So, had this idea for a while and wanted to write something up about it. First fic, just for fun and all, probably will do multiple chapters. This is set sort of pre-everything, I think the story will do more explaining. And so for a bit there'll be regular names instead of titles, for example in the first while instead of Scout I'm just using the name Trey. But I think that's it for basic stuff to get out of the way, enjoy!
Trey didn't think he would wind up here. He always figured he'd get a nice job, find a nice girl to settle down with, and maybe raise a family. A normal happy life, nothing out of the ordinary. Though he should have known better, considering he wasn't from a picture perfect family he nearly fantasized about, an unhealthy amount most likely.
His family wasn't the worst out there, but it wasn't great. His Mother was usually gone, either working or hanging around with some guy, and his brothers were either gone as well or just ignored him. Trey hated being ignored, he just couldn't stand it. Could have been because he was the youngest, but he just felt as though he was unwanted and ignored from the start. He figured his Ma wasn't able to give the last kid as much attention as the first, or even a fraction of attention from the first kid.
Not that he hated his brothers, they just weren't great company. Always arguing and getting into trouble, they were pretty well known around his neighborhood as the rowdy boys from the broken home. Not a lot of people came by their house, that one was true. And his older siblings all seemed to get involved in their own mess of trouble. It always sucked having to be brought home by some police officer, or having to call from some station or generally an odd area.
Trey shook his head, trying to focus instead on walking and not on his past. It wasn't too long ago even, he had recently ditched his house and as of now, was pretty firm on living on the streets. Anywhere but there at least. So here he was, trudging along the busy sidewalk, carrying his small bag with him. He didn't have a lot of experience out here alone, but he did grow up in the city. He could figure the rest out, it wasn't hard for him.
Though after walking for quite a while, he decided on taking a break. He rested against a building, slumping his shoulders with a huff. He looked pretty tough for a nineteen year old, with his chipped tooth visible when he was arguing or just talking too loud, his raggedy clothes, he liked to think he belonged out here.
But after glancing around at the older faces walking past, he realized he was the odd one out, as well as low on cash. He only had a fifty dollar bill, one that he had taken from his Mother's jewelry box; which was likely a mistake. So, obviously he needed different bills and more cash in general. He thought about it, and ultimately decided on simply pickpocketing some sucker. He could do that, it was a breeze. Scoping out the people walking, he fixated on one man walking down the large sidewalk.
Already Trey was curious. The man was tall, wearing a nice looking suit. Who wore a freakin' suit out here, it's hot enough without the extra clothes. Plus, some mask on his face. Which was totally odd, he was surprised he wasn't stopped for it. But then again, he'd seen odder people walking down the street with odder things. Though despite the mask, the man looked pretty loaded, so Trey decided on following. Lucky for him, the man was carrying around a black messenger bag, slinging by his side. Likely a foreigner, Trey concluded. They always had odd bags and generally looked different.
Following behind the guy, but not too close, Trey kept a watchful eye. The man was glancing at his watch a couple times, maybe he had a train to catch. Or something. Eagerly, Trey followed, until the two ended up at some café. An odd turn, since he didn't take the man as one to visit some frilly girly café. In the middle of the day too, not like he needed his morning cup of coffee. Though once Trey had gotten inside, he figured it wasn't bad at all. A nice aroma and atmosphere, and he could order something to drink whilst breaking that fifty dollar bill.
So he did that, getting in line behind the man in the crowded area, and waiting. It struck him that the whole time, he was supposed to be robbing this guy. He looked around, it seemed busy enough. So he went to work, as carefully as he could, stuffing two fingers into a small pocket in the man's bag. Easy stuff, he hadn't been caught before, and didn't plan to now.
"Excuse me."
Trey heard the man speak, but not in a nice tone as though he was talking to the pretty barista. No, it was more accusing. He glanced up, seeing that the man was looking down at him, a frown obviously showing his displeasure.
"Well, hey there pal. Somethin' you want?"
Trey had asked in a bit of an accusing tone back, taking his hand out of the bag's pocket. If he couldn't weasel himself out of this easily, he could use intimidation. Or, try to, considering he was in some public place with a bunch of snobs just like the guy he was stealing from.
"What were you just doing?"
The man asked, not moved at all by Trey's attempt at being a bit intimidating. As the other talked, Trey noticed he had some accent. Must be European, some foreigner, as he had suspected earlier. He smirked, figuring he was as dumb as the others who came to the city to sightsee, only to leave quickly after being scared half to death by the locals and kids with attitudes.
"Listen pal, I don't need to explain anythin' to ya. Why not get your sissy cup of joe, and be on your way? Now I'm on my way, nice talkin' to ya."
Trey said with a false salute, turning his heel and pushing the door to leave the place. He'd never been caught before, it was embarrassing really. Well, least now he could try and be more careful. Or work on just being tough enough to mug people, though armed assault didn't sound like a good plan. He sighed, not having been able to get any cash or break that bill.
The man stayed silent as he watched the other leave, still not sure what to think about him. He didn't act like someone from a group or a gang, more like a schoolboy trying to get some money and act cool. The Frenchman grumbled, never liking the kids around here. Always too arrogant and annoying, he would rather not be here. Especially not after that run-in with, what seems to be, the local idiot.