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psychoshenanigans2019-09-26 07:22 am
leavethenest) wrote in psychoshenanigans2019-09-26 07:22 am
Entry tags:
For Guin // Street Urchins
Ah, another day in a strange new world! Brought here by some unknown force for some unknown reason, everyone is still adjusting to the idea of being somewhere that isn't home--or wherever they were before.
The town they have been brought to has no name. It's a strange place, a sprawling mix of old, rustic aesthetics and modern, mechanical automatons. Quaint one or two-story boutiques and bakeries line the streets surrounding the main square, but a strange clockwork servant walks past them on its way to fulfill whatever tasks their master has given them. Two villagers browse handmade wares in brightly-colored market stalls, but one of them checks what looks like an astrolabe every twenty minutes or so.
Overall, it seems like a quiet, charming little world... But no world is without trouble.
This morning, trouble comes in the form of a small, pale boy skittering away from the sound of yelling behind him. He squeezes between some crates and nearly stumbles on a storm drain in his hurry, darting into a crowd and then out of it again to try and get away. A couple of people look up to see what the ruckus is about, until they catch what the men in pursuit are yelling.
"Stop, thief!" There are two of them. "Get back here!"
The boy makes the mistake of glancing back as he rounds a corner... Which means he doesn't see the person turning the corner from the other direction, and nearly slams into them head-first with a startled yelp.
The town they have been brought to has no name. It's a strange place, a sprawling mix of old, rustic aesthetics and modern, mechanical automatons. Quaint one or two-story boutiques and bakeries line the streets surrounding the main square, but a strange clockwork servant walks past them on its way to fulfill whatever tasks their master has given them. Two villagers browse handmade wares in brightly-colored market stalls, but one of them checks what looks like an astrolabe every twenty minutes or so.
Overall, it seems like a quiet, charming little world... But no world is without trouble.
This morning, trouble comes in the form of a small, pale boy skittering away from the sound of yelling behind him. He squeezes between some crates and nearly stumbles on a storm drain in his hurry, darting into a crowd and then out of it again to try and get away. A couple of people look up to see what the ruckus is about, until they catch what the men in pursuit are yelling.
"Stop, thief!" There are two of them. "Get back here!"
The boy makes the mistake of glancing back as he rounds a corner... Which means he doesn't see the person turning the corner from the other direction, and nearly slams into them head-first with a startled yelp.