Sara Lance (taer_alsafer) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-05-07 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, leonard snart (captain cold), sara lance (white canary) |
Who: Sara and Snart
What: Snart picks the wrong pocket to pick
When: Today
Where: The street somewhere
Ratings/Warnings: Low/none
Status: Complete
Now that Leonard was out of prison he was right back to his old ways. He may have been intelligent, but stealing was all he knew. It was what his father had taught him. He had no idea how to make an honest living. Nor did he really want to. He enjoyed pulling one over on people, sought out the thrill of possibly getting caught. And well he just needed the money.
He knew he couldn’t do anything too big. Not so soon after being released. Not while he was still on parole. He’d stick to what he knew best. What he started with. Picking pockets. And the best place for that? Broad daylight. On a busy street. No one would suspect a thing.
Snart made his way down the street spotting a pretty blonde, with a purse that was all too easy to slip his hand into. Leonard didn’t let his eyes land directly on her, looking past her as he continued to walk down the street, however, he did make sure to purposely bump into her, letting his hand swiftly slide into her bag in the process.
Sara hadn’t spent five years travelling the world without picking up a few tricks. Mostly, how to stop herself from being pickpocketed. It was instinct, these days, to guard her pockets and purse when someone walked too close to her, or when they bumped into her, though she hadn’t entirely been expecting the wrist that was now clutched grasp. Expected or not, she didn’t let it surprise her, and she twisted sharply - not enough to break the man’s wrist, but definitely hard enough to hurt.
“No one ever told you to keep your hands to yourself?” she asked cooly.
Leonard raised a brow in surprise when she grabbed onto his wrist. He was usually much slicker than this. Never getting caught. Was he getting rusty? It had been years after all. “No,” Snart replied just as coolly. “That’s not nearly as fun.”
“How’s this for fun?” Sara asked, twisting his wrist further still.
So that was starting to hurt a bit. Damn this girl was strong. But Leonard still managed to twist his wrist out of her grasp. It wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be but he managed. He’d been through a lot worse in prison. “Didn’t anyone teach you to keep your hands to yourself?” Leonard shot back smirk on his face.
Sara tried to ignore the twinge of disappointment when the man pulled his hand from her grip. She didn’t want to enjoy hurting people, but she’d become very good at it in the dreams; it made her feel in control in a world where she had none. But, she tried to remind herself, she wasn’t her dreamself here.
“I’m not the one sticking my hands in other people’s purses,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Touche,” Leonard replied smirk on his face. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” he added in a way that suggested he wasn’t at all going to change his ways.
Sara rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you will,” she said, and then wondered why she was even still talking to this guy. She could have reported him to the police, maybe, but that would just bring more of a headache than it was worth, and since he hadn’t actually made off with anything from her purse, they probably wouldn't do anything about it. Not unless he had someone else’s stolen property on him.
“Well, it was awful meeting you,” Sara said, relatively cheerily. “But I have things to do that don’t involve you, so I’m going to go.”
As intrigued as he was by the woman who had caught him. Snart also saw no reason to continue talking with her. The exchange was done, might as well get out while he was still ahead. As in she was no longer twisting his wrist and she hadn’t called the cops on him. “Enjoy your things,” Snart replied smirking at her still before turning to walk away himself.