by Chickpea » Thu May 14, 2020 1:22 am
username: Chickpea
entering for: Joulie
name: Ark
pronouns: Female
hypocrite!:
Ark used to walk down the streets and be disgusted by the liars and conmen. She’d sneer and think of them as lower than herself. Ark had come from a rich family who were well known in her town in England. She wore fancy silk dresses and rode in the fanciest stagecoaches. She believed that morals and manners were above all else and that it would be better to die than to steal a loaf of bread.
She expressed this to her friend, the daughter of another wealthy Kalon in town, many times, “Look at those thieves” she’d complain while riding through the town, “they are so selfish.”
She never thought she’d be in any position like them, she was only 16 and already fabulously wealthy. However, one day while she was going out to purchase some fine cheeses, she was confronted by two robbers on a bridge.
“Hey there little lady, hand over yer money and we’ll leave you be.” One snarled and stomped.
The smaller one chuckled.
Ark refused, “No, I’d never give anything to common thieves!”
She was tackled by the larger thief, who snatched at her purse. She screeched, the force of the tackle sent her flying over the side of the bridge. She fell onto something and was knocked out.
When Ark awoke, she found her self on a boat being yelled at by a few crew members, “Ay, get off stowaway” they complained.
After she was forced of the boat she found she had been taken to a new place and her purse was gone. She found every Kalon was speaking French! She had been taken to France! Although she had taken some French lessons, she was unable to convince anyone to help her and no one had heard of her father. Her once beautiful dress was know torn and tattered, and she was alone. Back in England she’d had nannies and caretakers, but now she was all on her own.
Ark finally gave up and crawled behind some trash bins in an alley for the night. She cried herself to sleep.
Ark had to beg for food, she felt bad, but she needed the help. She was uncomfortable living in a gross alley, but someone would come get her right? She hoped and waited that her father would come get her, that she’d be found, but it never happened. The begging wasn’t enough, she knew for the first time what I’d felt like to be hungry. Ark gazed at a peddler’s bread cart, it was ok if she did it right? She needed food.
She grabbed a loaf and ran to the safety of an alley. No one had seen her. She held the warm loaf in her paws, it was the best thing she’d eaten in weeks, and it had been so easy. The baker wouldn’t even know.
This began to become a common occurrence for Ark, she’d snatch bread from a cart, slip coins of of some passerby’s pocket, or trick someone out of their groceries. Although through the months she was hardened by the ways of the streets, deep down Ark still resented thieves. She’d shed her old ways, her tattered old clothes (and love of frilly silk dresses along with it), her taste for fine cheeses, but this was something that stuck with her.
In her new life dresses only tripped her up and laws only weighed her down. Her paws became calloused from running on the cobblestone roads with no shoes to protect them. She, for someone who hated criminals, turned out to an amazing thief. Ark became notorious in France for her skills and swindles. She gained a following, a small gang of no-goods who worked with her. She became the go-to kal in town if you needed something stolen or someone tricked.
Even now at 28 years old Ark, a thief amongst thieves, cannot shake the resentment she has towards the common crook. As Ark now walks through the streets she wonders, why? Why does she resent these fools? Is it because they are doing something wrong? That was it originally, is it still? Ark is unsure. Perhaps it’s a lack of technique they have or a simple need to resent someone for her hardships. Ark doesn’t know.
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Chickpea on Sat May 16, 2020 6:37 pm, edited 7 times in total.