DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
(1x1 RP between myself and TiredWriter)
After waking up, Clinton had them off on an unexpected mission to make a little more money to support them for at least another month or so. It would have been better than nothing. They were running out of food, and the only thing that mattered to Clinton was making sure that his little brother was fed, clean, dressed, and had a bed to get into at night. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let his younger brother's life turn to nothing.
It was only about five o'clock when Clinton got them both up - they could be in and out of a place in twenty minutes or so, and seeing as stores didn't open until around seven, they'd have enough time to get what they needed. They didn't ever steal more than what was necessary - they took what they needed and made sure that there was still enough left for the store owners and workers. They weren't selfish, just needy. They were desperate, and with every passing month, things seemed to be becoming more of a struggle.
The easiest place to check was Belethor's General Goods - There was going to be enough money there, and they may have even been able to sneak out some breakfast - it might have been something light, like a couple of apples. It was still better than going hungry; using the back entrance, Clinton carefully and slowly picked the lock until he heard the satisfying click of the lock's mechanisms coming loose. The door creaked open, and he looked at Clayton and smiled. He forced a smile back, but he wasn't happy about any of this - he was too young to understand why they had to steal, and he only viewed it as something that was bad. Clinton didn't like doing it, either, but he'd stop the world from turning if it was for his brother.
When they got inside, it was a quaint and currently cold little store, just like it had always been. It was sad, in some ways - they sometimes came in here to speak to Belethor when he was working his shifts, and he didn't know that the two friendly orphan boys were the reasons that he was missing coin from his ledgers, and food from his barrels. He didn't suspect them one bit, and that was the saddest part of it. There was a little chest under the counter in the store that held several bags of gold, each one had '250' scribbled on them with charcoal. With a sigh, Clinton took one bag and handed it off to Clayton.
".. Tuck that into your pants, okay?" He whispered. Clayton nodded sheepishly and shoved it into the side of his pants, and then pulled his shirt down to cover it up further. He felt guilty. He didn't want to do this, but he didn't like leaving Clinton's side, which only meant that he had no other choice other than coming along on jobs with him. Clinton quietly closed the chest and then walked into the back room where there were half a dozen barrels; he reached into one of them and took two apples, smiling gently as he handed one off to Clayton, whom of which took and just looked over it. He didn't feel hungry anymore. "Let's go." Clinton nudged him out of the back door and did his best to look positive - he was actually crying inside. He went back to the house with Clayton and got him wrapped up in a blanket, and then they tucked into their food after Clinton had hidden the money. At least that was them covered for a month or so.
After waking up, Clinton had them off on an unexpected mission to make a little more money to support them for at least another month or so. It would have been better than nothing. They were running out of food, and the only thing that mattered to Clinton was making sure that his little brother was fed, clean, dressed, and had a bed to get into at night. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let his younger brother's life turn to nothing.
It was only about five o'clock when Clinton got them both up - they could be in and out of a place in twenty minutes or so, and seeing as stores didn't open until around seven, they'd have enough time to get what they needed. They didn't ever steal more than what was necessary - they took what they needed and made sure that there was still enough left for the store owners and workers. They weren't selfish, just needy. They were desperate, and with every passing month, things seemed to be becoming more of a struggle.
The easiest place to check was Belethor's General Goods - There was going to be enough money there, and they may have even been able to sneak out some breakfast - it might have been something light, like a couple of apples. It was still better than going hungry; using the back entrance, Clinton carefully and slowly picked the lock until he heard the satisfying click of the lock's mechanisms coming loose. The door creaked open, and he looked at Clayton and smiled. He forced a smile back, but he wasn't happy about any of this - he was too young to understand why they had to steal, and he only viewed it as something that was bad. Clinton didn't like doing it, either, but he'd stop the world from turning if it was for his brother.
When they got inside, it was a quaint and currently cold little store, just like it had always been. It was sad, in some ways - they sometimes came in here to speak to Belethor when he was working his shifts, and he didn't know that the two friendly orphan boys were the reasons that he was missing coin from his ledgers, and food from his barrels. He didn't suspect them one bit, and that was the saddest part of it. There was a little chest under the counter in the store that held several bags of gold, each one had '250' scribbled on them with charcoal. With a sigh, Clinton took one bag and handed it off to Clayton.
".. Tuck that into your pants, okay?" He whispered. Clayton nodded sheepishly and shoved it into the side of his pants, and then pulled his shirt down to cover it up further. He felt guilty. He didn't want to do this, but he didn't like leaving Clinton's side, which only meant that he had no other choice other than coming along on jobs with him. Clinton quietly closed the chest and then walked into the back room where there were half a dozen barrels; he reached into one of them and took two apples, smiling gently as he handed one off to Clayton, whom of which took and just looked over it. He didn't feel hungry anymore. "Let's go." Clinton nudged him out of the back door and did his best to look positive - he was actually crying inside. He went back to the house with Clayton and got him wrapped up in a blanket, and then they tucked into their food after Clinton had hidden the money. At least that was them covered for a month or so.
