(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Jasmine.jpg)<br/><strong> Jasmine Vitolli (or so she claims)<br/>At the pier surrounded by <del>victims</del> tourists<br/>Trying to make a buck or fifty</strong><br/><br/>Jasmine jerked her head as she tried get a few of the bottle blonde curls out of her face.  “Come on, come on give it a try.  Can you find the lucky lady?  What about you sir?  Two to one. Two to one odds is what I'm offering.  Find the lady!”  Kneeling on a worn cushion behind a skateboard turned makeshift table, she made the trio of cards dance, flipping up the queen of hearts to show the curious but way too small crowd.  The fading daylight barely glinted off of the gold rings in her nose, dusky light warming her caramel skin further.  Dressed in a pair of ragged jeans and a loose men's shirt covering a too tight tank top she seemed like just an ordinary girl.<br/><br/>Her hair was tied back in a ponytail but the wind still managed to pick up the shorter curls around her face.  Laying on her most innocent and charming smile One of the bystanders stepped closer, laying a fiver on the table.  Her hand immediately dipped into her pocket, pulling out a ten and tucked them both under the stone paperweight.<br/><br/>“Alright, alright, alright! We have a taker! Keep your eye on the lovely lady.”  Flipping over the queen she let all take a good look before turning it over again.  “You got it? You sure?”  Chanting a series of nonsense words she moved her hands over the trio of face down cards.  Hopping them one over the other in a dizzying dance.  Her eyes moved from her mark to the rest of the crowd, throwing out lines from time to time to entice others.<br/><br/>Finally letting them settle she knocked twice on the wooden top, close to the card on her left.  “For a bit of luck, eh? Know where she is?  Did you keep her in your sights?  Which one is the lucky lady?”  Sure enough the man beamed as he picked the card she wanted him to.  Flipping it over to reveal the queen of hearts she let out a rather exaggerated groan of disappointment. “Come one, once more.  Match the fifteen, winner takes all.  I'm a starving girl here.  Give me a chance to win my money back.”  Jasmine leaned forward a bit, her loose shirt falling open to reveal the hint of cleavage.<br/><br/>And soon she was moving the cards once more, another thirty tucked under the stone. .  Her agile hands moving with a sure grace as she chanted out the singsong catcalls of her vocation.  Each time her eyes moved to her victim his eyes were focused on the swath of skin peeking out from her low neckline. Once again as the cards stilled she did her knock for luck.  This time by the center card.  And this time it was revealed to be the ace of spades.  “Oh! Win some you lose some.  Want another go? Best two out of three wins triple?”  She started pulling more from her pocket but the man merely shook his head and wandered away.<br/><br/>Another began to step forward when her watcher let out the whistle signifying police.  “Looks like rain.  Better pack it in folks.  Don't want you getting soaked!”  Deftly pocketing the money, the cards and breaking down the set up she looked like just another skater out on the boardwalk by the time the uniformed cop approached.  He was watching her intently and she knew it.  Doing her best to slip away among the crowd.  Only the crowd was barely enough to call it such, her purple patched backpack an easy target to watch.<br/><br/>“Leave off!”  She instantly cried out and began to tug away as she felt a  hand grab her arm.  Another complaint on her lips before turning to see who her molester was.