Peter manages to slip past the guards to get out of that fucking Abbey -- it's pretty much Thievery 101, being able to sneak around without being seen. Once he's out, he doesn't expect to be stopped, but neither is he so brazen as to publicize the fact that he wasn't meant to be out by his onesies. Still, the hardest part was leaving, but with that done, who gives a shit, right? After all, what would the Siren care if he left? He's nothing to her except a punching bag and a meat shield, and she has more than enough of those at her disposal.
... Except not even a half hour later, he notices there are more guards and warriors patrolling the area than was ever normal before, and he has the sudden realization that they're looking for him. Jesus fucking Christ, is this woman for real? She really wants to keep him on a tight leash, apparently, and he has no fucking clue why -- especially since she'd recently made it clear that he was an annoyance and a sack of crap to her.
But the guards are easy enough to avoid; their movements and tactics are predictable, and Peter's used to avoiding the authorities, has been well-versed in utilizing alleys and dark corners since he was orphaned at nine-years-old. He slips past all of them again and finds himself at the hangar.
In a different world, Peter would have been gifted his ship after years of improvement and hard work, after showing himself capable of being up to no good. In this world, Peter stole his ship -- and it was, in fact, the best thing he had ever stolen for himself ever. It's a small thing, orange and blue and silver, meant more for short jaunts than intergalactic travel, but he modded the hell out of his baby, made it spaceworthy and his. He grins for the first time in a long while when he spots his ship, relieved they hadn't dismantled it for parts, and after a careful glance around the hangar, he darts toward it.
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Peter manages to slip past the guards to get out of that fucking Abbey -- it's pretty much Thievery 101, being able to sneak around without being seen. Once he's out, he doesn't expect to be stopped, but neither is he so brazen as to publicize the fact that he wasn't meant to be out by his onesies. Still, the hardest part was leaving, but with that done, who gives a shit, right? After all, what would the Siren care if he left? He's nothing to her except a punching bag and a meat shield, and she has more than enough of those at her disposal.
... Except not even a half hour later, he notices there are more guards and warriors patrolling the area than was ever normal before, and he has the sudden realization that they're looking for him. Jesus fucking Christ, is this woman for real? She really wants to keep him on a tight leash, apparently, and he has no fucking clue why -- especially since she'd recently made it clear that he was an annoyance and a sack of crap to her.
But the guards are easy enough to avoid; their movements and tactics are predictable, and Peter's used to avoiding the authorities, has been well-versed in utilizing alleys and dark corners since he was orphaned at nine-years-old. He slips past all of them again and finds himself at the hangar.
In a different world, Peter would have been gifted his ship after years of improvement and hard work, after showing himself capable of being up to no good. In this world, Peter stole his ship -- and it was, in fact, the best thing he had ever stolen for himself ever. It's a small thing, orange and blue and silver, meant more for short jaunts than intergalactic travel, but he modded the hell out of his baby, made it spaceworthy and his. He grins for the first time in a long while when he spots his ship, relieved they hadn't dismantled it for parts, and after a careful glance around the hangar, he darts toward it.
Almost homefree. ]