A Tisket a tasket a raincloud in a basket

[reiko]

The air hung heavy around the streets, simply breathing caused ones mouth to be dampened. Humidity was not an unusual weather factor but it was not at all a favorite of Furrow Reinro's. He sat on the curb of a well-worn street, forming little grey clouds with every exhalation he made. The precipitation in the air was however the last thing on his mind, he was rather hungry.
Now one must understand that you generally need money to purchase food, Furrow lacked currency in any and all forms. The furry feline held a wicker basket in his paws, filled to the top with what appeared to be fruit of some kind. Winter pears to be precise, one of the few types of fruit that could grow in frigid temperatures and one of the many types that Furrow had managed to swipe off of a fruit stand.
The basket of pears was merely a prop, he would simply walk up to a bystander and offer them a pear. The catch was that each pear with the exception of the bottom one had discoloration to them (Furrow made a point to avoid high risk and to simply steal spoiled produce from waste bins) upon finding the discolored pear he would tell them to grab another one, assuring the victim that not all of the fruit he had looked like that. One by one the bystander would search through the rather large basket, as he or she did Furrow made it his business to set the basket on the ground (claiming it was heavy) then he would walk behind the person and his real skill came to use.
This trick had worked numerous times, and thanks to it he had successfully stolen numerous items including three pocket watches and two laser pointers. The greatest risk of course was replenishing his pears, pre-spoiled pears rotted much too fast so if he didnt run into anyone soon he would have to toss them away and start again. Still he stood there, ears errect listening for the happy sounds of boots scraping padding against the sidewalk.

[Adeline]

Hector Adino had been lolling about in the streetcorners, trying to find the latest plant products. Price of course, was no option, as he was a member of the famously wealthy Adino clan. His planting shovel was getting a bit rusty in the latest rainy and cold weather and he was looking for some nice fresh meat to win over Gustav, one of the carnivorous plants he looked over in the Gardens. Gustav was one of the most wary of the plants he had met, not sure whether or not Hector was a face to be trusted. Bringing the plant real meat, good meat, was certainly to help gain the trust of the beautiful, yet dangerous plant.

Hector had already found an adequate tool, and he knew where to get the meat, but for now he was just walking in the damp air, getting quite hungry himself. He was also getting very sweaty in the humidity, especially wearing his red velvet cloak, but it was still pretty cold outside, so the humidity wasn't as bad as it good be. In his cloak's inside pocket, the pocket specially woven in the cloak for him by his older sister Lenore, Hector had his wallet, which contained a considerable amount of cash. He also had a few dollars and some spare change in his back pocket, but that was always covered by the long back of his cloak. All in all, he probably would have been a rather difficult person to steal from, especially when he noticed and started whacking you with his staff.

[reiko]

((ooOOooh I do not believe this will turn out well for young Furrow haha))

Green eyes narrowed into suspicious yet eager slits, What have we here? Furrow smiled as he spotted a cloaked panther walking along the street corners. Though still a fair bit away the anxious cat began to study his target of interest. The cloak told Furrow that obviously this was a man of some wealth as often wealthy men did their best to layer themselves in clothing that hid any exposed pockets and pouches. The large staff was even more of a concern, hidden pockets was one thing but you don't want to get in the way of a man and his valuables when he has something to hit you with.
Still Furrow eyed up Hector, how could he approach him? Or better yet should he approach him? A loud rumble from his squelchingly empty stomach told him yes. Now to think of a plan. Surely he could try his basket trick-he winced at the thought of hard wood hitting his noggin-but if that failed he would lose the chance to approach him again.
Then it came to him. Like an epiphany from above, a light in a dark hallway. Furrow darted into an alleyway, dashed nervously about before stopping at a half-frozen over puddle. Suddenly he dropped to the ground, and furiously rolled around in the dirt, covering his clothing in filth. He took his plan a step further and reached in his pouch and pulled out a berry of sorts. This small, tangy fruit appeared green on the outside but if you penetrated its thin skin you would find that it was filled with a thick, dark red fluid.
His heart began to race as he smashed the berry against his cheek, giving it the appearance of a fresh wound. Young Furrow Reinro perfected his now sad appearance by selecting a fine grain of sand off of the road and gently dropping it into his eye. Doing so caused his eye to tear up instantly, once one eye got crying it was no problem to make the other one do the same. As he stumbled out of the alley Furrow ruffled his fur, fluffing it up as he had noticed that this made him look even younger.
"Gone! He's Gone!" the feline wailed as he threw himself towards Hector's direction. He stopped in mid step, half tripped then continued with his sniffling. He was really quite good with acting, big juicy tears welling up in his eyes and pouring down his cheeks. With a small voice he let out thin stifled whimpers, truthfully the black kitty did appear to be considerably younger than the reality of him was.

[Adeline]

((damn....nice))

Hector turned in the direction of the wails. With an irreprisable weakness for helping those in need, the panther immediately took pity on the young cat. As Hector walked towards the poor soul, he approached him with curiousity, but kept his distance, just in case. The nineteen year old certainly didn't want to be the victim of a lie, and he most definitely would not tolerate it if his cloak was ruined in any way.

"Who's gone?" Hector asked apprehensively, noting the red stream flowing down the cat's face, and how immensely dirty he was. "I haven't seen anyone pass by here at all."

Inquisitively curious as he was, the panther really was dying on the inside to find out who this kid was looking for, why he was looking for him, and why he was crying and looked as if he was just beaten up. And, on top of that, he was looking to help the cat in anyway he could. Hector couldn't place an exact age on the feline, but knew he had to still be in his teens...maybe early twenties, but that didn't really seem possible. Hector felt much older than this poor creature.

[reiko]

((awe poor Hector, so eager to help...when this stupid lil runt is just looking for a quick scheme))

It was then that it had occured to Furrow that he really hadnt thought this far ahead...exactly who was he looking for? He let out several loud sobs then racked his imensley small brain for any ideas. *pop* it occured to him. He could be looking for his long lost friend, after all Thrice was indeed lost as far as Furrow was concerned, he hadnt seen the calico in nearly two years now.
"M-m-my friend...h-h-he gone and disappeared...I miss him so much!" he wailed taking a step closer to the panther. His eyes, though blurred with tears ran up and down the anthro's cloak, looking for anything that he could eventually get his paws on.
"I told him I wouldnt leave him, and i wandered off and now I can't find him!" Furrow Reinro had decided that today Thrice would be playing the role of Furrow's long lost brother who cruely got seperated from him while little Furrow was busy looking at fresh pears. It seemed a likely story. Young Reinro looked up at Hector with big, bulging eyes. It occured to Furrow that this cat was in reality no older then Furrow himself, he had only hoped that Hector himself had not realized this too, as most beasts are more willing to take pity on a twelve year old beast then a near-twenty beast.
He took one step closer, and then dropped onto the cement, his legs splayed out beneath him. The black cat sniffled several more times, rubbing his eyes and making a scene. He could not help but feel very proud of his performance, it had been a while since he had tried to play out such a role. He gazed up at the greying sky, rolling his eyes upward and letting his tongue loll to the side a bit- intending to show utter dispair.
Furrow didnt wait for the big panther's reply, oh no, he kept on playing it out, "I'm a terrible brother...I was supposed to watch him, he was my best friend and he's gone now! Gone!" He staggered to his feet, displaying a clever look of anguish then shut his mouth and waited to see if Hector was buying his performance. He glanced to the left, if all went wrong and his performance turned to be weak he could simply make a dash down the alley and escape that way.

[Adeline]

"Hey, hey, hey. Kid, calm down! We'll find your brother, don't worry. How old are you?" Hector asked in exasperation. Even if the cat was 12 or 13, the youngest possible age he could possibly be, he was still acting a little childish and overreacting way too much. It seemed a little too much to be true, actually. And, if this cat was just looking for his brother, why was he covered in dirt and what looked like blood?

The panther was unsure whether or not to trust the pathetic looking cat in front of him, but he would try to help to the best of his ability as long as he was still sure it wasn't all a total scam. Even if it was, the cat had a reason for needing to scam other people, and could probably use some help regardless. Hector was too kind to let others continue with stealing and scamming when they could live just fine with a proper job, as long as they had someone help start them off. People were always needed to help Hector take care of the Adino gardens, and the panther certainly had money enough to help every single poor sould on this island. The richest family in town, they already donated millions of dollars to the charities and orphanages, what was another thousand or so?

[reiko]

Don't overdo it... a slight change in expression told Furrow he had gone a little too far...but how could he help himself? It wasn't his fault he was a drama queen. He decided it was best to play out his emotions as they had been when he had first realized that his friend Thrice actually had left. He recalled the pain, the neglect and the sharp pang of rejection. Surely Thrice hadn't actually meant to leave him.
The tears were real this time.
He shook his head free of thoughts. Mustn't lose thought of the original plan. He looked up at Hector, "fourteen." He choked on his tears, he did not think it to be wise to give away his real age, such honesty was discouraged in his line of work. Furrow wondered if he hadn't gotten himself in too far. But if all went wrong at least he was actually searching for someone who had indeed actually been lost. Afterall Thrice was pretty much like a brother to Furrow...or rather had been.
Furrow sat down, this hadn't been such a good idea. He didnt know that attempting to bring up Thrice in his scheme would have caused him to feel so emotional. He sat down on the cold, frosted sidewalk. His bare footpaws clenched to try to retain heat. Thoughts and memories washed over Furrow. Then his mind wandered back over to his plan. Perhaps he would let that lie for a bit longer, gain the panther's trust a bit more. Besides who knows? Maybe he could actually find Thrice.

[Adeline]

"Alright, fourteen," Hector said, still not totally trusting the cat, but sitting down next to him in a gesture of kindness. "Next question. Forgive me if I'm barraging you, but I think it'll be easier to find your brother if I know more about you and the situation you're in." Damn he sounded like a police officer or something, Hector thought as he continued, "How come you're all beat up and look like you're covered in blood?"

The kid's tears looked real now, but he still wasn't sure. For all he knew, this could be a scam to get his money. However, if the cat really did need help, he didn't want to blow the poor thing off.

(forgive the shortness, lacking muse and time ^^)

[reiko]

((oh thats quite ok, i dont mind at all. Btw forgive me if i have no clue where this thread is going , im just making it up as i go lol))

"His name was Thrice. He's the only family I have and I can't find him anywhere! I last saw him down near a fish market, we got separated and I havnt seen him since." This was mostly true, the last time he had seen the calico was when they were picketing down at an old fish market, however that had been nearly two years ago.
Now the "blood" and "bruises" were not there for any particular reason, he had added them on merely for symphathy and to be able to add on to his story if he felt the need. To much dismay he had no need for them at this time so he figured it was best to make up some little ditty to excuse his current appearance.
"Oh, that? I had a bad run in with a guy carrying a two by four, he wasn't looking where he was going and well you can see the results," he lied straight through his well polished teeth.
Furrow figured it was best not to try anything with this man, undoubtedly he had valuables of some sort on him but he didn't know if he now would be a good opportune moment.
Just wait...see where this goes...who knows? You may get more than just pitty change out of this.

[Adeline]

Hector nodded, politely listening. It still seemed that there was a lot of coincidence involved in a 14 year old losing his best friend brother and getting knocked by a two by four in the same day, but, Hector was a nice panther who only wanted to help. "Well, when was the last time you saw...Thrice?" The panther asked, looking intently into the small cat's eyes. Hector just wanted to help people. He hated seeing anyone in physical pain or monetary trouble. Unless he didn't like the person...then he would wish hell upon him...maybe even set loose a few of the carnivorous plants...

((I'm really sorry, I guess Hector just isn't the character who gives me muse...now...if you were to RP with Adeline, it'd be different, but, I'll keep the RP going, don't worry, I'm just sry about the lack of post and character depth))