Post by snake eyes on Aug 19, 2009 11:27:14 GMT -5
A grin came across Snipeshooter’s face as he noticed the loosely held cigar at the man’s side. He took a minute to observe the man. He wore a nice suit, and looked as though he probably made good money in whatever he did. Snipeshooter knew that was a good cigar in the man’s hand. The guy was absorbed in trying to hear what two other men across the street were saying. This was perfect. Quietly Snipeshooter tip-toed up behind the man. Then, quickly he snatched the cigar from his hand and took off running. The man hollered some sort of insult before chasing after Snipeshooter.
Snipeshooter chuckled as turned a corner. He loved the thrill of being chased, but that often got him in more trouble than intended. Especially with those rotten Delancy brothers. The man was gaining on him now. Quickly Snipeshooter jumped into a dimly lit alley way, and held back his laughter as the man ran right past him. Cautiously he walked back onto the main street. Seeing that the idiot had continued on after a Snipeshooter that wasn’t there he turned and walked in the opposite direction.
He put the cigar to his mouth. ‘Nice work,’ he thought to himself as he walked on. Now what? He’d sold all his papes already, of coarse he had only bought 20 in the first place. Maybe he would go back and get more. Who was he kidding? He knew he wasn’t going to go create more work for himself. No, he was done working for now. He wanted to have some fun. Snipeshooter scanned the streets to see what other trouble he could get himself into.
Snipeshooter chuckled as turned a corner. He loved the thrill of being chased, but that often got him in more trouble than intended. Especially with those rotten Delancy brothers. The man was gaining on him now. Quickly Snipeshooter jumped into a dimly lit alley way, and held back his laughter as the man ran right past him. Cautiously he walked back onto the main street. Seeing that the idiot had continued on after a Snipeshooter that wasn’t there he turned and walked in the opposite direction.
He put the cigar to his mouth. ‘Nice work,’ he thought to himself as he walked on. Now what? He’d sold all his papes already, of coarse he had only bought 20 in the first place. Maybe he would go back and get more. Who was he kidding? He knew he wasn’t going to go create more work for himself. No, he was done working for now. He wanted to have some fun. Snipeshooter scanned the streets to see what other trouble he could get himself into.
