A child with eyes ever so red and hair ever so black moved about the  park, remaining out of sight of the many people walking along it during the beautiful and warm morning that was overlooking them today. His stomach grumbled as he remained crouched within some bushes, indicating his stomach's wish to eat. It would have to wait for now though, as it had been for the past two days the young orphan went without food. Begging was the first step he knew he had to take for survival, with the next stealing, though he hated to steal, especially when he knew that he had to use his.. talents in order to fulfill the sinful task. It made him feel horrible inside, but what else could he do? he's just an orphan child left to die due to abandonment by his family. He grabbed the purple scarf that wrapped around his neck, keeping it warm, and loosened it up a little, not enough that it can fall off, but enough so he wouldn't be as warm around that specific area anymore.<br/><br/>Keeping his eyes peered for anyone that may seem generous, the child overheard the sound of someone clapping coming from nearby. Having used the park as his main area to lurk about, the child knew immediately that the origins of the sounds were coming from a grass field littered in a wide arrange of flowers. Moving through the beautiful park itself, the boy would make his way to the clapping sounds, and when he reached the field itself, he would stand in the background, watching the man alongside other onlookers as he set aflame a golden flower, though as they fell the petals of the flower soon enough began to circle around every one of the onlookers, the small infernos becoming a blue tint of color, amazing the child himself and stunning him where he stood, that is until he saw a small cluster of individuals distracted by the amazing display. He wish he didn't do this, but the temptation was too much.. Quickly and quietly he would make his way past the distracted people, coming from behind the three unsuspecting men.<br/><br/>He would reach his right hand into one of the pouches which the men used to keep their money, slowly grabbing each coin he can with that hand before pulling it out and placing the money within his own pockets. He would continue with the next man while watching the display right as it engulfed the audience in the now golden flames, causing the three men the young boy was pick-pocketing to stumble backwards, knocking into him and causing all to fall over. The flames would subside though, leaving all unharmed while the child himself crawled out from under the men, making an attempt to run away right as his left ankle was grabbed by one of the three, causing him to fall back over once again, landing upon his left side. "This brat was pickpocketing us!" One of the three spoke, speaking with what sounded like a thick, British accent. "Come on, let us show this boy what we do to pick-pockets.." Soon enough, the other two grabbed the child's arms, dragging him off to a more shaded place while the third pulled out what appeared to be a small knife of some sort. While the situation was occurring, the sounds of the crowd's clapping was drowning out the sounds being made, though the child still wished to at least try, try for some small glimmer of hope that may be there.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0000FF">"Help... HELP ME! Anyone, please!"</span></span>