Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20150301020258

Seager trudged up the busy street. It was midday, and he had not had anything to eat. He was in a rather up-and-coming district of Vale that was built into a hill. Trolleys ran up and down, and the streets were lined with markets and restaurants. While plodding up the hill, Seager heard an interesting sound nearby.

"More chicken, waiter! Make it fast!"

The muffled voice belonged to a shockingly obese man sitting at a table at a restaurant nearby. The man was stuffing his face with all sorts of food. Seager stared at the array of food, then noticed something on the table. The man had left his wallet out, and it was hidden behind several stacks of onion rings. Slinking up next to the table, Seager quickly grabbed the walled, pocketed it, and continued to walk up the road like nothing had happened. 