Amidst the streets of Triangle Tunnel, where the Aurors - correction, Auror, and his sidekicks, ran around in desperate need of a superhero to combat their supervillains, one petty little man was running along a back alley. He stopped to take a breath as he assumed he had outchased the owner of the shop from which he had stolen an entire bag of tortillas.
Life wasn't easy for Mr. Michael J. Slick, esquire - or so he addressed himself. The other less well-off people of the Triangle Tunnel knew him as simply Mike Slick, a petty thief who swindled the hardworking members of the community out of their living for his own sake. He never got any higher on the ladder out of it, though - he never really turned to organized crime or 'scary' crime as he referred to it...Almighty Dark Wizards and the such. Tattoos and Killing Curses were far too much for him.
However, this was to be his big one - he'd heard that the law department was recently distracted by a bunch of children causing a ruckus. Mike would use this to his advantage - the bank in town wasn't run by goblins, but by simply hard working folk. While the cops were playing daycare, he'd get the money for himself...
Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Dec 16, 2007 14:14:31 GMT -5
A young man was walking back to his flat with a few bags of groceries in his arms and the day seemed to only be getting longer. He swore that he left at 10 to get what he needed for the week, but when he actually checked the time on the way back it was only 10:30: clearly a conundrum of the worst sort. This either meant that Time was slowly down, which was highly improbable, or that his watch needed mending. Either way, the lad was still unamused and grumbled to himself as he walked down the the streets. Turning left into a side alley which he discovered to be a short cut to his pad a few weeks back, the grey-haired Scotsman noticed a man, apparently exhausted, and clutching a bag of what appeared to be tortillas.
Now, Forgoil Halifirien was usually the trusting type and not one to judge right off the bat, but the only other people that used this alley besides him was the garbage man Mr. Herrara and the storekeeper Fasaid. However, at that man's apparent age and build being exhausted could be signs of a peculiar muggle spell: heart attack. Now that would be a terrible spell to be struck with, all of the pain and agony before going into arrest and then dying: some might consider it worse than the Cruciatus Curse. As the young lad continued walking ahead, there was a part of him that wanted to avoid him and just leave him there in the alley with his silly chips, but there was the other half of him that wouldn't allow so severe a breach in conduct.
Mentally sighing to himself and wondering when his positive outlook on life would be his undoing, the grey-haired Scotsman stopped and asked in his rumbling brogue, "Sir? Are ya alright Sir? Ya look like your in a spot o' trouble as large as Loch Ness. You're not having any problems, are ya?"
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