2 Cinth

A small figure was running across the broken, and at times breaking, rooftops of the old residential district, the city 00 superimposed behind him, giving a back light of millions of lights, soaring columns of glass and silver, and shimmering streets of obsidian that shone like a rainbow as the lights casted down upon it.

But, even with such an awe-inspiring sight right next to him, Hyacinth kept moving, all but immune to the dazzling sight as he only gave a glance, and looked away. Instead, he looked in the opposite direction, into the slightly blue night sky, the "stars" he heard about as a child smothered from light pollution.

He nodded his head in respect to it, before turning away and sprinting, climbing, and leaping his way to the place he made his own: an abandoned, metal water container that had a little "futon" on the floor, with a sol-light and stolen knickknacks, gadgets, and parts that he'd tinker with during his free time. It wasn't much compared to the skyscrapers that towered outside of his humble abode, but it was his, and that was enough for him.

From his bag—a rare and priceless pilfered artifact that he'd swiped from a dead Players body—came a lump of pure, unrefined silver coin, an old porcelain jar, and an Ethelium Crystal. He wasn't sure how they procured them, but he was nonetheless grateful that they'd allowed for him to purloin such fine treasures.

A broad smirk stretched across his impish face as he recalled the events of the night—and adults thought themselves to be so smart...

However, before he let it get to his head, he quickly began checking all of the items using an appraisal tool that a retired teacher had given him, unusually wide, colorful eyes searching for any hint of a tracker or foreign substance that would help the Turfs to find and kill him.

He really didn't want to move when he'd finally gotten a good enough haul to complete his plan.

'If I go to the right people, then maybe...'

He brushed aside his hopes, choosing a more realistic perspective instead, for the sake of readying for the worst case scenario; so say he manages to go to the Inner District—what then?

Security's tighter there than it is here, and with his lack of knowledge of the terrain, he was at a severe disadvantage, even for a skilled thief like him. So, he needed a few more decent hauls to cover both the entrance and registration fee, as well as enough money to procure items and food—legally, of course.

Hyacinth frowned and studied the materials one last time; thankfully, there wasn't any signs of trackers on them, but to be safe, he needed to put it into the Player bag—a thing he recalled to be an "Inventory", whatever that was.

Aside from unlimited space, it also was separated from the outside world, so tracking can't be registered. Looking back, the twelve-year old still wasn't sure how he'd managed to get it, but hey, items were items, even when the previous owner is six feet under.

Yawning, Hyacinth took off his sticky clothes, washed them with some water—a drain was connected to the tower, and with a little redirection, boom! running water—before washing himself, then, he pulled out his "night clothes" and slinked off to his "futon" after he hung his clothes to dry.

Tired, multi-hued eyes stared at the black roof of the water tower, and with the thought that maybe the holes that peeked through the metal was what stars were like, they fluttered shut, and soon, the gentle sound of breathing was all that could be heard.

He would get out of here, soon.

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