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Post by alecsherwood on Jul 23, 2011 21:38:05 GMT -5
ALEC JAMES SHERWOOD The Wandering Goose that night wasn't too awfully busy for it being seven. It was actually rather empty compared to normal. It being "rather empty" was actually it being a little less than half full. This relieved him, slightly. He was supposed to meet a girl there. Spirit, was her name, or well, her middle name. He met her on an online chat the other night. She acted like a thief, not answering the question about what she did for a living directly. In fact, she worked part time at a theater in the costume department. A perfect place to get disguises to use in hiding from the police.
After noting that she might be a thief, he asked for her help with a riddle. That riddle was the riddle thieves used in order to find other thieves. It was a weird way, but it worked, and nobody had caught on yet. She had answered it correctly and they agreed to meeting up here. Just to make sure that she was a good thief, or at least, a thief that wouldn't give away her location. If she didn't give away her location, then she wouldn't give away any plans. She once again passed this test, even though she might not have seen it as a test, by telling him that they should just meet up here. After a bit of flirting, or an exchange of compliments, whichever way you preferred to look at it, they got off.
Standing in the doorway, Alec glanced around the family cafe, searching for a girl that looked like her picture on the chat. Not seeing her, he made his way to a corner booth, slipping his slim, lean frame through the throng of people as they left and entered the restaurant. He slid into the booth, leaning against the corner and drumming his fingers on the table. He waited for her, glancing at the clock every five minutes. Six-fourty. He had arrived early. Scratching his chin he wondered if he should have came later... wouldn't want to seem too eager now. A waitress came over and he glanced up at her through his blue eyes.
"May I take your order, sir?" She asked politely, pulling up a notepad and a pen.
Flashing her a white smile, he declined. "I'm not ready," Alec told her, waving her away with his hand. "Come back later, say... sevenish?" He shrugged, hoping maybe she would be there by then. It was the time they were supposed to meet, anyway.
With a small giggle and a slight blush at his smile, the waitress hustled away to take other orders. He watched her go before returning his gaze to the door, fighting the urge to lit up a cigarette. He couldn't smoke in a restaurant, and a family one at that. So he impatiently waited for Spirit's arrival, trying to figure up a way to get her to agree to a heist with him.
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Post by hedgiecx on Jul 24, 2011 1:12:47 GMT -5
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[/b][/i][/color][/font]  - you've been struck by a smooth criminal-[/b][/i][/color][/font][/center]
This was probably the best day Spirit Lee had for a while. Not that all her days weren't good days, it's just... how often did you find other theives online in some little chatroom she had been frequenting the past few days? How often did they actually use the riddle she loved so much? And how often were they this damn attractive? Sure, it was just a little icon next to a smidgen of a name, but still. He wasn't ugly, and she could tell. Spirit had a sixth sense about these things.
Well, not really. She was actually inept with relationships. But crushes were a totally different thing. And besides, if she did have a sixth sense, it would be for lies or theft or something, obviously.
She had gotten off the computer and immediatley began pondering what to wear. I mean, did she want to go as herself, or as someone else? This was a first encounter, so she had to be careful in case it didn't go well. Appearances were something usually classified by hair and eye color, so she would start with that. She chose a wig that had gone unnoticed at the theater. It was a blonde, close enough to her hair color on her icon...
Oh right, the icon. He already knew what she looked like. Well, that's what you get. A con in a chatroom was not a good idea to begin with.
Well, now that that was settled, she moved to her clothing. It wasn't a date-date, so she shouldn't really dress up. That left... oh, well. Just go with jeans and a nicer t-shirt. Which was herself, in a way...
Whoa, since when did Spirit ever dress as herself? Since when did she even know herself? Part of the reason for her constant disguises was that she had trouble knowing who she really was. Which was a deep, but small part of the trademark of the con-woman. The main reason, of course, was not getting identified and eventually caught.
Oh my god, getting caught and put in prison would be worse than death. Definitely. It would mean getting disowned by her family and all her resources getting cut off.
Wow, her mind was wandering. Time for sleep.
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[/b][/i][/color][/font] Spirit made her way into The Wandering Goose at exactly seven o'clock. Not early, not late. On time. That was how she liked to roll, because on time meant no failure, to Spirit at least. Oh, it was rather empty in there. Which could be good or bad. For one, it was easier to overhear particularily scandalous conversations about an art heist she had been meaning to pull off. Which reminded her of the bag she had, containing a picture and a brochure for a very special showing at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. But that was to be saved for when she actually found hi- There he was. Sitting at a table, alone. This was it. Finally, she might have a partner in crime, to pull off the heists she reluctantly admitted were impossible to do alone. That was, of course, if she actually went and sat at the table instead of standing there looking like an idiot. Spirit sat down at the table across from him. Oh, his icon did not do him justice. He was much more attractive than she had thought before- Which she would not let get in way of the heist. Not. A. Chance. "Well look at you, early. How long have you been waiting?"[/blockquote][/blockquote] notes; SOOO LONG/RAMBLY. D: 613 WORDS. SRSLY. OUTFIT |
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Post by alecsherwood on Jul 24, 2011 20:47:16 GMT -5
ALEC JAMES SHERWOOD There she was. He was just absentmindedly drumming his fingers, wondering wy he had come early, especially since he hated being late or early. She was exactly on time, and his first thought was, "DAMN!" Her picture did not even begin to describe her beauty. Then again, what would a tiny icon that was only a few pixels wide do for anyone?
She caught sight of him and he smiled, giving her a tiny wave. "Well look at you, early. How long have you been waiting?"
Alec shook his head. "Nah, I've only been here a few minutes. Just long enough to grab a booth in the back." He winked at her, then became serious. "You do know why you are here, right?" He questioned, resting his chin on his his hands. His blue gaze was steady as he watched Spirit, profiling her silently in his head.
note: fail reply. i apologise.
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Post by hedgiecx on Jul 27, 2011 11:22:49 GMT -5
"I know why I'm here," she said with a laugh, looking around to see if anyone was listening. Then she switched to a more hushed tone, just in case. You never knew who could be listening, watching, etc.
But, still afraid that the empty air of the cafe would not provide enough cover, she switched to discreetness instead. She reached in her bag and took out the brochure. "I haven't been to the museum in forever, you know. And I've been wanting to see this display since before it even came here. It's never fun to go to a museum alone; would you like to come with me?"
Translation: There was something in this display I've been eyeing for a while and now that it's here it's the perfect oppurtunity. Help me steal it?
She was certain he would be a very good partner in crime. Look at him with his trustworthy face.
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