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Post by !ADMIRALsaturn on Jun 30, 2009 10:54:05 GMT -5
 "I come from New York, where if you fall down they pick you up by your wallet."
ooc:
this is open to anyone, really, from someone waiting to call the cops to a possible asset. don't shoot him though. that tends to hurt.
1:19 AM
Adule Museum area
Cloudy, 60% chance of rain, slightly windy
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To a thief, there was no such thing as going too far. In fact, the only time those two words ever existed in the same sentence was when they were being used to say one had gone too far and tripped a laser sensor. And Diego rarely tripped lasers. It was visible even in his casual actions that he was extremely careful, not allowing anything to touch him. This daily attention to detail kept him sharp for everything. "Sharp" meaning that if he saw another pretty girl with a pearl and diamond necklace he'd chance the Fates and sweet talk her, ask her for her number, maybe even take her out for coffee, and when she left, warm and fuzzy on the inside, she wouldn't realize until after the fact that her precious necklace was gone. And by then, Diego would have sold it for twice what it was worth to some idiot. Note the "another."
Diego smiled at the eighteen karat gold twisted chain necklace, wondering if that girl knew it was gone yet, and slipped it into his pocket, slinking discreetly into an alley. His footsteps were virtually nonexistent, himself barely visible, and he was sure he knew there wasn't a soul anywhere to be found in this area at this hour. Until, of course, he nearly stepped on a hobo. The hobo was awake, it appeared, with a presumably empty bottle at his side. He was staring up at the clouds when he spoke. "Y'got 'ny money?" The question was so out of the blue Diego remained where he was, eyebrow raised, until it clicked in his mind that the hobo was not dead or illiterate and had indeed spoken. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the necklace, and tossed it down on the grubby man's grubbier shirt. His face lit up like the giant Christmas tree in the Rockefeller Center during the holidays when he saw it.
"Make some use of that. I'm sure, one way or another, you can get a drink with it."
The hobo spent another moment marveling at the beauty of not the necklace, but at the prospect of being able to get a drink, and looked up to give thanks to the stranger. But he was gone. "Thanks, man..." said the hobo gratefully.
Diego crouched on a windowsill- whose flowers were all dead and dry, people were so stupid sometimes- of a second floor room and smirked down at the hobo. His gaze shifted upwards, to another windowsill, and his mind traveled even further to the sill above the one over his head. He was quick and light footed as he jumped, bottom of his shoe resting on the sill of one of the opposite building's third floor rooms and transferred the momentum into his bent leg. His form twisted as he pushed off the ledge and flew for the other building, grabbing the sill there, pulling himself up and flicking out a small, black, cylindrical baton. When he pressed the button on it, the many rolls within shot out and the little baton turned into a pole, and the lower half buried itself into the dirt of the windowsill and propelled him up. Diego landed after a neat flip and stood upon the roof. A mask, a cape, and a hat were then donned, and the Black Cat collapsed the pole back into its compact form and slipped it into his jacket, before taking off. He ran across the flattop roof and leaped over the alleys, a shadow in the night.
Destination? Adule Museum.
Objective? Steal the Crystal Egg, an artifact that was exactly what the name in implied: A giant diamond shaped like an egg. It was only going to be in Raeo for a few more days, and it had a price tag fit for a king on it. The Black Cat had to have it.
Stealing was fun.
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