[b][i]This Boy is Lost [/i][/b] [i]"Like a rebel with out cause But he's the boss That boy he don't know how to lose He's gonna win He got the lot to top the last shot Shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a landslide" -AC/DC[/i] [b]Dojoville, Tatakai[/b] "Someone stop him!" [i]A voice cried out at the marketplace, as a figure could be seen sprinting away from a shop, a duffle bag on his back, loaded full of all sorts of goodies. Ducking and weaving through the crowds of people, he was fast, his form small and lithe, allowing him to be swift. Clad in a sleek exosuit, the figure continued to duck, bob, and weave through people to escape anyone that perhaps had been pursuing him. Years of practice had honed his ability, he simply couldn't afford to be caught. Imprisonment, torture, and death were not exactly high on his list of things to do, but selling stolen goods was. Turning from the main avenue, the figure quickly ducked into an alleyway, using it to cross over to another street, where he slunk into the general populace. Calming himself, he slowed down to blend in with the crowds, making sure that he didn't look suspicious. What was nice about the Dojo was that everyone wore armor and carried plenty of weaponry, so being in his suit with a duffel bag wasn't necessarily something that looked out of the ordinary. So long as nobody stopped him, he'd be golden.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]