Chloë du Gard picks pockets (slightofhands) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-06-01 10:38:00 |
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Another day in Emillion, and another day for Chloë to make her living swiping from the pocket of a wealthy citizen that would protest adamantly at the audacity of a person robbing them in daylight. However, today was a relatively slow day and either the products out weren't good or people were still apprehensive of walking the streets. Understandable for the most part, but it still didn't put food in Chloë's belly. She was comfortable and a bit of a miser with her money, but Chloë was also a tad greedy as well. She wanted to have a nice "retirement fund" in place whenever she got old enough that thievery was no longer an option, but Chloë preferred not to think about that day. Instead she focused on a man not far from her. Youthful face, some might say handsome, but to Chloë that mattered little. There were plenty of handsome men about Emillion. One just had to look around. Still, this one didn't look like he was from around these parts, and that, well, that made him all the better a target. "Oh, excuse me," she pardoned herself as she made sure she was standing in a manner that when he did turn he would bump into her. She feigned a flush and brought a hand over her chest, "I really should be more careful to look where I'm going." A flush didn’t exactly rise to his cheeks, but he did look properly distressed as he reached out a hand to steady her. Fortunately, she hadn’t fallen and hit her head like that boy some time ago… and anyway, putting his hands on a woman he didn’t know, even to help her, when she was already clearly standing unaided… His hands fell back down to his sides and the distress was tinged with obvious discomfort. “Don’t apologize -- I’m the one -- I mean -- I do this… a lot. I mean, running into people.” He scratched the back of his head self-consciously, looking down at her. “There are too many people in the street. Not that it’s an excuse. I’m sorry. Are you all right?” Chloë regarded the stranger with a touch of surprise when he reached out to steady her, even if she didn't need any steadying. Then he stuttered and Chloë realized this was going to be entirely too easy. Unless this was an act of some sort, but further would determine that. Instead she nodded, "Quite fine, really. Just a bit of a surprise, that's all." She smiled at him sweetly. "You look nervous, or...lost," she gauged only as a form of conversation, "is everything alright?" Big brown eyes looked at his. Oh, that face, if this was an act he was certainly good at it. The bewildered puppy look, yes, that was it. "Just concerned," he said, but as she seemed none the worse for wear, the worry lifted from his face, replaced with a sheepish smile. He wasn't immune to big brown eyes, either; she had a pretty face and a sweet smile, and she was being awfully understanding about this... "If you're all right, so am I." "I am quite fine," Chloë gave a cute laugh and then looked him over, "but where were you off to in such a hurry. Did you need directions? Sorry, it must be wrong for me to assume you must be new here, but I like to think I remember faces of handsome men in town, and you are one I've never seen before." Okay, so the line was a bit cheesy and very obviously flirtatious, but he was already a bit off his game, and she needed him properly flustered again. Then she could sneak in close, snatch his money bag that he had to have somewhere on his person. Ah, yes, that looked like some weight in his pocket. Well, soon he would be a few gil poorer, herself a few richer, and that pretty face of his could find a pub to pout in. “I, ah, um --” As his train of thought came to a screeching halt, all he could think was that city women were so forward, Had she really just… called him handsome… just like that? What did he say? What did he say? “I -- er -- am new but I…” can’t remember for the life of me where I was supposed to be going. "Oh, then welcome to Emillion," Chloë said stepping in further, "Where have you come from? I thought your clothing looked different than what I normally see on the street as well. Was it a long journey?" Her fingers reached out to touch over his chest and debated on how she was going to reach into his pocket. Light fingered yes, but she couldn't just stick her hand in there. “Thank -- you?” he said, the final word coming out more question than statement. What was she doing? He might be obtuse, but this flirting was obvious enough to be easily recognizable even to, well, him. “Ah… far. Sort of far. The mountains. You know, those mountains?” He gestured vaguely north, as though that would help. He might not know what street he was on, but he knew cardinal directions wherever he was by the angle of the sun. "The mountains," Chloë looked surprised, "My, it must be such a change for you to be here." Batting her eyes again, she took action as he seemed to be flustered enough. The hand that wasn't currently touching his chest flicked a stone at a number of birds that stood behind him picking at the ground. It nailed one right in the back and it squwaked, causing the others to do the same and they all went flying up, the ones closest to Cy flapping against him as they tried to go up. The commotion caused the man to move in such a manner that Chloë could pretend to fall into him again. Her fingers slipping into his pocket as they stumbled and back out. She'd caught hold of something, though it didn't necessarily feel like coin. No matter, she'd gotten something. Her hand was back out and dropping the item into her own pocket before they managed to collect themselves. She pretended to be flustered, "Oh dear, the birds here sometimes." This time he did steady her -- his hands only on her shoulders for a few instants before he was certain she was only startled. “Something probably startled them,” he said. The city might be a different world, but birds were birds. As for what it could have been, well. There were so many options that listing them all seemed a waste of time. The city bustled along as always. “Well,” he said, “if you’re all right then it doesn’t matter. I should… probably let you get on your way.” Cas would probably call him ten kinds of idiot afterward -- clearly she was flirting, he should have invited her to dinner or something -- but he had no money on him and… anyway. The birds were practically an omen. “So, yes, thank you. I mean, sorry.” He shook his head. One of these days he was going to open his mouth and have something reasonable come out, but today didn’t seem to be that day. “I hope you have a good day, miss.” Without oafs running into her and birds startling her, hopefully. "Why thank you," Chloë said, somewhat happy he wasn't asking her to dinner or some troublesome little meet-up later on. Oh, heaven bless him for that. Too bad she was going to make off with his money. No, actually, she felt no guilt at all. Instead she smiled at him, "I wish you luck in this city. Happy travels if you decide not to stay much longer." She gave him a small little bow and hurried off to see what she'd gathered. She disappeared around a corner and into a group of people, emerging from the other side and finally to a place where she could see her prize. Digging into her own pocket, she pulled out the strangely shaped object and stared down at it. It was a wooden figurine. Chloë frowned and glared over her shoulder. All that work and flirtation for what? A blasted little wooden toy! She sighed and stuck it back in her pocket. Well, at least Alexander would have some company. |