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Post by Clarice Ferguson on Apr 24, 2013 1:15:07 GMT -5
At eight P.M. Time Square was positively overwhelmed. Some people were just getting off work, while others were heading out for a night on the town. It was perfect, Clarice thought to herself. She always made the best money at this time of night. The lights cast strange colors down on the bustling streets, so her strange skin color was often taken as a mistake of the light. She loved it. All these unsuspecting humans? Hah, ripe for the taking.
Clarice pushed through the crowd, her pupil-less green eyes surveying the crowd. She pulled her hood over her head, hiding the vivid magenta hair from any potential victims. She needed to eat, and most of the time she made it a point to pickpocket the men wearing Gucci suits and the women sporting Prada bags and shoes. They wouldn't miss the missing money now would they? Sure they might be upset about losing their designer wallets but hey, a girls gotta eat.
Clarice finally spotted her mark across the street. Unaware of her presence, she moved towards the daddies girl. These young women were the easiest marks. And they usually had such a fantastic amount of cash on their person. She strolled towards the girl, ramming her body into the blond bimbo with enough force to send the girl sprawling to the ground with her purse. Clarice appeared surprised, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention! Holy shit, are you okay?" She asked, helping the girl to her feet and kneeling to pick up her purse for her.
It was then that she palmed the flat wallet with years of experience to make sure she didn't even see the slight of hand. The magenta skinned girl handed her the purse back, giving her another apologetic smile as the blond cursed her for staining her favorite blouse.
I'm sure daddy will just buy you a new one...
Nodding at her and apologizing once more she vanished into the crowd before the girl rifled through her purse. She didn't hear anyone screaming out thief or screaming in general so she assumed the girl was simply too thick to check her things in the first place.
Whatever, that suited her just fine.
She glanced around the crowed once more after looking at her take. A few shiny cards, and about forty bucks in cash. Hmm. She had expected more. Which meant some other unsuspecting shmuck needed to relinquish their wallet.
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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Apr 24, 2013 11:34:03 GMT -5
Jean-Paul Beaubier was wearing his nicest suit, he was on his way to a reunion between some athletes from his days as an Olympic skiing champion, they had decided to meet up in New York because they wanted to go here and it was what suited him best as he wouldn’t have the time to travel anywhere else right now with the big amount of work he had at the Mass. Academy.
He looked at his expensive Rolex watch, he was early, none of the others would be at the restaurant until a couple of hours had passed. He was just walking around slowly, wondering if he should go get something to eat, at the restaurant they would just eat small gourmet courses, it wasn’t exactly what would stop his hunger.
Slightly annoyed by the fact that he left so early and didn’t eat before leaving, he walked down the street looking for a place to eat, he was not tempted at all to have a greasy hamburger or hotdogs, he considered himself too good for such garbage.
His wallet was in his right pocket, in it was no cash at all, only a couple of cards and a picture of him and his sister Jeanne-Marie as kids, both smiling at the camera. The two kids with their silly smiles and pointy ears looked like two little elves. He looked around, trying to decide on a place to eat, not sure at all about what he wanted.
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