<span style="font-size: 12px">((Hello! I've had this idea but felt that it might work as open RP as well. Anyone and everyone is welcome to join, with one character or multiple, I might myself bring more characters in in case this takes off. If not, at least I enjoyed writing this little bit, lol. If you have any questions, drop me a PM!))<br/>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: 15px">Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant. </span></b></i><br/>
<b><span style="font-size: 15px">- Proverbs, IX. 17.<br/>
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<span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-size: 15px">With a swift movement of his hand, the handbag was open and with two fingers he pulled the wallet out, closed the bag and slid the wallet into his pocket. The woman noticed nothing, according to the small smile she offered him, and which he returned. A wolfish grin he knew would make the slightly older woman’s knees weak. Expensive jacket, although with some wear and tear, but the handbag was new. A strong scent of hairspray around her and perfume he couldn’t quite place - she was dolled up tonight, so perhaps there was some cash she was carrying to buy the drinks with? Women her age wouldn’t count on men buying them drinks all night. It’s not that he -needed- the money, just that it was thrilling to empty other people’s pockets without them realising a thing. After getting to the side road behind the building, the boy glanced around before opening the wallet. Bingo, he thought to himself while pulling a crisp 50 euro bill and sticking it to his pocket. Younger people rarely had cash and getting on other people’s cards was too much work with too much risk, so he usually had to stick to people older than him. And mostly women. It was far easier to explain a wandering hand on the back of a woman than a man, although it was rare that he got caught.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 15px">The boy gave himself a glance at the reflecting window of a store and ran her fingers through his blonde hair. Not your usual pickpocket, Alex was a good looking guy in his early twenties, dressed in casual yet sharp clothes, dark jeans that fit well and a worn leather jacket. Swiftly he threw away the now empty wallet into trash, revealing a glimpse of a wrist watch probably too expensive for him to be wearing, and he felt that rush again. Stealing was more than a way to earn some extra or spend time - it was what made life enjoyable.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 15px">It was the busy time of night with bars open and people lining up to the most fashion forward ones, but those Alex knew to skip. Some of the bouncers gave the man a long glance as he walked past, cool and fearless as always, as they knew they had nothing on him, not really. He just happened to always be there when bad things happened. Annoying kid, not the most handsome nor tallest one, but boy did he know how to talk himself out of trouble!</span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 15px">No, instead, Alex made his way to another bar with perhaps not as many bouncers and bodyguards, but also less people with a lot of money in their bags. You get some, you lose some. He walked straight up to the bartender and ordered himself a whiskey and pulled himself a chair along with a cigarette from behind his ear. Not many bars these days allow you to smoke in them, which was one reason for Alex liking this one. Here, he’d be more careful. But still, inhaling the sweet smoke into his lungs, her gaze was inspecting the room. He already saw more than one potential victims.</span><br/>
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