Sven
11-10-06, 07:21 AM
The city was sleeping. It was sometime around midnight and Sven quickly made his way through back roads and dark alleyways. His steel toe boots echoed across the faded cobblestone paths. It was almost pitch black, the night air was freezing and the harsh wind only made things worse. Sven quickly rushed through the dark city corridors, nearing ever so closer to the dock. There was a shipment of exported lumber arriving from Corone. The ship would unload its goods and then set sails back to its home country. Sven planned to catch that ship. Vlerise was hell, and the goverment was its devil. Sven couldn't take any more beatings, or anymore late night raids from the guards. He had had enough of hell. As he winded around corners and alleys, the old saying "The grass is always greener on the other side" raced through his mind. He thought to himself, Hmmph the grass has to be greener on the other side, there isn't even any grass on this side to be green.... Sven gave a faint grin at the remark he had made. The boy was very sarcastic and had a knack for making fun of things. He always tried to turn things into a joke, it altered his mind into thinking things weren't so bad.
Sven had been running for some time now and was losing his breath. He stopped for a moment. As he gazed up, a smile grew on his pale face. The top of the lighthouse peeked over the maze of ragged buildings. Soon Sven was filled with excitement and sprinted towards the lighthouse. The sound of small waves crashing upon the jagged shoreline was becoming clearer. One more turn and Sven was standing on the St.Havion port. He crept down and hid in a shadow as he peered out, taking in every bit of motion he saw. One mistake, one mess up could get him killed on sight. The goverment doesn't allow anyone out of thier homes past eight o clock. It was past midnight. But even worse, the boy was making an escape.
The dock was old and rugged. Two guards patrolled the dock the ship would arrive at. Sven put on his black hood, and began to silently creep over to the goods that would be traded in exchange for the lumber. A pyramid of crates were in sight for the boy and he quickly made his way to them, staying in the shadows. Once he had neared a box, he opened the lid and climbed in. There was absolutely no room to move. The boy barely fit, his swords, trenchcoat and whatever he was laying on, all were compacted into the small box. I am not a damn contortionist, besides what the hell is this im laying on? Whatever it was, it was soft,wet and mushy. He grabbed a piece and felt it with his hands. He couldn't see a thing and had to go by touch and smell. Meat. Raw, bloody meat.In box also. Shows how much our goverment cares for the safety of the consumers. This will be swarming with maggots by the time it reaches corone.
Sven opened the lid. He began grabbing as much meat as possible and throwing it in a shadowed corner. Soon the box was empty. Sven climbed back in and awaited his departure. After all the boxes had been boarded, they had come to his. Sven soon felt him self being carried onto the ramp aboard the ship. He stayed put and listened in. "Alright its all on thier, now start unloading the lumber and we also need a docking fee." The foreign man cleared his throat. "I have your fee, its right here." Sven listened to the faint conversation. He heard no reply from the guards. That was strange, usually they always had a smart ass remark to throw in after every sentence. They almost always had the last word. Not this time. Soon the foreign men were running up the ramp and setting sail.
Sven had been running for some time now and was losing his breath. He stopped for a moment. As he gazed up, a smile grew on his pale face. The top of the lighthouse peeked over the maze of ragged buildings. Soon Sven was filled with excitement and sprinted towards the lighthouse. The sound of small waves crashing upon the jagged shoreline was becoming clearer. One more turn and Sven was standing on the St.Havion port. He crept down and hid in a shadow as he peered out, taking in every bit of motion he saw. One mistake, one mess up could get him killed on sight. The goverment doesn't allow anyone out of thier homes past eight o clock. It was past midnight. But even worse, the boy was making an escape.
The dock was old and rugged. Two guards patrolled the dock the ship would arrive at. Sven put on his black hood, and began to silently creep over to the goods that would be traded in exchange for the lumber. A pyramid of crates were in sight for the boy and he quickly made his way to them, staying in the shadows. Once he had neared a box, he opened the lid and climbed in. There was absolutely no room to move. The boy barely fit, his swords, trenchcoat and whatever he was laying on, all were compacted into the small box. I am not a damn contortionist, besides what the hell is this im laying on? Whatever it was, it was soft,wet and mushy. He grabbed a piece and felt it with his hands. He couldn't see a thing and had to go by touch and smell. Meat. Raw, bloody meat.In box also. Shows how much our goverment cares for the safety of the consumers. This will be swarming with maggots by the time it reaches corone.
Sven opened the lid. He began grabbing as much meat as possible and throwing it in a shadowed corner. Soon the box was empty. Sven climbed back in and awaited his departure. After all the boxes had been boarded, they had come to his. Sven soon felt him self being carried onto the ramp aboard the ship. He stayed put and listened in. "Alright its all on thier, now start unloading the lumber and we also need a docking fee." The foreign man cleared his throat. "I have your fee, its right here." Sven listened to the faint conversation. He heard no reply from the guards. That was strange, usually they always had a smart ass remark to throw in after every sentence. They almost always had the last word. Not this time. Soon the foreign men were running up the ramp and setting sail.