Doug
*Horace trudged through the darkened, muddy streets of the large city of elves. His brown boots muddied and dirty, though the brown mud matched the footwear's color. A little ironic as being dirty seemed to match the elf's natural state as well. Horace would yawn slightly, glancing around at those in sight. Not many people were out at this time of night, though the streets were still moderately crowded. It was late and the elf could feel his tiredness weighing on him as the sound of thunder echoed around. The thief just wanted to get some rest at this point, maybe some food too as he still hadn't eaten. Though with the incoming storm, sleeping outside wasn't an option and not many places were open. He'd have to get himself into an inn somehow, though that would be a little difficult. It was always a gamble with Inns, all depending on if his wanted poster was up or not.*

*Continuing down the semi-populated streets, a man with a fancy looking dress would catch his eye. He seemed to be looking at some items though a large store window. "Looks like some rich guy's goin shopping eh?" The elf would mumble to himself. If he did this right, he could make off with a full wallet and find a good place to rest! Though that was easier said than done. Maneuvering though the street and dodging those within, Horace would soon arrive next to the fancy man. The thief would look into the window as well, as if nothing was going to happen. To this, the rich man would only glace over at the elf before looking back at the store.*

*Horace would give a hidden, smug smile at this, before continuing with his act. The thief would sigh, as if disappointed before turning towards the other man. He'd try to walk past the fancy macen, but would 'accidentally' bump into him. In that small moment of confusion, Horace's hand would slip into the rich man's pocket, taking out a small bag of golden coins.*

*The elf would look over to the man with a fake, apologetic look before hiding the bag in his own pocket.*
"Oh, sorry 'bout that. Have a nice night." *Horace would say apologetically.*

"Ah... Its quite alright sir, you have a nice night as well." 
*The man would also say with a warm expression. The Macen seemed to be unaware of what Horace had done. Though just to be safe, the man would reach into his pockets only to find them empty! The warm expression held moments ago would turn to shock as he notice's the stranger run into the crowd. The fancy man almost looked confused before realizing what had happened, his expression becoming angered. The Macen would soon take off into the crowd after the thief with a face red with anger. He would shout these words, along with other profanities not to be mentioned in polite company.*
"Get back here you damn filthy thief!"
Caridad
After meeting her new 'pet' in the forest a few days ago, Mai took the small creature made of stone to a secret place where she usually stays so that she could ensure the safety of the little friend. Coming to a city near her 'home', or at least where Mai used to go to rest and hide her things, the woman was looking for a job so she could earn some money. Both killer and dancer jobs did not come to her during the day, just a few annoying people who asked her where any place or business was. Dressed in her normal clothes, bought again after her old ones burned in the fire on a mission in which the woman participated, Mai walked the streets with the usual cold expression and a little frustration for not getting any work. Some say that walking the streets at night is not safe for a young woman, but for Mai it was the perfect time for her to have fun, in many different ways

When the night finally came, Mai covered herself with her black coat and put the hood over her head, preferring not to have eye contact with the people who were close to her. Next to her was a family with their two children and a small dog, all smiling and walking home to sleep and warm up. That scene made Mai smile and warmed her heart, seeing a scene she once participated in left her with a mixture of feelings of sadness and happiness. Right behind them, there was a familiar face and a man dressed in clothes that could be judged as someone rich. The familiar face, despite being difficult to see because of the dark, could only be Horace. After all, the only person she knew at the time was the thief.

Standing on the other side of the street, Mai could more or less watch the scene among the few people walking near them. Mai still remembered the day the elf tried to steal her, and worst of all, she hadn't noticed. At least after that he returned the knife he had stolen. 'Still stealing the same way as before. And people almost always notice.' She thought with a small laugh escaping her lips.

Seeing that it didn't really work again, Mai watched the two men walk through the crowd and followed them. Maybe out of curiosity, or maybe just because she wanted to talk to her friend. Taking advantage of the fact that the scene caused a little confusion among the crowd, Mai took the opportunity to steal some silver coins that a young man carried and displayed with his hand. The man tried to look for who had stolen it, but he cannot find the woman because of the crowd and the people who wore coats similar to hers. Holding the coins in her right hand, Mai tucked them in her clothes and smirked. *'Are people still that careless? My God.'* She continued to follow the Elf and the Macen.
Doug
*Horace would carefully maneuver himself through the crowd as he attempted to escape the fancy man. His muddied shoes briskly and quietly walking along the stone street. Despite the earlier failure it seemed Horace was doing quite well which was a little odd. The more the two moved the more Horace found the man's angry ramblings annoying. After all, what good were curses and death threats to a thief who was on the run? The thief would attempt to tune the man out, focusing on getting the hell out. Though as he thought about escape routes, he realized what a good situation he was in. Running through a crowd of people who were bound to have a couple coins to spare? It would be such a waste not to take advantage. And so Horace would begin his stealing spree, pickpocketing all he bumped into. By the end of the run, Horace would of collected about 6 small bags of silver coins, about 5 coins in each.*

*Soon enough, a darkened alley way would come into view. Seeing this, the elf would decide to run into the alleyway as an attempt to escape. Though to the thief's dismay, there would be no escape, only a wall.*
"Shit, dead end..." *Horace mumbled to himself, slightly panicked.*

*The fancy man would soon arrive at the entrance of the alleyway, seemingly out of breath. He'd drop to his knees, allowing his nice pants to get dirty from the muddy floor. Though the man himself would pay no mind to this as he seemed very exhausted. This was sort of to be expected, as his figure was quite round and non athletic. Slowly, he'd regain his breath as Horace drew his dagger in defense. But the man seemed to be less angry now and more sad.*
"Please, i beg of you! Return the money to me... I need to buy a present for my son's birthday. We just lost my wife you see... Everyone at the home seems to be depressed, my son especially... He's a lonely and his mother was the world to him! I only wanted to buy a gift to try to cheer them up with a good 'ol birth day party!"

"W-what?"
*Horace would stammer as the fancy man told his story. The thief would blink silently a few times as he went through the story once more. He truly was caught off guard at that moment and was feeling regret for what he'd done. Though usually he'd hold suspicion for other's stories. But not this one... The elf's soft spot for kids and family seemed to be showing at that moment as his dagger lowered. His hands would fall to his sides in defeat as he sighed. Horace would pull the bag of coins out, tossing them out and onto the floor.*

*The roundish man would watch as they fell to the ground with a surprised look. It seemed he was surprised and skeptical, taking a moment to think something out. Finally, the older man would reach out, grabbing the bag of coins as he stood.*
"Perhaps there is salvation for thieves like you... May god have mercy..."
*And with that, the fancy man would turn and begin to walk away. However, he'd stop as Horace called out to him a final time*

"Hey old man! Some words of advice about that present... Get your kid a pet or a locket with a picture of your wife. I know that's what I wanted when my parents passed... Something to help you through the pain and something you can use to easily remember them..."

*The roundish man would nod, smiling slightly before finally taking off back to the store.*
Caridad
Mai would continue to walk through the crowd quickly, trying not to be noticed by the two men and at the same time trying not to lose sight of them while following them. It seems that the elf had stolen from someone very stressed, and it did not seem that he would give up so easily to chase the thief through the streets. 'Ah, I think this can be fun, huh?' After a while of walking and chasing, Mai spotted Horace entering an alley and soon after, the man entering the same alley. When she stopped near the alley, the woman hid in her coat and peeked at the two while they talked. Leaning against a wall and placing her hands in her coat pockets, Mai began to hear the exciting story the man had to tell Horace. Or rather, a sad story about the reason for being on the streets at this hour.

It made Mai think about how different her life was from other people. At least until her adolescence she was able to taste a little bit of 'normal', if that could be called that. A father who expected a lot from his children and who showed more expectation than love for them; A loving mother who took good care of her children and who taught Mai how to dance; And a cute, amusing brother, Mai would do anything to protect him. But perhaps, 'anything' was not enough. A smile appeared on her lips as she remembered happy scenes with her family, then disappeared when the two men continued to speak.

A few seconds passed and Mai just waited to be able to see Horace's reaction to that situation. Upon seeing him return the money, Mai smiled again happy that the friend had helped those in need, and had pity for a poor single father and his son. As the man left, the woman took the opportunity to walk towards the elf. The hood of her coat covered her face and her long blue hair, but that would not prevent the elf from recognizing her. Since she wore the same clothes as always.

With a provocative smirk, Mai removed the hood that covered her, revealing her blue hair with a different hairstyle; It was loose. Taking her hands out of her pocket and raising her hands higher, with her claws out, Mai spoke with a cold but sweet tone in her voice.

"Hello, Horace. It's been a while. And by the way, I thought it was cute what you did for the single father over there."