frenchgypsy (frenchgypsy) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-01-28 12:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | sim, syn |
Monday March 30, 2009
Who: Sim and Syn
What: Pick pocketing and meetings
Where: Outside in the quad
When: Noonish
Sim was running low on funds. It seemed money went quickly when you actually had to pay for things yourself instead of just 'borrowing.' So, she'd have to pool her resources together to get something done. Dressed in her warmest clothes, which was a thin jacket and long sleeved shirt in worn jeans and boots, she set out across campus with her head down a bit.
An excuse to 'bump' into someone. This someone happened to be a fairly young looking man, not that she thought he was. Anyone could be any age around this place. "Oh!" She said, sounding surprised and sorry. "Sorry," she said as her hand found his wallet in his pocket and easily nabbed it.
Syn was actually on his way across campus to prepare for one of his upcoming lessons in flight. Having air control came in handy when it came to flying lessons because he could generate any sort of environment he wanted. And this week, he'd decided to toss a challenge in their direction. He was shrank down into his coat as he crossed the campus, not paying as much attention as he should have been, when the small girl bumped right into him. His hand moved to her arm almost immediately to stay her and keep her on her feet and he then he smiled a bit. "No worries."
Well, she didn't count on him grabbing her. Usually people just grumbled and walked on. So there she was, with her hand still in his pocket slightly as he held onto her. If she played it right, then he wouldn't notice. Hopefully. "Excuse me, but I better be going," she said, her French accent still there even if she spoke English perfectly with the charmed necklace on.
Syn looked young, but he was far from it. He wasn't born yesterday and he as no stranger to the ways of keeping one's self afloat when you had little other means. It only took him a matter of mere seconds to figure out exactly what she was doing. But he let her go and gave her a nod, allowing her to get a few steps before he turned around toward her. "If it's all the same to you, I'd like to at least keep the things in my wallet aside from that cash. It's rather inconveinent to have to get a new ID made up all over again."
Stopping when he turned around and started talking to her again, Sim wasn't sure what to do. He'd caught her, but then was just asking for the plastic and ID back. Not the cash. There was about a hundred or so dollars in it, so it was a lot of money. Maybe it wasn't to this guy. "Uh. . ." Turning around she looked at him wide eyed. Those baby blues glimmering even. Quickly, she took the cash out and held out the wallet for him. "Thank you," she said softly, unsure of what to actually say besides that.
Syn was not rich by any measure of the word. He had money, sure, but only because he didn't have anything that he really had to pay for. His room and board was included as a part of his salary for working here and he didn't really eat much. Any money he spent was usually spent on nights out or gifts for those close to him. But he'd been there before. He knew what it was like to have nothing. He smiled when she handed the wallet back to him, after relieving him of his cash, of course. "I understand," he said simply. "But perhaps you should invest in an actual coat. There's months here still before the weather warms completely." And she didn't have much of one at the moment.
She simply looked at him. Did he really understand? She was under the label 'poor' more by choice than lot in life. Sim had never had a job before and had always provided for herself and her family by the gypsy way of life. Performing dances and tarot card readings and pilfering stores and pockets. She didn't want more material items, but she needed some now. Looking down at her coat, it was shabby and wasn't very warm. She was used to roughing it though. "It feels the same to home about this time of year," she said with a nod. Though they usually stayed close together in camps with roaring fires and out of the wind in their tents and wagons.
"France," he remarked. The accent was unmistakeable. "I am from Finland. It's always cold there." He shrugged down into his jacket further, as though thinking about it had made him colder, which it always did. "Anyway, it was nice to have met you." He didn't even think of introducing himself. Normally when he met someone new it was very brief and for a purpose, nothing more. That was probably why he didn't think much of those things.
"Yes," Sim smiled when he said where she was from. It was nice that someone knew that much. "Sim," she said when it was nice to have met her. "Sim Renard. It was very nice to meet you too Mr. Stephen Tyler," she said. It was the name on the ID and credit cards in the wallet, so she had assumed that it was who the man was.
"Stephen Ty- Oh!" Syn had looked confused at first, but then he figured it out and he laughed. "No, uhm.. Syntax. That's just... a psuedonym. My friend picked it out, thought it was amusing." He smiled a little. "You're a student here, right?"
"Oh, my apologies Mr. Syntax," Sim said confused for a moment before nodding. "Yes. I am. I've only been her about a week though," she explained. "One of the professors was kind enough to give me a ride here from the Danvers town."
"Well in that case, I'm sure I'll see you around." Syn smiled a little. "Take care." He had a lot that he needed to get done today so he really needed to get going. But she seemed nice enough. Hopefully she would find what she was looking for here and maybe, just maybe, that hundred bucks would keep her from doing the same to someone else for a while.