Stealing the night ///Wonder///blitz

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The night was falling and anticipation filled Hades. Tonight was the night that Robin and Hades would steal from the rich. He despised those rich filthy people as they had money and could afford food while they left the rest of the district to suffer, it just didn’t seem fair. Hades stood outside under the sky watching the stars twinkle and shine as he waited for Robin to arrive. For some reason Hades felt a twinge of nervousness creep into his system and he tried to ignore it but it was like a heavy weight settling at the bottom of his stomach. It wasn’t like he hadn’t broken the law before but this was different. This was really dangerous. If they got caught they were done, they would be turned into the peacekeepers and he didn’t even want to think that far. He shuddered and tried to get rid of the thought, sucking in the chilly night air. He hopped from foot to foot as he waited patiently for Robin. What was wrong with Robin? Panic took over his body and Hades paced about in circles, fist clenched at his sides. I will be alright, I won’t get caught he kept on saying in his head.

Maybe he got lost or he was held back at home… or…Or maybe he was arrested by Peacekeepers to be interrogated. “Snap out of this Hades. You haven’t even done anything wrong. “He told himself, “He is probably just running late. Pull yourself together!” Slowly his heart rate settled to a normal pace and his breathing evened out. The only reason he was worried was he had never done something so dangerous and with a partner, it was all knew to him. Hades took a seat on the ground and closed his eyes listening to the sounds around him. It usually helps to clear his mind and let it wonder and relax. He could hear chirping crickets, croaking frogs and the sound of people talking in the distance, it sounded like any other night, everything was so normal. The tension left his body and all the worries of the night was just a lingering memory tucked away in the back of his mind. He opened his eyes to find a bit standing in front of him with hands on hips and a huge grin plastered to his face. “Oh thank god! Hey Robin, where have you been?” Hades hissed. 

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vol·a·tile [vol-uh-tl] adj. 2. tending or threatening to break out into open violence; explosive.

It's a long time before Lark slips out of his wooden room and falls asleep - she'd spent a few too many nights worrying about his existence than Robin would like, but her friendship was still the best thing he had here. Sprawled across the attic apartment were this weeks spoils, old relic maps (blueprints of ancient government buildings), a couple small silver-chained necklaces he'd yet to distinguish as to the quality, and a couple of plastic pendants that he couldn't help but scoff at - those would fool no one, that is no one but a thief in the dark. All in all, in terms of loot, it was a pretty low brow week, not that it mattered. Under his rotting, ripped mattress sat a small wad of cash, just enough for an emergency fund. A lot less then there should have been, after every outing with Lark he had a tendency to split her half a little bit higher without her knowledge. He wasn't all that sure she knew how to count, because if she did, he was sure she wouldn't take it.

Ever since the 65th reaping, Lark had been wagging on his tail like a little puppy dog, always worried about his susceptibility to inevitable doom. Little did she know that it had taken a lot of suppression not to burst on to that stage to save Sticky Washington. He could of done it, sure, the Games. Big deal. Look what he did every night. The Games were nothing to the slummy streets of six on a night time. "Good night, Lark." He whispered over his walkie talkie before slowly turning the volume module down.

"Ten four!" She chirped back excitedly, before he assumed, she did the same. It was rather chilly in terms of Robin's preference, but winter was dead set upon them. Despite the frost, he refused to wear a coat, mainly out of pure necessity. Coats often were quite loud when it came to terms of movement. Though, also, it was pretty atypical for a district member to walk about with a coat, he would be a key target for a mugging. Not that he didn't think he could get out of it, but he'd rather not have to try. Stalking under the stars, Robin whistled under his breath to pass time, it wasn't smart to rob near his household but the long walk to a meeting point always made him wish that he could without making it obvious.

After a boring ten minutes of skulking, he twiddles up to the location, brash and unafraid, stalking upon a broken Hades. "Got caught by a couple of cops, but don't worry, I bit their heads off and kept walking." He smirked as he approached. "Don't piss your pants now, Hades. Excitement hasn't started yet." Robin looked upon the ashy silhouettes of the suburban area. "Any particular one in mind?"

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