If I'm A Bad Person(Open,Lute?)

[Xiaoli Lien]

Where's your gavel? your jury?

What's my OFFENSE this time?

Sighing Zhilan sat herself lightly on the dock, a new city a different day. The sun had started setting and people crowded into the busy tavern though she hardly thought you wanted to go and deal with drunken idiots. So for now she kept herself outside with the nice open air. Running her hands threw her red hair lightly her feet dangled on the edge of the dock. Life was so boring for her at least it had come to some sort of stand still and she was just sort of left there. No matter it was good to feel the last bit of sunshine on her skin.

Shutting her eyes though it was the last bit of sunlight she felt on her skin before Zhilan would force herself to go back into the building, sitting herself lightly in a chair. Her hair rested over one of her shoulders as the bright red locks hung around her, moving slightly with the lightest touch of wind. A book sat in front of her and lightly her eyes scanned the pages, as people walked by she never dared to utter a word. Ignoring them for her own sake, so that she could stay in her own little world. Looking at a few of the people around her if only for a moment her eyes went back to the book.

Fingers linked together on her lap, soon though she heard a voice as a waitress stood in front of her "oh just tea thank you" her voice was soft. With that the women walked away a big perplexed by the fact that the girl seemed not to want anything else but that. Alchol was something that she had noticed always messed with the crew of her fathers ship so maybe that was why she never wanted to touch it. For her own personal safety, plus they had a tendency to tell people secrets and Zhilan tried to avoid ever saying any of her secrets.

For once she was allowed to be on her own, without anyone watching over her like some sort of dog. Freedom was something she enjoyed even if her fathers crew was in the bar drinking and doing whatever they liked with each other it never mattered to her. Zhilan never got to know any of them well about the only ones that she got to know where the ones that shoved themselves into her life and maybe that was a good thing. Without them shoving their ways in Zhilan was realitively certain that no one would probably be all that close to her. It was just how it all worked.

[Lute Saika]

Things were going slow. Actually, to say that would be an exaggeration. Things were stagnant. Not only was Lute out of a steady stream of revenue, he also seemed to be finding less and less to occupy his time with. This is how Lute found himself wondering the streets of Pingyuan. It wasn’t exactly his favorite type of area to be in, mixing with the lower caste, but it wasn’t entirely for nothing. While Lute might not exactly pride himself on being a thief, he found that he could make much better use of other people’s money. So, Lute would find himself spending his endless supply of hours following around a simple minded peasant before swiping their pouch of coins. It really wasn’t all that horrible of a profession compared to how he used to earn a pay check.

So, that is the story that brought Lute into a small, seedy bar-like area. He took a cautionary step inside the, half sure that the floor would break open with each step. As soon as he tested his full weight on the planks he moved himself further inside. The room was poorly lit and reeked of alcohol. While Lute wasn’t entirely opposed to such binging, the smell was rather appalling to someone who was used to fresh air. The man slowly made his way across the room, scanning each person as he passed them. It wasn’t before long before he noticed a younger woman sitting alone at a table; she stood out mostly due to the red locks that graciously rolled down her shoulder. Well, that and that she was in such a place reading a book of all things. She certainly was a strange one, but there was a lot of good in that for what Lute had planned.

While Lute was not sexist, he knew women to be less aggressive than men. Also, she was reading a book, which meant her attention was probably on the story or the theory she was absorbing. So it appeared that she really was an easy mark. A small, playful grin grew on Lute’s face as he slightly quickened his pace. He eyed her figure for a moment, attempting to find exactly where she might be stashing her coin. From the look on the waitress’s face, it seemed the girl had not ordered a thing. Either that or she made some sort of strange comment. With that, Lute decided it would probably be a waste of time to see if she brought something out so he could locate her coin purse. Instead, he simply made his way towards her.

As soon as he was passing her by, the man casually bumped into Zhilan; his right hand casually rubbed against her waist as he felt for where she kept her money. A small, disappointed frown appeared on his face for a moment before he started to play off the incident. “Excuse me miss!” He yelped in an almost irritated manner. “I would kindly ask that you refrain from running into people in the future if you would be so kind.” He let out a quick breath of air from his nose as he started down at the girl with a raised eyebrow. It was apparent that he was waiting for an apology from the girl. In reality it seemed to be a rather convincing way to play off his attempted robbery.