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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 18 2015, 10:55 PM (1,240 Views) | |
| Post #1 Jan 18 2015, 10:55 PM | TrekTek |
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Maytal Cohen, the woman that to people these days was known as Magen was walking through Shirokawa. Her father lived in an apartment her, and sometimes she stayed with him when she wasn't busy at the station. More often then not however, she'd be staying overnight there. She only needed to recharge every 72 hours, it was still something that she was getting used to. For her whole life she had been a normal human being and needed to sleep just like everyone else, now she could stay up for three days straight before she needed to rest. Honestly it was probably something that she wasn't going to get used to, at least not anytime soon. Staying at the apartment was strange when he went to sleep and she would still be up so he suggested that she go out about the town. Because clearly she would have plenty to do then. Magen sighed, her life had gotten so complicated since she had come back to life, at least she was able to still help people. That was probably one of the few things that had kept her going. Before leaving the apartment, Magen had put on a nice tight fitting black long sleeve shirt with blue jeans that hugged her curves. On top of that she wore a short black coat with an orange scarf around her neck which covered the seam that ran across her neck. Her outfit was finished off with ankle high black high heel boots. She might of been a former soldier and now was an android but she still liked to dress in nice clothes when she was able, it helped her feel still like a person. A separation that she needed. From the life that was built by her father so that they could survive in Niwa and the one that she wanted to truly life, as herself. Maytal carried a pocket book with a few basic things inside, there wasn't much inside since she didn't need a whole lot anymore. Walking through Shirokawa she looked just about any other person going about the city, other than her height of six feet, but that sometimes made her stand out back home too. |
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| Post #2 Jan 18 2015, 11:15 PM | Zamboni |
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When people thought of master thieves, they often pictured that one scene from the good Mission Impossible where what's-his-face dangles from a wire to steal some cyber doohickey from a secure facility. Sure, it was a mostly fictional Hollywood rendition of what a thief did, but it painted master thieves as high tech ghosts and acrobats who targeted governments and technology firms. What they did not imagine was those same master thieves skulking around their normal lives, plucking this or that from under their noses in an almost petty move. They, the regular people, were safe from master thieves, even if they were still the target of regular crooks. Fiddle took whatever he could get if the opportunity arose, and he hardly ever used a complicated rope rigging to steal. While he preferred stealing from the rich and powerful, because they often had the best stuff, he was not above taking a wallet here or necklace there from the regular folks. It was less about the loot and more about principle. If the people were going to leave their stuff out in the open and unguarded(aka secured behind a rudimentary lock in their own homes) then Fiddle was going to take it just because he could. The day's haul was pocket change to him, though he did take a few interesting things to spruce up his hideout. He had never owned a carved ivory tusk before. Everything else would probably go towards rent or some food, maybe a new thief hood. He shifted his backpack and walked down the street, intending to head home. Instead, he a person caught his eye and curiosity. A woman with an orange scarf. She stood out with that single brightly colored article of clothing, and Fiddle was compelled to tail her. Her was confident and her clothes were nice. His thief sense tingled and he wondered if she had anything cool on her. So he tucked his face a little deeper into his over-sized turtleneck and followed her at a safe distance. Observation was the first step to a successful pick pocket. |
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| Post #3 Jan 19 2015, 12:00 AM | TrekTek |
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Magen was far too distracted by her current thoughts to even think of keeping track of her surroundings. As a soldier one was trained to pay attention to everything so as to not get ambushed or to notice of things are out of place, for her however, her whole life has been out of wack recently and in her time off when she has had the time to think it has caused her to be most full of thoughts. As such there had been no noticing of the thief that was observing her, she carried her purse at her side while she wandered almost aimlessly through Shirokawa until she came to a club. Why had she wandered there? Not even the android knew, it was just where her ever moving legs had decided to take her. Her orange scarf fluttered in the air as a stiff breeze came through. It was one of the few things that she had from her mother, a hand knitted scarf. It was one of her most cherished possessions and she made sure to hold on to it tightly so as to make sure that it did not blow away in the wind. The android soon enough made it to the front of the line and then was let in without any sort of problems. Once inside, the music was loud and the people was many, but perhaps that was the point. To try to lose oneself in the music and the dancing. Intermingling with the many people that were all about by themselves or with others. She had never been much of a club goer when she had been in Israel but perhaps now she had seen some of what made it worthwhile to the people. Magen began to dance out on the dance floor, in the crowd of people but by herself, she wanted to dance all of her problems away, or at least try to drown them out. Dancing all of her troubling thoughts away, for one night at least, that was all she had asked for. Not dealing with her work or how she wished to live her life, or even how sometimes she felt so disconnected from all the world. Tonight, here in this dance club she was going to try to forget all that. |
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| Post #4 Jan 19 2015, 12:15 AM | Zamboni |
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Tailing the woman in the orange scarf had been going so well up until she decided to turn into a club. Fiddle had been following her at a nice not-too-suspicious distance, which had been gradually shrinking as he grew aware of her unawareness. The woman seemed occupied or distracted by something, probably thoughts of some kind, which made her an even more desirable target. All he would have to do is get within arm's reach of her and maybe wait for her to stop or slow down. Then he could have done the usual thing of "bumping" into her and fishing something out of her pocket book. That would have been the end and he probably would have wandered off somewhere else. But nope. She had to add a twist to the chase and enter a dance club. At that point, Fiddle could have easily just broken it all off in favor of another target, or to just head home. Instead, the gentle thrill of the chase got the best of him and he decided to follow her. There were complications however. Unlike the woman with the orange scarf, Fiddle was not seen as fit to enter the club. Possibly between his lacking-in-fashion-sense outfit and his squirrely demeanor, he was not seen as club material and was turned away. No matter. There were other doors and locks posed little trouble for Fiddle. An alleyway off to the side. A side door. A quick lock picked. Fiddle was already inside, entering through the service entrance. From there, it was a short walk down a hallway, past some bathrooms, and out onto the main floor. He almost instantly regretted the decision despite quickly spotting the woman and her purse. Dancing. Dancing and socializing and lots of people. It was not Fiddle's place. It all seemed so unnecessarily roundabout. If the kids wanted to hump, why not just do it instead of grinding with their pants on under some flashing lights? It confused him, but he still needed to blend in. So, while heading out onto the dance floor, he tried... dancing. Said "dancing" was more or less rhythmic bobbing and was determined more by the movements of the people around him than the music itself. Eventually, he managed to dance his way closer to the woman, with his back towards her. He must have looked incredibly out of place because of his outfit and the fact that he had failed to remove his backpack. Fiddle hardly cared. Seeing several young couples bumping and grinding gave him an idea. He turned to more face the woman and tried imitating their movements(poorly) as a distraction to snake his hand to her purse. |
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| Post #5 Jan 19 2015, 01:58 PM | TrekTek |
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She had given herself over to the music, this attempt to give herself some sort of enjoyment by forgetting all of her lie's problems. It was going well too, perhaps a bit too well. So well in fact that she hadn't noticed there was a man behind her until he had gotten very close, as in extremely close behind her. In fact far too close for Magen's comfort level close. She was not about to be bumping and grinding with a random stranger. When she turned around, the look that she gave the man could of melted steel into a liquid form of metal. Absolute fury rang through her dark blue eyes. Perhaps she had come to dance with strangers but as a group and definitely not with that level of closeness. Managing to get a good look at the man he was definately shorter than her, even without the heels and everything about him basically screamed that he was a creature that lived paycheck to paycheck. That was if he even had a job at all. Perhaps he was also here to try to forget his worries? That still did not excuse his closeness to her however. It was a rudeness that she had not been expecting and was unwanted. Magen took off in a huff, that settled it that the club was not the place for her. It was a place for younger people who had no sense of what was too close or strange or loud. A different generation then herself. She'd stick to quieter things like paining, poetry and gardening. Things that added to ehr sense of self and not take anything away. Back out into the cold with her scarf flowing through the air, wandering the streets of Shirokawa for something, anything to keep her busy. |
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| Post #6 Jan 19 2015, 04:58 PM | Zamboni |
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Dancing was so weird, or at least the kind of dancing that was expected in a club-like environment. It was so random and jerky in Fiddle's eyes, no precision to the movements and no set plan for doing anything with his limbs. Everywhere he looked for examples on how to do the dancing, he just saw people throwing their arms or putting their arms down or using their hands to fingerbang someone. There was no order and, worse yet, it was all so frantic and energetic. Why couldn't dancing be more methodical and involve, like, no music? No matter. He was getting close to the woman and he was just about ready to snake a hand into her purse when she suddenly turned to face him. For a moment, he thought he could play it off like he was some drunk dance partner like the others around them. Maybe offer a fingerbang for her troubles. "Uuuuh..." Face-to-face interactions might as well have been Fiddle's kryptonite. Talking to people was so weird. Fortunately, the woman seemed only interested in staring at him. The gravity and fury behind her gaze was lost on him as he continued to dance anyway, hoping that maybe she was NOT glaring at him despite looking directly at him. Whether that was true or not, she left and Fiddle was left blue-handed. So close yet so far, like that couple that was fingerbanging behind him. With no one to dance with, Fiddle immediately stopped among the gyrating hoard, watching the woman leave. His determination grew in that moment. It was time to step up his game and get that purse, maybe follow her home and take it there. He left the same way he came in, swiping a wallet in the process, and he was back out on the streets again. This time, he kept more to the shadows. He was following her more closely now, but took every opportunity to hide or disguise himself. |
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| Post #7 Jan 20 2015, 11:47 AM | TrekTek |
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Magen had no reason to fully look around at her surroundings as she didn't believe that anyone would be following her, besides she was once again distracted by her thoughts as she walked down the street. She kept herself somewhat separate from her work life and what little free time was actually afforded her. That at least was good for her sanity, however she acted more like a soldier than a police officer when on the clock. Those old habits would die hard, but that was why she was in SWAT anyway. She was called on when the big, bad things were going down and they needed the Firepower and Strength that only she or other SWAT officers could provide. That she had in full order, it was when she was not working that she sometimes felt a big mess. Mainly due to a shortened sleep cycle which through just about everything else off. Perhaps she'd eventually get used to it, but it wasn't natural or human, not that she was either anymore. She sighed as she walked with far too many thoughts on her mind, she needed to settle down and relax a bit. Part of her was still on edge because of New Years, which then merely caused her to think about her "life" so far such as it was. All the anxiety of her situation would bubble right to the top of her thoughts. At this point there was ust more wandering through Shirokawa at this point, she once again was letting her legs take her wherever they may, not thinking about where they might once again lead her. |
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| Post #8 Jan 20 2015, 08:33 PM | Zamboni |
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After hiding behind his third vending machine, Fiddle found himself getting impatient for an opportunity to snag the woman's purse. He had never had as much trouble grabbing a purse as that particular woman was giving him, and the thrill of the chase was waning in favor of frustration. It was starting to affect his hiding too. At first, he had been trying to keep out of sight behind this or that object or wall. But as it became more and more obvious that she was not paying any attention, he let himself linger out in the open more and more often. Eventually, he was just tailing her again. Fiddle was patient for many things, like waiting for security guards to pass or gingerly figuring out the combination to a lock, but he was not so with people. Even if those people had no idea he was waiting on them at all. Following the woman had reached its limit with him, and he resolved to just end it all as fast as he could. He picked up the pace, masking his footsteps with careful and practiced strides that minimized sound. Hands in his pockets but his body leaned forward, he looked like a man on a mission to the bathroom or something. His hands only left his pockets once he was right behind the woman. Whatever awkwardness he had displayed before was gone for a split second as he swiftly and silently slipped the purse from off of the woman's shoulder without missing a stride. It was hardly stealthy, but the move kept him in pace so he could immediately start running off ahead of the woman. |
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| Post #9 Jan 21 2015, 12:23 PM | TrekTek |
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If she had been in any other state of mind than she had been in currently, the man never would of managed to sneak up on her as he had. Her senses had always been that of a soldier since she was one, but life's troubles had a way of sneaking up on you like a thief coming to steal your belongings in the night. Which coincidentally was what had exactly happened, a man rushed past and she almost didn't feel her pocket book shifting off of her shoulder. In a split second it was off and in the man's hand as he rushed on by with all of the practice of one who had done this kind of thing many times before. How stupid she was for letting down her guard in a place such as Niwa, a place filled with far too much crime and corruption. It wasn't that she had much in the way of important stuff in there so much as it was the principle of the thing. She would be stopping this thief and also taking her stuff back. The thief might of had a head start from the element of surprise but Magen would be able to keep up the pace long after he would have to stop. Surely he would try to duck into an alleyway or had some other form of escape but as luck would just have it, she had absolutely nothing else to do on that night and far too much time until her next recharge. A devious grin appeared on her face, this thief actually managed to give her something to do other than think far too much about things. Depending on how much of a chase he managed to put up, maybe she wouldn't even throw him in jail, perhaps the entertainment provided tonight would be enough to satiate her desire to feel truly alive. To let her continue to live as she had before she had perished. That was what SWAT let her do, continue to be a soldier but taking place exclusively in an urban setting, not too much different from what she had done before. |
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| Post #10 Jan 21 2015, 05:38 PM | Zamboni |
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The extraction had gone smoothly. His escape had been fluid. The purse was now in his possession. Everything seemed to have worked out quite perfectly for Fiddle. But he knew that the deed was not done until he was alone again, and free to sift through his ill-gotten gains. At no point did he let up on his pace, even when he peeked over his shoulder to recheck the woman's position. Unfortunately, she was brave enough and cognizant enough to not simply stand around and shout "THIEF!" to no one in particular. She was, instead, giving chase and closing fast. What made it even worse in Fiddle's mind was her lack of exclamation or shouting. She was quiet in her chase. That seemed off... No matter. Escape was an expected part of his lifestyle, and one that he had planned for many times. Knowing the city and the routes therein was incredibly important, and Fiddle knew some of the best places in the city to run or hide. He took the nearest one in front of him: a dark and narrow alleyway. He wait until the last moment to turn on his heel and zip into the alley, hoping the woman would slip up on her own momentum. The alley was only lit by a single dim bulb above a back door to one of the adjacent building, and was a dead end. To anyone else, that was bad news. To Fiddle, it hardly mattered. He had another route in mind. Showing off his acrobatic skills, Fiddle vaulted onto a closed dumpster before using it to jump further upwards. His hand grasped the ladder on a fire escape and he pulled himself in no time at all. From there, he headed to the roof tops, hoping that the woman had given up after seeing him make for the roof tops like some kind of ninja. In a turtleneck. |
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