A Proposition of Sorts

Xeniaph
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A Proposition of Sorts Oct 31, 2009 14:22:03 GMT -5

Post by Xeniaph on Oct 31, 2009 14:22:03 GMT -5

I sauntered down a busy District 1 street, noticing the people as they passed me by: their hair, their clothes, purses or bags, pockets or chains, or some other strange and ostentatious accessory. So clueless. They're like sheep- Oh, great, I've reverted to the mind of a con artist. Let's just find a fleece and leave.
I almost fumbled for the thin knife hung in the concealed side of my belt. I'd passed a woman with a dress that must've been made of some type of Capitol, synthetic, designer material. It was flashy, and gaudy, and clearly super-expensive. My kind of dress, I thought with a grin and a grab of my knife. I prepared to walk and mug her bags, but someone darted out of the shadows. An older guy, in his late 20's maybe. He slit the strap of her bags, and blitzed into the crowd.

phunke guest	A Proposition of Sorts Nov 1, 2009 21:50:11 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by phunke on Nov 1, 2009 21:50:11 GMT -5 Is this thread open? If so, may I join as the girl who gets pickpocketed? My character's name is Evelyn Mardonne. kthx :]

Xeniaph Hunter [M:-150] 61 POSTS last seen Jan 31, 2011 20:38:03 GMT -5	A Proposition of Sorts Nov 5, 2009 16:59:55 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Xeniaph on Nov 5, 2009 16:59:55 GMT -5 O.C.: I'm sorry, but you'd have to ask Quint. It isn't really my post.

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A Proposition of Sorts Nov 5, 2009 22:08:20 GMT -5

Post by Quint on Nov 5, 2009 22:08:20 GMT -5

OCC: Sorry phunke. I would, but we don't really mean to go much into depth with the woman being robbed. She's just a victim. It wouldn't really work out, especially since she'll never get her purse back. I mean, we're both thieves.

Dorian Scofield

Dorian trotted around the streets, giddy for his brief return to District 1. It could only be temporary of course. Eventually, he'd have to return to the Uprising. He scanned the people, fixing his eyes on the women. Though, as good-looking as he was, he didn't really look at the women, but rather feasted his eyes on their jewelry.

At last, he caught something in sight. A beautiful woman. But more importantly, her bags. He slithered through the crowd, as he usually did his work quietly. He slipped out his knife and walked up casually behind the woman. He nipped the straps of the bag and began to run off, but that was before he saw the dress. It'd sell quiet well in the black market. He blitzed back and almost stumbled forth when he slit the the straps of her dress and literally peeled off her clothing.

The woman let out a scream, attempting to cover herself up, only being guarded by her bra and undergarments. Dorian ran into the crowd, smiling as he escaped.

He ran over behind an alley and made way to a nearby manhole leading to the sewers. Carefully and as stealthy as one could be, he climbed in, admiring his newly found bags and dress.

When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.

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