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Tonks is proud of her name (chromatophoric) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-07-07 18:40:00

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!log, locke cole, nymphadora tonks

who: Tonks and Open
what: Tonks snoops around the city.
where: Starting at Fifth Avenue and going on from there.
when: Thursday evening

After a few days in New York City, a few things happened. One, Tonks' natural penchant for exploring places kicked in. Two, her Auror sensibilities were tired of being placed on a sideburner and were out full-force, intent on figuring out what the city was about and why they were drawn to the place. And three, it was New York City. With the war in her midst at home, what was the chance that she was going to get to see the famous trans-Atlantic city anytime soon? Not bloody likely!

But it was her older friends and mentors in her head. Brighter hair colours were far more natural to the witch than her natural hair colour was, but this was America. Muggle America in the 1960's. She should, at the moment, at least try to blend in for a little bit. That was why she was running around the city (well, walking around the city) as a brunette for the evening. Still had short hair though, but it seemed to be in fashion. The witch was ahead of fashion still wardrobe-wise, but hoped that with her unmistakable accent, they'd chalk it up to England fashion. Maybe. At any rate, Tonks had managed to navigate the American Tube and found herself on fifth avenue.

It was fancy, really. A little too much for her taste, but she didn't mind so much. It was a chance to people-watch, which was just what she did. Climbing and perching atop a bench -- the actual top part, rather than where one would normally sit -- and humming to herself as she watched the people go by. She hoped to look unassuming, odd but unassuming, and idly wished for a pair of Fred and George's extendo-ears as she caught snippets of conversations going by. There was talk about the weather, which was warm, but that wasn't the interesting bits. What was interesting were the parts that sounded like they were talking about the Apparated. Strange people, they had called them. Gossip and rumours, though Tonks found it interesting; she also couldn't help the impish grin that appeared as she heard an older woman exclaim indignantly when her companion relayed information about women with ridiculously coloured hair, head tilting downward in hopes to cover it. At least they were giving the city something to talk about.

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lockecole
2011-07-08 08:33 am UTC (link)

She was likely about to get some form of entertainment, too, and she didn't even need Fred and George's extendable ears to hear it!

Not when Locke was causing a ruckus, after all, with a gentleman from the police force who'd followed him all the way to the corner. He was taller and more readily built than the American and if he wanted to, he could just beat it and run but the policeman was young and determined. And based on Locke's recollection, he could get a hold of this situation without having to break a sweat.

And he did so by talking loudly: "Officer, I don't know what ring you're talking about!"

"Sir, please keep your voice down! A, and you may deny all you want, sir, but I saw it!" the law enforcer was trying to match Locke's volume except propriety told him otherwise so he sort of just half-succeeded on doing so while Locke gaped at him and stared at him with round eyes. "That lady had dropped it and you'd nicked it."

"Nicked it?" Locke laughed. "Officer, really now, do I look like I want some fancy lady ring? Do I?" His hands were pressed to his chest.

"...I don't know!" the poor guy said, looking a little flustered, his eyes shooting everywhere and meeting a couple of looks. Locke complimented this with giving everyone his own look of incredulity, even to that lady on the bench some steps away from him. Whatever have I done? he'd almost said to all of them. "But I swear I saw you take it and she was looking for it!"

"Well, that's her problem now-- fine! Fine, you know what," Locke spread his arms to the sides, "search me."

"Now, sir--"

"No, I'm serious, search me!" Locke went on. "Come on, I don't have all night for this!"

The policeman seemed to take his time on Locke's offer...but eventually he consented under one condition: "Why don't you come with me to the precinct, sir--"

"No, Officer, what's so different here-- aha, I know it! I know it, I know your plan," Locke appeared to be shaking with excitement as he jutted his finger to the space in-between the smaller man's eyes, "You're gonna take me to your precinct and sl-lip the ring in my pocket and make it seem like I'd stolen it all along! Isn't that right, isn't it?!" Locke would know how this works, given how many times he'd done the whole slipping thing, there was nothing to it, really...

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chromatophoric
2011-07-09 04:26 am UTC (link)

From the gossipy women to the bloke with a copper on his tail, Tonks' attention swiveled in a near absent sort of way. The attention that she paid though wasn't absentminded at all. At first she was paying attention to see whether she could help out the police officer, again Auror training kicking in. However, after a moment of watching and that very particular look on the suspected man's face, the witch couldn't help but grin wryly.

She might have believed the man with the look of incredulity and the insistence that his person be searched, but a few missions with Mundungus Fletcher taught her better. Part of her, the mischievous part that enjoyed a goof-off, wanted to yell out something encouraging for the taller man. That was fighting against the Auror part that wanted to come up and get to the bottom of what really happened. Deciding it better to stay out of Muggle petty crimes for the moment, Tonks rearranged herself on the bench, bending so that elbows were propped on her knees and face placed within open palms, and continued to watch for a minute or two.

The cop seemed to back down at the accusation, also backing away from the personal space that the man accused seemed to ignore. Shaking her head a bit, she hopped off the bench (tripping a little as she did) and took a walk sort of close between the officer and the man. During this time, her wand was taken out serreptitiously, and a quick accio ring zoomed the item into her possession. Whether it was noticed was naturally dependent on where it had been previously, and the level of attention paid while the men were arguing. Tonks was banking on neither of them noticing, but she might have been cocky.

Either way, she had planned to play it cool for a few minutes and then go back over to the officer and claim that she found the ring as she had been walking. This way, it would clear the civilian Muggle and the woman who lost said ring would have it returned. But that was when Tonks noticed something a little unexpected. A lot unexpected. Thinking there was only one ring she had caught, she noticed that it was a multiple of them. Four, no five, rings that had been in a jumble because of the spell. Odd. And she had no clue which one was the one that they were talking about now. Staring in slight confusion, Tonks soon smoothed out her expression and played off the walking like she thought she had seen someone.

Rings in her pocket now, and looking dejected because the fake person hadn't arrived, she returned to her previous perch on the bench. From that point then, she minded her own business. Or at least tried to seem as if she was minding her own business.

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lockecole
2011-07-09 12:42 pm UTC (link)

Something had slipped out from the back of his bandana, just through the knot that held it in place and Locke knew that it was the ring he'd found. Still, no one would have realized that it really was him, what with the unchanged expression he wore as if nothing had fallen out of his head.

But it didn't seem like it was just that ring that had left his personage. His three others -- the ones he'd borrowed from his friends, gosh -- waiting snuggly in his utility pack for when he would need them had also flown out (how Locke knew this, even he didn't understand) and that one he was wearing by his right ring finger had joined the rest of his siblings although that hadn't even parted an inch from him when he'd caught it nice and tight. He could feel it resisting against his palm, though...

With a push of his thumb, he slipped it into his glove while he continued to glare at the policeman who may have been about ready to melt under the interested gazes of those that surrounded him. "Well?" he continued to provoke while at the corner of his sight, he could see that woman by the bench returning to her...well, bench. Why she ever left her perch, he didn't know. But that was what made her interesting to him...that and the fact that she came from the direction where his ring flew.

How a ring can fly, he didn't know...but you never know with these women and magic!

Eventually, the policeman was placated, and this was all to Locke's relief. Blushing, and dropping his shoulders, he muttered to him, "I must have mistaken you, Sir. Sorry."

"Good!" Locke said authoritatively, "'cause I'm late for my date!" The smaller man wished him a good evening and the crowd dispersed as Locke turned his attention to the woman by the bench and beamed at her, waving his right. "Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting..."

If she took his rings then good, if not, well, she can work as a bluff.

He slipped his ring back to his finger as he closed the distance between the two of them. Then resting his weight on a leg and pressing his fist on his side, he said to the lady, "Now I don't know how you did it, or why you did it, but I would very much want my rings back now, please."

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