Story of my Life - Lone Minor RP - Please see the partially updated front page!

Blake and Eli remained hidden, concealed by the thick blackness that hung in the air of the warehouse. Both poised in a half crouch, ready to move at the slightest notice.
 
Gabriel walked the streets, blending in well with the natives.
He walked confidently alongside them, hands in his pockets and slight grin on his face. He knew he wasn't one of them, though, his pockets were bare of money, shoes worn to within an inch of their now rather smelly lives. Breakfast had been a lifted candy bar, dinner was unknown and lunch wasn't available today. He sighed.
 
lol. the line about the shoes. :p
(Reminds me of my adventures in SY, blending in with the locals. I'll tell you later.)

Shelly couldn't sleep. She looked at her stolen watch. It said "9:30". 9:30?! Why was she going to bed at 9:30?! Perhaps the watch was broken. Either way, she didn't want to attempt to get to sleep in the musty old car anymore.
She got up, dusted off her tattered clothes, straightening the slightly less battered shorts, her pride and joy. She joined in the crowd of people on the sidewalk that the alley led off of, looking for rich people to pickpocket. She couldn't wait until she was 18 and could apply for a traineeship. But in the meantime, she needed to eat...
 
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Name: Eric Black
Gender: M
Age: 7
Appearance: He has bright red hair, his eyes are blue-green. He's not very tall, but his small size allows him to sneak around unnoticed.
Personality: Quiet, doesn't talk much. He doesn't trust easily, but if he trusts someone he would do anything for them.
History: He has been in an orphanage since he was 3, he doesn't know anything about his family.
Other: Is a excellent pick pocket.
Username: LittleLady98
 
"Is anyone even there?" Ellie called.

In one fluid movement, Blake stepped up behind her, pressing the cold, silver bladed knife to her throat just above her collar bone and wrapping his free hand acround her chests so she couldn't get away. He pushed down slightly, but only enough for it to feel incomfortable, not break the skin or leave a mark. In the same moment, Eli stepped in front of her and grabbed her wrists, preventing her from using the knife she was carrying on them. He glanced down at the kitchen knife she was holding and tightened his grip slightly, not wanting her to get loose and stab him or something. "Drop it, and we won't hurt you." Blake hissed in her ear.
 
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