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Post by squeaker11 on Mar 10, 2009 17:12:11 GMT -5
Angel was a happy man. Strolling down the Walk with a hot dog in one hand, Ghost's pair of boots in the other, and someone's wallet in one of the many pockets of his jacket, he felt complete. A slight drizzle fell on him as he pushed his way through a small group of skyboarders, apparently watching their friends ride through the rain. Crazy kids, he thought, taking a bite of the hot dog. The hyena looked up at the sky, observing the sheet of dark grey clouds. So much rain, he thought. Angel wondered what Ghost felt about the weather. He shrugged, not wanting to ruin his good mood with his alter's mysteriousness. The other personality had finally written a note to Angel, but it sat in his pocket, still unread.
The hyena walked through a puddle, splashing one of the skyboarders. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" The young lion yelled at Angel. He just smiled and waved back, continuing to walk on by. Nothing was going to get him down today. He finished his hot dog and closed his eyes, letting the water drop onto his face. Once again, nothing could ruin his day... Except maybe that foot conveniently placed in his path. The pickpocket tripped over it and was sent tumbling to the ground, straight into a puddle. Spluttering and cursing, Angel hoisted himself into a sitting position and looked around for the culprit. Well, there was those skyboarders over there, but it was impossible to tell whose foot it could of been.
With a sigh, Angel stood back up, using his jacket to mop up the water dripping off his face. Suddenly, he stopped. The weight was off in his coat. Like something was missing. His thin fingers quickly searched through the pockets. The note was there, still unread and now soggy, but the wallet he stole was missing. Angel himself had been pickpocketed! Such a travesty had never occurred before. Angel was speechless. "Imagine that," He muttered, "A pickpocket being pickpocketed. Stupid kids."
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Post by Rook on Mar 12, 2009 7:28:20 GMT -5
Micheal heard the chime of one of the large clocks that rested on hoverboards scattered throughout the city, he found in all his travels that these were quite inescapable, he stopped for a bit to listen, perfectly rounded white ears straining to the musical tones, drifting through the rained-down city.
The rain had stopped for a bit, and left it's refuse behind, a wet cold. Micheal compacted his umbrella with an idle flick of a button, one of his slender clever fingers was adorned with an intricate green jewel with golden inlay, and the one on the other hand sported a similar one, but blue. He wore a multitude of rings to attract pick pockets...but today he seemed to be coming up dry.
The white lion's lower lip pooched for a moment in a childish pout, and he made his way, humming with the faded chimes of the clocks as he went, he stopped to turn a corner long enough to see a young hyena, carrying a hot dog.
He stopped, shoving his hands into his pockets as he waited, just behind the corner, breathe baited, not making a sound as he watched his prey try to pass.
Without thinking, the lion's foot shot out and he sent the hyena tumbling edgewise, he darted out of sight, back into the alley, blue eyes glowing as the wealthy pure blood waited in a familiar pose, behind a few trash cans.
As soon as he deemed it safe he sidled his way out, approaching the wet hyena slowly and deliberately, wiping the small smile off his face and replacing it with an expression of distant concern
"Are you alright"?
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Post by girlie on Mar 12, 2009 17:10:24 GMT -5
"Filthy thieves," a small whisper of a voice commented, quiet thoroughly hidden within the shadows. The femme, a leather-clad siberian tiger, spat a bit of blood on the ground in front of her as she watched the scene unfold before her in her boredom, and unfortunately doing nothing to offset her dreary mood.
Nothing but pure disgust at the life of common-folk permeated from her sour mood, put off by her rejection the other night. Not only was her pelt now matter with rain, making the situation worse, she suffered from lack of sleep and a sore jaw from her last mark.
Sighing as if she was forced to do some commoners work that bored her to no end, Sasha Battiere, freelance assassin, and temptress of the night approached the two fellows, rolling her eyes in disdain. However irritating it might be, an assassin must make friends in order to not only retain human-like qualities, but also in order to have some back in case of emergencies, which NEVER happened in her case.
"So, how unfortunate to be pick-pocketed by a spoiled-rich kid," the tiger drawled, wrinkling her nose, but otherwise hiding her distaste at such company: two common thiefs... who would've ever guessed?
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Post by squeaker11 on Mar 12, 2009 17:11:28 GMT -5
Angel sighed as he put his sopping wet jacket back on. Well, no pay for him today. at least not in this area. "Stupid, stupid kids," He continued to mutter, bending down to pick up one of Ghost's boots. The other was missing. "Damn. Now I owe him a new pair of boots," Well, the rain had stopped at least. The pickpocket removed the note and unfolded it, making sure the water hadn't made it too blurry to read.
Angel,
You worry too much. If I did anything crazy, you'd be the first to know.
Ghost
Angel sighed and smoothed the fur on his head down. Ghost never did have a way with words, but the shortness of the note made the hyena uneasy. It answered none of his questions. Before Angel could think about it much, though, his thoughts were interrupted. The concern of the lion made him smile. "I'm fine, thanks for asking." He replied, averting his gaze from Micheal's face. Something about his eyes worried him. Those rings on the other hand...Angel didn't usually like stealing jewelry, since rings and necklaces were actually on a person, not just in their pockets. But that blue one was just so pretty. Angel realized he was staring and glanced back up at Micheal's face. "Thank you for your concern, sir."
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Post by Raron on Mar 13, 2009 20:40:28 GMT -5
Hymns. Song of the heart, songs and prayers to powers that furrekind could not comprehend. They sang out, songs asking for hope and forgiveness of sins. These had been with furrekind for who knows how long. While Tarsus was as much a fan of music as the next guy he was not a fan of his neighbors and their hymns... there wretched once a week singalongs. As if waking a furre up at sunrise once a week was not bad enough. He could sing most of them by heart now and worst of all they were stuck in his head now.
"For the sacred gate we st... Gah..."
The saurian stomped along angerly. His metal club tail lashing out dangerously as his massive frame ripped it's way through the crowd just short of shouting. There he had been... sleeping in as he was want to do... in his dreams he had been on the back of his bike, the wind rushing around him but warm. He knew wherever he was it was not in Lucent. The sun hit him and warmed him to the bone. He took a deep sniff as he rode and could smell the sea salt which coated the air, stinging his nostrils but energizing him at the same time.
Upon the back of the bike pressed against his back was a figure. He could not see her but it was without a doubt female. The warmth and cushioning from her body made it quite obvious. He could feel her warm hands halfway around his massive waist for balance. The grin on his face increased as he hand began to inch lower along his waist... and then the singing broke out jerking him from his sleep.
He had been upset and told them to do something with their songbooks that he was fairly sure was illegal to do in public. He had tried to get along with them but he had been pushed over the edge. He screamed at them, ranted at them. Told them off... and now they were complaining to the landlord they wanted him gone. He liked his apartment. It was arranged just how he wanted it... he doubted the landlord would kick him out. He had saved his butt a few times but still... the annoyance just kept building and the normally fairly cheerful Ankyosaurus stomped through the crowds just short of screaming... in fact he had just about started to scream when he spotted a young furre get knocked over and shortly afterwords two concerned furres rushed to him...
"So, how unfortunate to be pick-pocketed by a spoiled-rich kid,"
Okay.... maybe not so concerned... well maybe seeing someone else annoyed would take away his own annoyance. He walked forward with suprising grace for someone who had been stomping along moments ago and could not resist commenting.
"So it would be better to be pick-pocketed by a rich kid who had not passed his experation date?"
The sarcasm came instantly... it tended to when he was annoyed. He doubted the furre would get the joke she did not look the jovial type.
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Post by girlie on Mar 14, 2009 16:36:03 GMT -5
Wincing briefly at the scent of a third, Sasha considered ducking away and finding others to socialize with.... and then he had to get sarcastic with her. "Haha, you're so clever. Why don't you take it to the comedy club where food is GIVEN to people to throw when you annoy them?" Nose wrinkled, the tiger bared her sharp ivories, glaring at the... "What exactly are you, anyway?" she sneered, anger flaring from her nostrils at this menial task of socializing with commoners.
Tail slashing around in the air like a whip, the siberian turned to the guy who'd gotten pick-pocketed, and the guy who'd done the pick-pocketing, pretending to ignore the... critter's... presence. In her mind,I'm not listening, I'm not listening, taunted through her mind, tempting the fea to say it. Looking expectantly at the two thieves before her, the tiger licked her chops angrily, half-expecting one of them to join in - to taunt her.
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Post by Rook on Mar 16, 2009 10:49:24 GMT -5
Micheal turned around, the perfect picture of confusion and naivety, no strain marks, no anger, no indignation on his face, only apprehension, and he almost seemed to smell of his own reeking "good intentions", his strings of feathery white hair were dampened in just the right places, one ear raised, the other dipped he stared at the tiger in "confusion" for a moment.
He looked at Angel, those curious blue eyes glinting with recognition...and something else, some unidentifiable notion or...feeling.
"Did you see who did it"? he spoke, indeed with an accent that suggested a family with deep roots in the Council. He observed Sasha for a moment warily, as though he was afraid of her. Afraid she'd steal something from him, or hurt him.
"I have a hard time believing it was someone wealthy, the pick pockets in these areas look pretty ragged, don't they, why i've had two little boys come after my rings just this week".
Flicking his ear toward Tarsus, apparently oblivious to the hostility at all, flourishing his hand a few inches from Angels's face as he snickered warmly. "Wealthy sah, but fresh I assure you".
He raised an eyebrow at Sasha "I think he's an ankyosaurus " he said, pronouncing it wrong "Right sah"?
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Post by squeaker11 on Mar 16, 2009 17:05:51 GMT -5
Angel shook his head. "No, they ran away before I saw them. " He replied to Micheal. Not that what they took was mine anyways... He thought sourly, stuffing his note from Ghost into a pocket. The hyena glanced at Tarsus and Sasha. He cringed at the sight of the ankyosaurus. He could crush Angel! And he didn't look very happy. Of course, he seemed quite the happy type compared to the tiger. She looked like she could easily rip Angel's head off. The pickpocket shuddered and instinctively moved closer to Micheal. He, at least, didn't look like he was going to kill him. Angel gazed at the lion's rings again, then back at Tarsus and Sasha. Not risking my neck for them. At least not until the potential homicidal maniacs are gone He thought.
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Post by girlie on Mar 17, 2009 4:26:36 GMT -5
Finding herself utterly disgusted by the victim's oblivious nature and his need to believe the first person to ask after him, Sasha growled quietly, glaring first at the victim, and then at the pick pocket-er. "Nice try, but wrong answer. My eyes catch everything, and unfortunately for you, it wasn't a stupid teenager trying to be clever. Besides, if it was a kid, why do you think you didn't see them approach? For that matter, your mind may have convinced you it saw someone run away, but nobody really did. Psychologists call it active reconstruction. I'm sorry to say that you are a classic case of it. A kid on a skyboard didn't pick pocket you. That being said, the pick pocket didn't scurry away to go spend the money, meaning one of the individuals that are here right now did steal whatever it was from your pocket. Seeing as I am wearing skintight leather and you would be able to tell if I had anything that was thicker than a piece of paper on me, you'd notice, that puts me out." Sasha smirked a small smile, knowing that the white lion was bound to get caught now. She smiled a wide smile- in fact, it was all teeth- as if to say Got you now, you common criminal.
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Post by Raron on Mar 29, 2009 21:50:56 GMT -5
Tarsus blinked at the furre as her detective side came out and he reached up with his right hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose while pleading for patience. This might get less entertaining then he thought. Shaking his head while muttering he finally lowered his massive hand and looked at the shorter furre without bothering to hide some of his irratation.
"Look... ma'am. I hate to blow a hole in your little mystery solving spree but before you decide to put on a pair of glasses and and orange sweeter there are a few things you might wanna think about. First of all 'no place to hide'? Ma'am if you can't figure out at least half a dozen places to hide a wallet on a figure like that you are suffering from a severe lack of imagination. I have seen pick pockets with less of a figure then that and with less cloths.... Walk the streets as long as I have and you will see what I mean. Secondly missing seeing someone approach is not hard if you have your mind on other things... and let's face it young men have a few things on their mind usually... or the same thing repeatedly. Believe it or not I was young once too..."
Rubbing his chin with his hand that saurian had to grudgingly admit she had some very good points but seeing he had no stake in this whatsoever he figured he could be the most help at the moment educating the young lady a bit. As a old street monster he figured it was he duty to pass on a few lessons.
"Thirdly when you have an idea about something like that it is best to rotate the whole thing in your head a few times. Don't just blurt out your theory on what happened. Double and triple check your data and findings. Try not to drown your suspect with words. A few indications you consider them guilty can make them nervous. Cause them to make mistakes. If the guilty party is here he knows you think he is guilty and will act accordingly. You had a chance to use his guilt and paranoia against him but you blew it."
Finished his speech he then smiled at the girl.
"Other then that though those were some good points."
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Post by Rook on Mar 30, 2009 15:01:02 GMT -5
Micheal saw that Angel was looking at his rings, and he decided to take a risk. His manner up until now had been friendly, jovial, helpful, maybe a little naive, more than a little annoying. But pleasant enough.
The way he swayed his hips as he turned was a small indication for what Micheal wanted Angel to believe, how he would react would now determine things---would he be polite and agree despite his distaste and discomfort perhaps for a chance at getting the rings he flashed in the nuances of his movements...and to escape the threatening sleuths that seemed to be gathering around him...
or would he reject? Micheal was hoping for the first, though he knew it may be better to play it safe after such a close call. He thought all of this in a very passing subconcious manner, his smile widening appreciatively in response to Tarsus's advice.
Old man knows his way around the block he thought with grim amusement and twisted appreciation, even attraction I'd REALLY like to inspect him myself, then maybe find out just how hard those scales are.
Look but musn't touch. He knows his stuff. The girl is obviously dangerous, but her bravado makes her hard to take seriously.
He ran his paw through his hair and looked at Angel again, friendlily "I feel kinda bad for you, mate. Want to go get some coffee. I'll pay."
His manner was one of blunt, obtuse flirtatiousness of a person who thinks they are being coy--but are failing rather loudly.
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Post by squeaker11 on Mar 31, 2009 15:30:37 GMT -5
Angel heard what Sasha said, but didn't take it to heart. "I passed by a group of skyboarders that didn't seem to like me much. They're gone now, but it could have been one of them." Seeing what the Tiger was getting at, he pointed at Micheal, "He couldn't have done it, I didn't see him at all before I was tripped." The hyena explained. You're too trusting, Angel. The lion could have very well have done it. He took a small step away from Micheal. If he did it, why is he being so nice? Angel frowned, but it faded away at Micheal's request. "Sure. Coffee would be nice." He replied, glancing at the other two. Anything to get away from Sasha. She scared him. Plus, he'd get the chance to get that ring.
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