Skye Connan
Oct 14th, 2005, 06:31:51 AM
The market place, a spot where the common folk gather, shop, and celebrate. Today happened to be the biggest festival of the year. People came from all over the planet to listen to local music, eat, drink, and dance. All types of aliens would show up, from Bith’s to Ithorians. Small bands would play in the city square, as the day went on more people drifted in to watch. It was the best Skye could hope for, the more people the more pockets to pick.
The sun had just started setting making Skye’s crimson highlights shimmer in her nearly black hair. She sat on a permacrete wall, watching the different festival goers pass. She wore a dark chocolate brown skirt that extended just below her knees. Along with her skirt she wore a form fitting sand tan shirt. The neckline hugged her upper arms, leaving her shoulders bare. Two small slits were cut in the long sleeves of her shirt, which revealed slightly tanned skin. On her feet she was simple mahogany sandals with wheat white trim along the ankles. Her innocent smile and large hazel eyes hardly resembled the thief she was.
She couldn’t help but grin at a group of teenagers her age pass by her. They were alive with excitement, she could tell by the way they giggled and waved their newly purchased items at each other. One thing Skye knew all these people had in common, was credits. All of them had money to spare yet weren’t willing to give any away, Skye knew from experience.
Skye waited a while longer, during which the last few tourists came into the square for the final band of the evening. Smiling to herself, Skye picked up her bag and slid from her spot and into the awaiting crowd. Her strides were even and filled with confidence. Her elbow length hair flowed down her back and around her shoulders like silk. The music started and Skye spotted the group of teenagers from earlier. She slowly danced her way over to the group. There were three girls and the same number of boys, easy and unsuspecting. One girl had a bag similar to Skye’s. The music continued to get louder and the tempo increased, Skye was mere feet from the girl. Unexpectedly Skye was ‘bumped’ by a nearby partier causing her to collide with the teenage girl. Both girls fell on the ground as well as their bags. Quickly Skye scrambled to her feet and rushed to pick up both bag’s. The girls friends had helped her to her feet by the time Skye picked up the second bag.
“Oh my…I’m so so sorry. I was pushed. I didn’t mean, too.” Skye explained cowering slightly as she handed a bag to the girl. The girl snatched ‘her’ bag from Skye’s hand and glared.
“Well make sure it doesn’t happen again. Someone as superior as me shouldn’t be touched by you common folk.” Skye wanted to laugh but instead put on a look of fake admiration.
“Wow, I wish I was as lucky as you.” Her eye’s sparkling. The girl smirked.
“Doesn’t everybody? Now get out of my sight, wench.” Skye nodded and threw in a small curtsey for good measure before taking off through the crowd.
Pushing through what seemed to be endless dancing bodies; Skye was able to find the bar. Taking a seat, she smiled at herself then at the girl’s bag in her lap. Skye opened the bag and searched through it, she pulled out many cosmetic items(which she had no use for) and a few credit chips. Any further searching was delayed but a shriek.
“THAT PEASENT STOLE MY BAG!!” More shouts started to rise from the teenagers group. Skye stood to run.
“THERE SHE IS!!” The hysterical voice of the girl pierced Skye’s ears. With that she ran, right out of the square.
Skye had made mistakes before but none like this, she wore the most unreasonable clothing in order to run and she didn’t get far enough away from the square before checking out the bag. Now she was forced to run, but where she didn’t know. Skye could hear the girl screaming at the guards to find ‘the wench’ that stole her bag, but her friends already found her.
“THERE!” One of the other girls yelled as she pointed at Skye’s running figure. Skye disappeared behind a building, trying to speed up, with no luck. She could hear the girls screams were joined by the guard’s shouts. Skye stumbled and almost fell, her skirt once again catching on her knees. The footsteps behind her grew louder and faster. She couldn’t afford to go to prison again. As she ran hope drained out of her... Force, help me.” she screamed mentally.
Just after, she found herself being jerked into a darkened alleyway between to permacrete buildings. She was slammed against a wall with such force that she cried out. A hand silenced her and by the sound of it the guards were just passing. Skye stared strait ahead at the darkened figure in front of her, she couldn’t see its face in the darkness but of some reason she felt no fear. The hand gently fell away from Skye’s mouth and she continued to stare at the darkened figure in front of her.
The sun had just started setting making Skye’s crimson highlights shimmer in her nearly black hair. She sat on a permacrete wall, watching the different festival goers pass. She wore a dark chocolate brown skirt that extended just below her knees. Along with her skirt she wore a form fitting sand tan shirt. The neckline hugged her upper arms, leaving her shoulders bare. Two small slits were cut in the long sleeves of her shirt, which revealed slightly tanned skin. On her feet she was simple mahogany sandals with wheat white trim along the ankles. Her innocent smile and large hazel eyes hardly resembled the thief she was.
She couldn’t help but grin at a group of teenagers her age pass by her. They were alive with excitement, she could tell by the way they giggled and waved their newly purchased items at each other. One thing Skye knew all these people had in common, was credits. All of them had money to spare yet weren’t willing to give any away, Skye knew from experience.
Skye waited a while longer, during which the last few tourists came into the square for the final band of the evening. Smiling to herself, Skye picked up her bag and slid from her spot and into the awaiting crowd. Her strides were even and filled with confidence. Her elbow length hair flowed down her back and around her shoulders like silk. The music started and Skye spotted the group of teenagers from earlier. She slowly danced her way over to the group. There were three girls and the same number of boys, easy and unsuspecting. One girl had a bag similar to Skye’s. The music continued to get louder and the tempo increased, Skye was mere feet from the girl. Unexpectedly Skye was ‘bumped’ by a nearby partier causing her to collide with the teenage girl. Both girls fell on the ground as well as their bags. Quickly Skye scrambled to her feet and rushed to pick up both bag’s. The girls friends had helped her to her feet by the time Skye picked up the second bag.
“Oh my…I’m so so sorry. I was pushed. I didn’t mean, too.” Skye explained cowering slightly as she handed a bag to the girl. The girl snatched ‘her’ bag from Skye’s hand and glared.
“Well make sure it doesn’t happen again. Someone as superior as me shouldn’t be touched by you common folk.” Skye wanted to laugh but instead put on a look of fake admiration.
“Wow, I wish I was as lucky as you.” Her eye’s sparkling. The girl smirked.
“Doesn’t everybody? Now get out of my sight, wench.” Skye nodded and threw in a small curtsey for good measure before taking off through the crowd.
Pushing through what seemed to be endless dancing bodies; Skye was able to find the bar. Taking a seat, she smiled at herself then at the girl’s bag in her lap. Skye opened the bag and searched through it, she pulled out many cosmetic items(which she had no use for) and a few credit chips. Any further searching was delayed but a shriek.
“THAT PEASENT STOLE MY BAG!!” More shouts started to rise from the teenagers group. Skye stood to run.
“THERE SHE IS!!” The hysterical voice of the girl pierced Skye’s ears. With that she ran, right out of the square.
Skye had made mistakes before but none like this, she wore the most unreasonable clothing in order to run and she didn’t get far enough away from the square before checking out the bag. Now she was forced to run, but where she didn’t know. Skye could hear the girl screaming at the guards to find ‘the wench’ that stole her bag, but her friends already found her.
“THERE!” One of the other girls yelled as she pointed at Skye’s running figure. Skye disappeared behind a building, trying to speed up, with no luck. She could hear the girls screams were joined by the guard’s shouts. Skye stumbled and almost fell, her skirt once again catching on her knees. The footsteps behind her grew louder and faster. She couldn’t afford to go to prison again. As she ran hope drained out of her... Force, help me.” she screamed mentally.
Just after, she found herself being jerked into a darkened alleyway between to permacrete buildings. She was slammed against a wall with such force that she cried out. A hand silenced her and by the sound of it the guards were just passing. Skye stared strait ahead at the darkened figure in front of her, she couldn’t see its face in the darkness but of some reason she felt no fear. The hand gently fell away from Skye’s mouth and she continued to stare at the darkened figure in front of her.