The alleyways were dark, dusty with the daily pollution of the dank city. Hope was scrounging around like he had everyday for what it seemed like centuries. Hope spent the majority of his life on the streets, ever since their wicked landlord kicked them to the curb essentially killing his mother. Not necessarily killing her with a blade himself but ending her job and taking away their place of living. Hope grew bitter, resentful, how could one man cause so much havoc and chaos. He stole much more than their sense of living. He took his virginity, against his will. Hope snapped out of his horrific memories when he heard a bus rush pass him with a loud roar. Hope wiped a spare tear away from his eye and shook his head. "Sentiment. Be the end of me." Hope's eyes flickered from side to side when he was scouting his possible victims.<br/><br/>He saw a elderly woman with a over the top fur trench coat with a matching poodle to boot. "Perfect, looks like she is very comfortable, one would say over comfortable." He said with a smirk as he watched her motions, pink gloves most likely to make sure she wouldn't get dirty. He went behind her on the down low and tried keeping his location unknown. She didn't even give him the time of day or in this case nighttime. While she was gazing into the windows of a jewelry store he reached into her purse and grabbed the quickest thing he could. In this case it was a coin purse. Stuffing it in the pockets of his holey jeans he darted off in the opposite direction back to his alley he would technically be able to call his home. Hope sunk to his rear and pressed his face into his knees "When will I be able to do things on my own, without having to steal. Mom.. I miss you." Hope shook his head getting himself out of this funk that he called emotional turmoil.<br/><br/>Hope looked at a shadow coming from the sidewalk he moved into the shadows and decided to ignore the figure to count the spare change that he may have. A few nicely folded bills among the clank and clatter of coins. He counted to himself and sighed when he realized that he only had a total of eight dollars and thirty four cents. "Another disappointment. Of course someone as rich as that stuck up broad would have all her money in a bank somewhere. Probably Switzerland." He said with a roll of his ice blue eyes. When he closed the coin purse he heard a male clear his throat, who had happened to be standing in front of him as if he was there the entire time. Hope stood up in the blink of an eye and went to push the man against the wall "What the hell are you staring at, you have something to say?!"