4; He didn't necessarily want to do it, it was a talent he'd honed out of boredom, but he had to admit it came in handy when he needed a little extra cash. So he slipped into the crowd, a hat pulled over his head and his golden hair stuffed into it so as not to draw attention as he went.
It was easy, most people were too focused on other things to notice quick hands lifting something off of them and with Jet's reflexes, a little loose change here and there was a cake walk and if he happened to manage something more than that, then even better.
Of course, he wasn't a master thief nor was he a perfect human being, sometimes he just plain slipped up. That was always an adventure.
8; It used to be that he was just fine not being a bender. Life was fine for him, he figured he'd go on unnoticed and probably die some day down the line (not likely too far down the line considering his life) and continue to go unnoticed.
Then he got his air bending.
It was a gift, he was convinced of that. He could control the very air around him and even better he could fly. Without a glider or major gusts of air, he found himself weightless and hovering far above the city and able to access the highest roofs. It was a dream come true, nothing had felt like freedom until he'd felt the wind in his face like that and nothing was more important than freedom.
Jet gave very few things his undivided attention and diligence, but his bending practice was one of them. Every day as the sun was setting, he'd stand on the roof of the building he stayed in and would practice his forms--forms he had to hope were right as he'd looked them up instead of asking for help. It was out there, he knew, but this was his freedom, he didn't want to compromise it by letting in the wrong person.
9; It's just the beginning of night and the usual crowd of bar-loungers were filing in either individually or in groups. Out of all the jobs Jet had held down in his life, this was his favorite. It was relaxed and easy and he actually found himself enjoying it. He could see new and old faces, listen to stories both real and true and sometimes bring smiles to other people's faces with one of his own. It was nice and he found he didn't mind working there at all.
If he could just keep his nose clean, maybe he'd even hold onto this one.
Jet Link | Cyborg 009 | AU (Airbender, street rat and occasional teenage loner)
It was easy, most people were too focused on other things to notice quick hands lifting something off of them and with Jet's reflexes, a little loose change here and there was a cake walk and if he happened to manage something more than that, then even better.
Of course, he wasn't a master thief nor was he a perfect human being, sometimes he just plain slipped up. That was always an adventure.
8; It used to be that he was just fine not being a bender. Life was fine for him, he figured he'd go on unnoticed and probably die some day down the line (not likely too far down the line considering his life) and continue to go unnoticed.
Then he got his air bending.
It was a gift, he was convinced of that. He could control the very air around him and even better he could fly. Without a glider or major gusts of air, he found himself weightless and hovering far above the city and able to access the highest roofs. It was a dream come true, nothing had felt like freedom until he'd felt the wind in his face like that and nothing was more important than freedom.
Jet gave very few things his undivided attention and diligence, but his bending practice was one of them. Every day as the sun was setting, he'd stand on the roof of the building he stayed in and would practice his forms--forms he had to hope were right as he'd looked them up instead of asking for help. It was out there, he knew, but this was his freedom, he didn't want to compromise it by letting in the wrong person.
9; It's just the beginning of night and the usual crowd of bar-loungers were filing in either individually or in groups. Out of all the jobs Jet had held down in his life, this was his favorite. It was relaxed and easy and he actually found himself enjoying it. He could see new and old faces, listen to stories both real and true and sometimes bring smiles to other people's faces with one of his own. It was nice and he found he didn't mind working there at all.
If he could just keep his nose clean, maybe he'd even hold onto this one.