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You've got to pick a pocket or two
Who: Duo Maxwell and Open
Where: The streets of Raccoon Heights.
When: Dinner time on the busy streets, near the cafe.
Why: Duo needs to make a living? He's pickpocketing. Feel free to catch him in the act or be his victem.
The economy sucked, that much Duo knew from reading the paper. Getting a job? Again, according to the news paper and the minimal research he'd done, that'd probably be impossible for a seventeen year old with no college education. He'd been a sailor, a trained spy/terrorist, mechanic and field worker, getting a higher education really didn't occur to him, that is, aside from the OZ academy. Still, he almost felt bad relieving these business men from their wallets and these window shoppers from petty cash slipped from their purses. If Duo was going to survive here, he needed a steady flow of cash, and pick pocketing was definitely not going to cut it.
The Gundam pilot examined the things he had pulled from the three unsuspecting victims he'd met in passing. An older man who seemed pretty well off, he'd taken a watch from, he'd sell that later. Then, he'd managed to get about $143.29 in cash, and one credit card. Best use the credit card first, see if there was a way to get any cash out of it then ditch it. He shoved the items into his leg pocket for save keeping and started looking into the crowd for his last donator for the evening and he started forward, making a B line for his quarry.
Where: The streets of Raccoon Heights.
When: Dinner time on the busy streets, near the cafe.
Why: Duo needs to make a living? He's pickpocketing. Feel free to catch him in the act or be his victem.
The economy sucked, that much Duo knew from reading the paper. Getting a job? Again, according to the news paper and the minimal research he'd done, that'd probably be impossible for a seventeen year old with no college education. He'd been a sailor, a trained spy/terrorist, mechanic and field worker, getting a higher education really didn't occur to him, that is, aside from the OZ academy. Still, he almost felt bad relieving these business men from their wallets and these window shoppers from petty cash slipped from their purses. If Duo was going to survive here, he needed a steady flow of cash, and pick pocketing was definitely not going to cut it.
The Gundam pilot examined the things he had pulled from the three unsuspecting victims he'd met in passing. An older man who seemed pretty well off, he'd taken a watch from, he'd sell that later. Then, he'd managed to get about $143.29 in cash, and one credit card. Best use the credit card first, see if there was a way to get any cash out of it then ditch it. He shoved the items into his leg pocket for save keeping and started looking into the crowd for his last donator for the evening and he started forward, making a B line for his quarry.