Do What You Must (OPEN)

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TClopin walked the boardwalk of the city. He was rather bored, and didn't really like it here. He missed his old home, his Court of Miracles, all the Gypsies that were lost, his little brother and sister. So many other people from there had made, but he had still yet to find the multitude of gypsies, only a handful scattered around. It had been five years since that fateful day they all came to this world, and he was beginning to lose faith in ever finding the lost gypsies.

But Clopin didn't come to the boardwalk to think about his lost people, no he came because he needed supplies for his puppets. The children were very rough with them and he needed to find a more durable cloth to keep them from ripping all the time. But first, he needed some money to purchase the materials.

Clopin's dark eyes searched the crowded boardwalk, he only went shopping on days when he knew that the places would be crowded enough for him to easily filch a wallet or two for basic needs. The few other gypsies that managed to get here knew enough to pickpocket for themselves but if they needed a lot, they would hold a show and let the younger ones go around through the crowds.

He then saw a young fool over dressed in what one would call "rich boy apparel" with his wallet half hanging out of his pocket. Clopin rolled his eyes, it was almost too easy. He reached up, as if to readjust something on his face, when he remembered that here, people didn't wear masks, and people who did were know easily recognized because of it. He could slip through the crowds much easier without his mask than with it. Easier for people to forget they'd seen him.

Clopin walked behind the boy, fingers nimbly grabbing onto the wallet and effortlessly pulling it out of the pocket. The boy had no idea he had even pulled the wallet from him. Clopin leisurely walked further down the boardwalk, away from the boy as he safely tucked the wallet into the front pocket of his pants. He was smirking as he made his way to the store.

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•word count• 371!
•tags• OPEN!
•status• not done !
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[FINNEGAN TRAMBACK]

A smirk mirrored the curl on Clopin's lips, not based off an evil act like the masked stranger, but instead of satisfaction. Finnegan had seen it all, a silent witness to the minuscule crime right before his eyes. But as any street rat would - the boy said nothing. He let it happen with a burst of victory inside of his own heart. Despite how little Finny stole compared to begging, he absolutely cherished the moments where the poor screwed over the rich... no matter who the charger was.

Pushing himself off the fence he was previously perched on, Finny snaked his way through the crowd to reach this stranger. He didn't care about who he bumped, shoved or touched.. because unlike Clopin he wasn't trying to be invisible right now, the boy had given up on that. He found it easier to befriend those he mooched off of, made a half career out of grubbing. This way if he was caught, it became much easier to pass off, rather than being thrown in jail without a girl or thrill in sight. The enemies he made he avoided at all costs, cowardly ducking and running from their eyes so that he could keep himself on a pedestal of perfection forever.

"Hey," he perked his chin up and nodded at Clopin, a half smirk still stretching his lips. "Gonna need some ID from that wallet, there" naturally he was only teasing the bloke, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him.

Finnegan leaned against the doorframe of the shop, hands shoved in pockets and one leg crossed over the other. One tanned eyebrow raised at the stranger, playful rather than challenging. On immediate greetings Finny considered everybody a friend, only expecting them to think the same despite how he teased them. He was overly arrogant in respect to his own personality and charisma, figuring that no matter what he'd be liked by everybody... and if they hated him then of course there was something wrong with them.