab his shoe before exiting the cell. The other prisoners start hollering, demanding to be released. "Sorry, gentlemen, but I'm turning over a new leaf. It just wouldn't be right." A Piddomon starts moaning and whining. "My only crime was a crime against fashion!" "Good luck with that." The thief dashes off and continues his quest for freedom.
Moving forward a few hours, there's that place down the road where humans and 'mons gather for a fun night out on the town. The woman in black is going to one of the city's hottest night clubs. Ravenna is wearing a black jacket with a purple and black top underneath and black leggings. She walks through the door and heads over to the bar, passing by some snazzy Gazimon and Gatomon. A woman with brunette hair wearing a red dress rushes up to Ravenna and gives her a big hug.
"Raye! I'm so glad you made it. This place is hot tonight."
"Sherry! Glad you haven't started without me. Where are your glasses?"
"Oh, I'm wearing contacts. Well, actually only one. The other one fell in the toilet."
"Classy. So what have you been up to lately?"
"Well, I lost my job as a realtor. I kept hitting on clients. Let's see if we can find some fresh man meat tonight. Oh ya, come to Sherry, little fishies!"
It was a fun nightclub for sure, but it had its share of shady patrons. Ravenna had come here to enjoy herself, but the night is still young.