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Kransha · 02-01-2004, 06:51 PM

Tobias Hornblower’s nose was twitching, very akin to that of a rodent sniffing. For someone watching this strange motion, that person would have a hard time trying to categorize the facial contortion. Some would have said it was an interrogative movement, designed to absorb a sensation in the air, while others might’ve said it was more an expression of supreme dislike. Either way, it wasn’t an aesthetically pleasing process to watch. The elder hobbit got slowly to his feet, as if the task was twice as strenuous as it actually was.

In an instant, he was gone from the sight of those around him. He scurried through the flickering shadows cast gently against weary inn walls and flitted like a part of the warm darkness around the tables and chairs. Once he’d reached the other end of the room, he was richer by two bread loaves and several ripe tomatoes. If someone had been clumsy enough to let the victuals slip from sight, that someone probably didn’t value them highly. Toby lifted one piece of bread, tossed it up in the air, admiring his handiwork, and took a large bite out of it, savoring every taste sensation. He popped the half-eaten loaf into the innards of his waistcoat and began pacing merrily across the large room, quietly congratulating himself on the new supply he’d gained.

No one ever noticed the loss of a single coin there, a ripe fruit there. Tobias was adept at whisking away unneeded things from those who weren’t looking. He actually prided himself on it, since no one else had ever discovered this habit of his. Even his family in Longbottom was oblivious to the fact. Over the years, Toby Hornblower had accumulated a great many items to add to his collection. He was by no means a kleptomaniac, even though he did enjoy a challenge every now and then. He only stole when he felt it necessary, or he had a good reason. He'd pilfered one or two non-necessities, but only to present as gifts for family or friends...on most occasions.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 7:53 PM February 01, 2004: Message edited by: Kransha ]

02-01-2004, 06:51 PM	#126
Kransha Ubiquitous Urulóki Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: The port of Mars, where Famine, Sword, and Fire, leash'd in like hounds, crouch for employment Posts: 747	Tobias Hornblower’s nose was twitching, very akin to that of a rodent sniffing. For someone watching this strange motion, that person would have a hard time trying to categorize the facial contortion. Some would have said it was an interrogative movement, designed to absorb a sensation in the air, while others might’ve said it was more an expression of supreme dislike. Either way, it wasn’t an aesthetically pleasing process to watch. The elder hobbit got slowly to his feet, as if the task was twice as strenuous as it actually was. In an instant, he was gone from the sight of those around him. He scurried through the flickering shadows cast gently against weary inn walls and flitted like a part of the warm darkness around the tables and chairs. Once he’d reached the other end of the room, he was richer by two bread loaves and several ripe tomatoes. If someone had been clumsy enough to let the victuals slip from sight, that someone probably didn’t value them highly. Toby lifted one piece of bread, tossed it up in the air, admiring his handiwork, and took a large bite out of it, savoring every taste sensation. He popped the half-eaten loaf into the innards of his waistcoat and began pacing merrily across the large room, quietly congratulating himself on the new supply he’d gained. No one ever noticed the loss of a single coin there, a ripe fruit there. Tobias was adept at whisking away unneeded things from those who weren’t looking. He actually prided himself on it, since no one else had ever discovered this habit of his. Even his family in Longbottom was oblivious to the fact. Over the years, Toby Hornblower had accumulated a great many items to add to his collection. He was by no means a kleptomaniac, even though he did enjoy a challenge every now and then. He only stole when he felt it necessary, or he had a good reason. He'd pilfered one or two non-necessities, but only to present as gifts for family or friends...on most occasions. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 7:53 PM February 01, 2004: Message edited by: Kransha ] __________________ "What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name, Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law. For old our office, and our fame," -Aeschylus, Song of the Furies