Lie Ren (strongsilentype) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-01 08:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anna marie (rogue), wall-e |
Who: Wall-E and Rogue
When: First Week in August
Where: Random Street
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Wally had been in a meeting downtown. He wasn’t always in the meetings, but they’d asked him for this one. It was a particularly boring meeting, happening at a particularly painful and confusing time in his life. He really didn’t want to have to be stuck in a conference room, and was very thankful that he had the rest of the day off. He could go for another run, maybe sit on that bench with the quiet guy in the trenchcoat. At the moment his thoughts weren’t on Tiffany, but it was a brief moment of respite in an otherwise miserable period.
Unfortunately for him, Wally wasn’t paying too much attention to his surroundings.
And good for Rogue, that he was being so oblivious. She could tell when people were off in their own little head space worlds. It had come with time and practice, knowing which ones weren’t actually paying attention and which ones were just faking being in la la land. She’d gotten nearly caught a few times because of the latter. Now, though, she’d gotten better and she’d spotted Wally a mile away. Not literally, of course, but seeing him made her grin. And she made her way into his direct path.
She took a quick glance into a window to make sure her hair was tucked up and back, the tell-tale white streaks buried in the darker auburn ones and tucked under a wide, black cloth headband, keeping those obvious features under wraps. She’d been out hunting targets all morning, and knew enough to keep herself from getting caught by something so obvious as oh that girl with the white hair did it!. That was a bummer and bad for business. Then she moved so she’d easily collide with him, just enough to stumble and have to grab at him to stay on her feet. Long enough for what she had in mind.
“Oof!” It was almost cartoony, the little grunt that escaped him when the woman collided with him. Wally’s hands shot out, mostly to steady himself so he wouldn’t fall on his ass, but also in an attempt to make sure that she was all right, too. Good news was that he was pulled out of the clouds and slammed back into his own head, but the bad news was he was stumbling for a step or two, having collided with a stranger.
“I’m sorry,” he said. The normally almost-silent man must have deemed that this situation deserved a few words to make amends.
In the fumble, the stumbled steps and the grabs for balance, Rogue’s deft hand found whatever he stored in a pocket - wallet, money, whatever she could - and it found its way into her own pockets. She spread her fingers in an attempt to ‘balance’ before smiling at the man. “Sorry bout that, ah must ‘ave been in my own little world, ya?” she said with a soft, apologetic smile. “Ah didn’t hurt you none did ah?” she asked, curiously before she tucked her hands into her pockets and smiled faintly. Rogue may be a thief but she rarely wanted to hurt anyone, well anyone that didn’t deserve it anyways.
Money clip. It wasn’t personalized or anything, and wasn’t his wallet. But there was probably upwards of a hundred dollars folded into it. Wally was a man in his thirties, with a good, steady job and who owned his own home. He carried around money. Not like when he was in college and lived on credit cards.
“Yeah.” Wally said, nodding. He lowered his hands to give her her space, now he knew that she wasn’t going to fall over. “No.” He said, shaking his head. “You all right?” Wow, that was a lot of words for Wally to spit out in one sitting.
Rogue was all gentle smiles and words. “Thank you fer checkin, ah’m good. Sorry ah didn’t mean ta bump into ya.” she flashed him a sweet smile before she moved to continue on her way. “‘ave a good day, yeah?” she called back before disappearing her way into the streets. She broke into a smile as she tapped her fingers on her pocket, feeling the clip securely tucked in place. She took a couple of happy steps before pulling it out to do a fast count of how much before tucking it into the front pocket of her jeans, she would wipe down the clip and discard it later. Now, though? It was dinner on her new friend Mr. Easy Mark.
“You, too.” Wally said. He wandered off in the other direction toward his car, pulling his keys out of the other pocket. Most likely, he wouldn’t give the young woman a second thought. And he wasn’t likely to notice that his money clip was missing until bedtime. Even then, he wouldn’t put two and two together and realize that he’d been pick-pocketed. For now, he was just headed home to enjoy the rest of his day off in peace.