Bella Clandestine

You don't find me, I find you. The best of the Homeless Network. My moral compass doesn't always point North but if you want something, or someone, found come to me. ((Sherlock Roleplay Account. Entirely fictional.))

[governmentofficial]

thebrokenhuntress

arkytiorhisgranddaughter

skeletonsoflondon

artfulseeker

goddessoftruthandhonesty

Hm. You do realise you are hanging out the outside of Downing Street, yes? It looks incredibly suspicious.

[artfulseeker]

Bella chuckles. "I know exactly where I am, thank you. I'm just... sightseeing."

[artfulseeker]

[katherinependleton-deactivated2]

Katherine doesn’t know the restaurant; she’s never been here before. It’s got an Italian vibe, making it less retro than cheesy.

It’s full of people who’ve chosen this place as a venue.

She sits at the corner both and works her way through a bottle of wine.  By the third glass, she checks time on her phone it reads: 8:28 p.m.

She puts her phone away.

She considers popping outs and sitting on a bench and have a taste of her low tar cigarette. She decides against it. It’s to cold outside.

Know it’s 8:35 p.m. and a table of twenty has just come in.  they’ve booked in advance and the table have been arrange at the rear of the restaurant so they won’t disturb the other customers. Some of the girls are dressed in cocktail dresses and some of the men a dressed in suits.

Katherine drains the glass and gets the bill bounces up, knocking one of the waiters in her path. 

A woman dressed in overstitched jeans and a hoodie, she moves unsteadily, into the crowed. Knocking through the swarm, hitting her shoulders against the man opposite side of her, slipping her hand into their pocket and picking out brown leather wallet. She turns her head and says, “Sorry.” She said politely as she deposited the wallet into her jacket pocket. “I wasn’t looking where was going.”

Katherine shoots helpless glances over and sees the woman’s movie swiftly, like she tries concessive something, she tries to block it of her mind, but before she can objects, the woman had walked out, clipping her heels on the pavement. She staggers out the restaurant, dropping her purse and her phone. She turns her head looking for the items she had dropped. Shifts her gave into the woman eyes, not realizing she had walked into the woman in the hoodie. She nods at her, as if she had acknowledge something between them.  

[artfulseeker]

Bella bends down and picks up the phone and wallet from the floor, as she does she pulls out a twenty pound note as quick as lightning and pushes it up her sleeve for safe keeping. 

"Here, sorry about that." She smiles kindly and hands the lady's possessions back. "I hope your phone isn't damaged."

Bella's gaze wanders through the large glass window and rests on one of the people she had pick-pocketed as he searches his pocket for his wallet which had mysteriously disappeared. Her smile alters slightly and becomes more of a smirk before she looks back to the woman.

[artfulseeker]

Open Starter

Bella stepped out of the expensive restaurant, her pocket £150 heavier than it was when she had entered it. It was almost dull how easy it was to pick-pocket the unsuspecting fools that had crowded the bar of the restaurant. Her heels clipped on the pavement as she walked away, the cold London air already making her cheeks pink. 

Her shoulder hit the person walking opposite to her, coincidentally dressed in suitable attire for the restaurant she had just exited, and her hand slipped into their pocket to pick out their wallet.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking where  was going." She said politely as she deposited the wallet into her jacket pocket.

[artfulseeker]

((I'm completely new to this and I have no idea how to start role-playing on here, so please bear with me whilst I work out how to do this!))

[artfulseeker]

Bella's Quick Bio.

Age: Well, that depends on the situation and the disguise. 

          -Anything between 15 and 22.

Height: Five foot, six. (Without heels).

Weight: It gets kind of hard to know your weight when your homeless.

Hobbies: Does pick-pocketing count? 

          -Oh, and I guess Hide and Seek, sort of.

Personality: Just your average homeless girl with a touch of psychopath in her.

Anything else you want to know about me you'll have to deduce.

Ta ta, morons. x.