Taking Risks...

[Icy]

(Gonna start a roleplay from another site, thought it may be fun )

Based in Elizebethan times, a very fancy ball is going on the a City Palace, and it is filled with the wealthy and high authority.

Name : Matthew Harding
Age : 22
Gender : Male
Description : A petty thief and peasant, Matthew has dark, tousled hair and brown eyes. He lives with two friends in a decrepid building on a very bad side of town. He makes his way by stealing from whomever he can, but lately he has been getting mixed up with the wrong crowd....


"Come on Matt, it'll be easy!" Daniel said, twisting a knife in his hands. He looked at Matt hard.

"I don't know....I mean, I've only ever stolen from shops and houses....to steal from a Palace is a bit different!" Matt replied, sitting on a barrel.

Daniel sighed, and shook his blonde head. "I don't see why not....theres a banquet on the same time we're planning this...NO ONE will be near the bedrooms until very late. Its the perfect oppurtunity!"

Matt sighed. Steal from a Palace? Surely this was suicide?

[Broken Angel]

Name: Charlotte Harrison
Age: 19
Description:
Bio: Charlotte is one of the younger people who is going to the City Palace for the ball. Her family are extremely wealthy, but she just wishes she wasn't there. She hates the people that always go to those things and spend most of the night sitting alone in one of the bedrooms. She can't stand her parents but has to put up with them otherwise she'd be out on the streets with no one to turn to.

Name: Paul Dickson
Age: 22
Description:
Bio: Paul is one of Matthew's friends. He's always strapped for cash. Paul usually steals either for need or just the rush. When he hears about stealing from a Palace, he's in. He doesn't care if he gets caught. The rush would be enough for him.

[Icy]

Matt sighed, kicking the ground with his boots.  The barrel he sat on creaked slightly as he moved. 

"Well...alright then.  Is Paul meeting us here?"  he asked, wanting as many people as he could helping in this stupid plan.

"Yeah, well I'm sure he said he'd come with us." Daniel replied, sliding the knife he held into a sheath at his hip.

[Broken Angel]

*Paul ran down the alley were Daniel and Matt were sitting. A huge grin on his face and a bag of a few coins in hand*
Hello ladies
*Paul slipped the bag of coins in his pocket and leant up against the wall. The grin on his face was obviously the rush that he just got from straling from a rather attractive young lady. The coins he would save for later if he needed to buy something*
Anyone else coming?

[Icy]

(BUMP!  No one else joined   I shall try again!)

Matthew rolled his eyes at Paul, but grinned.  Daniel slapped Paul on the shoulder in a friendly way, and laughed.  "Anyone else!?  And make us share the goods out more?  No, everything we still is ours!" he said, he eyes glinting. 

Matt shoved his hands into his pockets, and shrugged his shoulders.  "Well...shall we get started?"

[Broken Angel]

[Hopefully some one else will join now]

Paul looked at Daniel and rolled his eyes. He then looked at Matt and smiled. "Let's do this thing."

[Icy]

Daniel led the way, through the darkened streets, towards the Palace, a beacon of light in an otherwise shadow-filled night.  In the distance, the three men could see carriages rolling through the Palace gates.  Horses dressed elegantly, feathers coming from their heads, and gold and silver harneses. 

Matt followed Daniel, his shoulders hunched.  He wasn't sure about this...

[Broken Angel]

Paul followed behind Daniel, along side Matt. He looked at him. He wondered what was up and shrugged to himself. He smirked as he looked up at the Palace. Paul looked up at Daniel. "So what's the plan?"

[Icy]

Daniel didn't turn to look at Paul, just talked as he strode on.  "We sneak in by the Bedchambers of the rich folks.  They are probably the furthest away from the activity, plus they richy's keep their expensive jewelry near their bedsides." he chuckled.  "Well, it'lll soon be ours."

Matt glanced sideways at Paul and rolled his eyes, miming the word "Mad" at his friend.

[Broken Angel]

Paul chuckled slightly. "Mad? It's stroke of genius my dear friend." Paul looked away and out back at the Palace. It was pretty impressive. He watched the people and how they seemed to copy eachother amused him slightly. He got a little caught up in his gazing and didn't notice when Daniel and Matthew started to sneak towards the Palace.

[Icy]

Daniel turned and motioned his hand downwards to say 'Get Down'.  He crouched low, walking quickly but silently towards the Palace fences.  They were tall, mean looking things, topped with spikes to put off unwelcome intruders.  Daniel, however, was not put off.  Stopping when he reached the fence, he looked at his friends.  "There is a hole dug underneath the fence somewhere along here, dog's and cats use it to get at the Palace chickens, and it's bigger than ever now.  Once you find it, give one low whistle, and we'll all get through it."  he said, and began searching for this hole.

Matt looked at Paul, "AFter you." he said, faking a bow to his friend.

[Broken Angel]

Paul nodded at Matt and walked along, looking for the hole. He was crouched as he walked and tried to find it. He stumbled upon it by accident when he nearly fell in to it. He then gave a low whistle and waited for the others.

[Icy]

Daniel and Matt turned quickly and scuttled over to Paul.  Daniel nodded, and slipped under the fencing easily.  They were getting closer by the second....

Matt followed his friend under.  He struggled through, his shirt ripping slightly on the back where he caught it on the fence.  Wriggling free, he appeared on the other side, puffing slightly.  "That wasn't fun" he muttered.

[Broken Angel]

Paul slid through the gap and appeared on the other side. He looked at Matt and rolled his eyes as he complained. He looked around. "What way now?" he whispered.

[Icy]

Daniel furrowed his brow in thought, "We split up, that way we can get in and get out quicker, get more rooms, and would be more likely to get away." he said. 

"I'll go to those rooms to the left." he point towards the darkened rooms to their left, huge balconies and windows looking very intimidating.  "Paul, you go to those to the front of us, and Matt, go to the ones on the right."  he whispered, pointing them out. 

"When we're done, we meet back at the den, agreed?"

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