Ryan
*Time was indeed cyclical. Once again he found himself standing in a town square, looking up into the evening sky. The bruised purple sky was streaked with violent reds and bursting oranges as puffs of lone clouds hurried along the skyline as if they had important matters to attend to. Curiously, the moon that hung in the sky almost looked to stutter, shifting back a frame or two. That sort of movement would never be noticed by any passer by but for one taking in the sights, perhaps he was staring too hard. 

Tapping his cane against the stone walkway he stood upon he directed his attention towards the large fountain structure that every town square seemed to have and stepped a few paces towards it, leaning himself heavily on his cane as his free hand dug into the pocket of his vestment. Fishing out a half-dollar piece he flicked it into the air with a satisfyingly loud **Plink**, catching it in his palm and tossing it into the fountain. His aim was not to make a wish, but to satisfy a long standing pact and tradition he had made with himself long ago to his childhood self. He smiled to himself in the reflection of the rippling water, pleased it was disturbed by the consistent spray from the water feature.*

"Well. That felt... Nice." 

*A large black raven swooped down onto the ledge of the fountain, its head cocking to the side up at him before tossing the small rusted coin it held in it's beak into the water, its wings opening and loudly beating at the air to take off and soar to some near by light pole.*

"You're such a cheapskate Locke. It's not even that shiny." 

*He chortled to himself as he turned back to his avian friend, grunting softly as he turned and began stepping towards a bench to sit at and enjoy the cool evening air before trying the local coffee spot.*

*Taking a seat down onto the bench he'd spend a moment walking towards he let out a relieved sigh as his hand dipped into the side pocket of his jacket, producing three items in its dexterous grip. The flask he held ballanced betwen his ring and little finger, with a sudden messured flick of his wrist the pack of cigarette box pushed a single square up out of the hole in the packaging. Lightly taking the smoke between his lips he tucked the cigarette box back into his jacket, rolling the end of the box lighter between his thumb and palm. The flint struck and lit up as he turned his head to the side to dip the tip of the smoke into the thimble of flame. He puffed and shook his hand to put out the small flame, Inhaling he pocketed the lighter and screwed off the top of the flask.*

*A puff of smoke left his lips as he broght the opened flask up to his mouth and tilt his head back, letting the burn from the smoke get smoothed out by the tinge of whiskey. Barret sighed deeply and placed the cigarette back between his lips, content of leaving it there as he realaxed in the bench. He lowered the flask down and watched the sky darken, stars, rather what could be percived as starts came out. There was no pattern he could discern from the twinkling that slowly filled the night, the moon continued to stand out to him as it stuttered in its slight panning motion. Taking another long drag in he lift his hand holding the flask to pull the cig from his mouth and ashed it away from his clothes. He exhaled a plume of smoke as the opened flask was once again tilted back to fill his mouth with more drink.*

*Once more he placed the small nibbing of smoke into his mouth as he closed the top of his flask, slowly sitting up to look around at the square, It was quiet and empty besides a few folks passing through to the other shops and areas around. The large raven fluttered down and landed on the backing of the bench, snatching the nearly burnt out smoke from him and walked alo

Ng the edge to toss it into the garbage. The raven croaked and imitated a coughing noise.* 

"I've had worse in my body. Smoke is not even in the top five of horrid substances i've consumed. But your concern is endearing."
Marjorie
- Someone new strolled into the town. His eyes remained locked down on the ground while he shoved past people. Swearing came from others as he bumped on by, but he merely responded with a middle finger and a "Yeah yeah, i don't give a damn." He swung the keys of 'his' car on his fingers, looking around to find out where he parked. Nothing in sight. He sighed, continuing to walk around in search for 'his' vehicle. -

*Slowly, he turned, adjusting his clothing every once in a few moments. His hoodie kept getting caught between his legs, while made him trip and stumble often. But what did he expect? It was almost down to his knees.*
Ryan
*Barret sat up, his hand tucking into his jacket to slip away the flask. He coughed and cleared his throat as he lowered his gaze to the small gathering of people. He was always interested in people watching and learned something from the crowds of any city he'd encoutered, anyone that sticks out is worth paying attention to. He chuckled to himself as the person tripped over themselves, stopping suddenly as the crow that was at his side lept off the bench and began acting on its own.*

"This can't be good..."

*The crow named Locke climbed the air, towards the shine of the car keys. The jingle was a sort of call out to the crow to take them. Silently swooping down its large black feet scooped the keys off their finger and cawed out in a mocking sort of laugh. During this, Barret slowly lift himself up off the bench and began making the trek over to the undoubtedly stressed victim of his clepto crow compatriot*
Marjorie
*He looked up towards the crow, grumbling. His eyes locked onto the animal, as he was about to shoot it down with his glare. He jumped up and down, yelling at the crow to return his keys.*

"COME ON GIVE THEM BACK, I CAN'T WALK HOME."

*However, his yelling was pretty much pointless. He knew crows were smart but this one decided to taunt him. He now had a sudden disliking for crows. He even hopped up on someones shoulders, which only instigated the person to throw the small male off. He slapped them on the head tho, which meant "Shut up or i'll beat your head in.". He stood on the person's shoulders, trying to reach for the keys.*
Ryan
*The crow shook the keys in its beak, pecking at the various items on the keyring, cawing and working at it. Barret approached the commotion and made his pressence known with a paticularly loud tap of his cane. His voice came out weak sounding, gruff and much older sounding than he actually was.* 

"Locke, stop teasing the young one. Here."

*The crow stopped taunting them with its loud laughter like cawing, hopping down from the tree and gliding towards Barret's shoulder. Reaching up with a free hand to work the keys from the beak. It cawed loudly and pecked at Barret's hand again pointing its beak at a paticular keychain.* 

"Oh. It seems Locke was enamored with this cute bunny shaped hand mirror hanging off your keys. Big fan of cute things huh?"
Marjorie
*He hopped down from the person's shoulders, revealing his height. He met the pavement with a quiet thud, looking up towards the man. His eyes widened. He was a GIANT compared to him. Desperately he tried to stumble some sort of words.*

"I-..I-..U-..Uh..-wh-.."

*He couldn't get a single word out. He shook his head, trying to answer how he was so calm. He was shocked. Why didn't the crow just fly off? Why didn't he run with his keys? Why was he even SPEAKING to him? It then hit him. Those weren't even his keys. So naturally, he did what he was best at. Lying.*

"Oh- uh, yeah- real big fan. I saw it at the store and decided to add it!"

*He faked a smile. It looked convincing and real, but his body language deflected his smile instantly. His hands were balled into fists, his arms shaking, and he still had a cold glare that could remove anyone from existence if looked at wrong. There was something sketchy about this person..*
Ryan
*Barret offered a kind look, smiling enough that his eye movement could be hidden as he scanned them over taking mental notes of the various bodily cues this person displayed. Barret kept himself hunched over his cane and went to move closer, feigning a more pronounced limp in his step. He looked at the back of the keys for a moment and perked an eyebrow.* 

"Well. I suppose I can't argue with that. Gimbels gifts for girl's is open for just about everyone. I'm sure a strapping young lad such as yourself was trolling around looking for girls in there then." 

*The crow on his shoulder cawed in laughter and pecked at the mirror, nearly pulling the keys back out of his own hands. Barret scolded the crow and pulled the keys a bit further away. Laughing, Barret cleared his throat and spoke up again.*

"I know you've said you were a big fan of this bunny. But would you mind If I pulled it off for Locke. He seems to really want the shiny thing. Bird brain and all that you know."
Marjorie
*He blinked, a slight tint of red covering his face. Embarrassment perhaps.*

"Oh no- I'm not looking for any chicks, nor trolling to get myself in a place like that. I'm actually... Er, y'know, like this normally."

*His eyes turned to the bird, frowning, then back up towards the man.*

"Keep the bunny. I can always buy a new one anyway."

*His voice was more calmer now. His aggressive body language was cooled off too. A slight sigh escaped him as he looked around. Most likely trying to find a bar.*

"Oh uh- thanks, by the way."
Ryan
*Barret nodded and worked the bunny key bit off the keyring, careful not to remove any other keys in the process. His hand deftly tossed the keys up towards the bird, Locke caught them and hopped down off his shoulder. It hopped quickly enough over to them, dropping the keys at their feet looking up at them with tiny eyes. The crow croaked a little before pointing its beak down to the ground to almost emulate shame.*

"Sorry."

*The birds voice was odd and only sort of reminiscent of a humans voice. Barret nodded and spoke up getnly.* 

"Locke doesn't normaly feel shame for stealing trinkets. But I suppose it felt a certain ammount of frustration it had caused you."
Marjorie
*He only nodded, grabbing the keys from the ground.*

"Don't worry, it's not a problem."

*He thought for a moment, glancing down the road.*

"..Care to go for a walk?"
Ryan
*Barret took a look down the road they did and shrugged lightly he took a moment to gather himself, the crow hopping back up onto his shoulder.*

"Sure. I don't see why not. As long as you don't mind slowing your pace a bit. The knee isn't what it used to be since that shipwreak years ago."

*The crow took off of Barret's shoulder and and flew ahead of them, circling back once it got too far out and perching on a few lamp posts as if it were an advanced watch for the man as he hobbled behind. His cane clicking against the sidewalk.*
Marjorie
*He nodded.*

"That's alright with me!"

*He smiled, skipping down the road and past people.*

*He walked around, smiling slightly.*

"So, what do you do for fun?"
Ryan
*Barret continued to try and keep pace with them. Thinking to himself for a moment before answering.* 
"I don't have much fun nowadays. Normally it's drinking to numb or I'm making deliveries."

*He paused for a moment and chuckled softly.*

"Though I suppose when I drink a bit too much there is some fun to be had."
Marjorie
"Oh? You drink?"

*His face lit up like a candle, jumping up and down slightly like a child.*

"Wait, have you ever had a bar fight?!"
Ryan
*Barret laughed and nodded his head a bit.*

"Only a few years ago I was a sailor if that speaks to ya bout fightin. Bar fights are a hoot I'm sure. Piss drunk and fighting during a storm is another thing all together."
Marjorie
*He snickered to himself.*

"They are the best! Especially when you're that underdog fighting some big dude and you win!"

*He must of been talking about a previous fight..*
Ryan
*He nodded, a nostalgic smile picking up the corner of his mouth.*

"It can be exciting for certain. Something can be said about the scrappy underdog taking on the Goliath. It's a tale older than time. Yet. People still underestimate the low card."
Marjorie
*He smiled.*

"Right?!"

*He noticed his car from a distance away. It was beat up, but the most obvious thing about it was the smashed up window. Perhaps he shouldn't of mentioned that.*

"Welll... Maybe... There's one here?"
Ryan
*An eyebrow raised as he observed the surroundings. The broken window of the vehicle stood out as an oddity but he made no actions that were out of the ordinary. Though he felt himself tensing, putting pressure on his knee to not rely so heavily on his cane.*

"If there is. Let it come."

*He spoke with a soft grin*
Marjorie
*He jumped up and down, even jumping and doing a handstand. It was impressive, to say the least. But he laughed with pure joy and excitement.*

"YES! Let's go find one!"
Ryan
*Barret shook his head, chuckling as a cough came up. He covered his mouth and cleared his throat. His hand dipped into his vest pocket and pulled out his flask of whiskey. Taking a good pull from it he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before offering the flask out to the lad.*

"Now now. This place is teeming with riffraff and all sorts of deegen activities. I'm sure we wouldn't need to look all that hard."
Marjorie
*He grinned, looking at Barret.*

"Riffraff and degen activities? I mean.."

*He paused for a moment.*

"...I meann... I'm not complaining."

*He grinned again, randomly lifting his hoodie up to some stranger. Of course there was a shirt underneath, but possible flirtiness?*
Ryan
*Barret walked towards them, his hand putting the whiskey flask back into his jacket. He spoke frankly, leaning himself against the vehicle as he pulled his smokes from the vest. His demeanor seemed to shift from being an estranged older man to a sharpened trench hound.*

"You've got a certain moxie about you that I can appreciate. I kinda think you'd have done great aboard a vessel. Maybe not the Glass sea per say. No one need be on that cursed water."

*He lit up a smoke he had worked into his lips and began to drag from it, the cherry from the lit square illuminated his face for a moment in a red glow.*

"You do running? Smuggle work that is. Or are you only out here looking for a good time?"
Marjorie
"Nah. Just work on cars. Never really had a 'good time', if I'm being completely honest."

*He tossed 'his' keys in his hand, catching them a few times. His eyes were locked onto them, before glancing up at the giant.*

"And smugglin? To be honest, it all depends on what. I've stolen here and there, but always got caught by some upper class people. Then again... Hidden weapons do give me an advantage. *If* There are no cops around."

*He glanced at the vehicle, grinning.*
Ryan
*Barret was pleased the lad was being level with him. The man straightened his back out as he took another deep drag from his smoke, exhaling as he spoke.*

"Good. Sounds like you'd benefit from a reliable connection then. Stealin is always going to attract attention. Moving product. That's the ticket."

*Barret finished the last of his cigarette and flicked it out. Putting the butt into a pocket of his jacket.*

"I've been sitting on some knowledge for a moment now. Want a piece? Been looking for a set of wheels that can help move this shipment I've been hiding from the dock workers. It's just gathering dust right now and can potentially get me some better funds for other opportunities. Just drive. And you'll be sitting pretty in no time."
Marjorie
*He thought for a moment, grinning.*

"Welll... I do got a vehicle. How big are you talkin?"

*He tilted his head. He looked interested.*
Ryan
*He clapped his hands together and grinned, he gripped his cane and stood up from leaning against the car.*

"Well the product will fit in just about anything with a bit of trunk space and a larger back seat. If you're gonna ask what it is. I'd rather not tell as it's some stuff that the upper elite would love to get their hands on for a fraction of the cost anyone else will sell it to them for."
Marjorie
*He cracked his knuckles.*

"Don't gotta know. However, you're gonna need something that isn't obvious."

*He thought for a moment, narrowing his eyes.*

"Dock workers... So if you want to get this stuff, you're gonna have to blend in. Vehicle, and outfit. Most of them I see drive a truck. So... A truck would be suitable if you really wanna take it to the 'blend in' thing. Quad-cab would also be better so you can store it in the backseats, and then there's also the bed, but a canopy would be needed, dark tinted windows in order to hide the stuff that you plan on stealing."

*He exhaled, putting his hands on his hips.*