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eugene fitzherbert affiliated with citta alveare. citizen / district alpha. IM's OK. tracking #exploitatively.

[alientie-blog]

He had the hottest date in town, there was no doubt about that. He’d made plans to use tonight to his girl into actually becoming his girl. Of course that doesn’t mean he couldn’t mingle around and bother talk to some other people.

Mulder sipped his punch, trying to decide if it would really be worth it to talk to Peridot again, when he felt a hand near his backside.

“Is she really trying to get fresh with me, here?!”

“What the –?” he turned to see, not his date, but some other guy. Was this guy trying to get fresh with him? Did he think Mulder way gay? He was so not gay!

“What the hell is this?!”

[exploitatively]

Wide-eyed and blinking repeatedly, the brunet stepped back as soon as the man turned around. Bringing his hand with him, of course.

“Okay, you’ve got it all wrong...” Granted, the stranger hadn’t said much about his thoughts in the first place, but Eugene knew just what he was thinking. And he was here to prove a point, a very firm point---

“I wasn’t trying to feel you up--- I meant to take your wallet!” Oh, pausing just for enough time to think, his face began to show embarrassment. That was probably worse.

[wicaria]

It’s been a while. 

There’s no grand announcement, no rustle in the crowd that tells him about the tell-tale return. 

Of a friend, a comrade, a whisper on the wind, really. That’s not why he snuck in, no way, no-how, but he’s sure glad he did.   Ide sighs relief when the ice reaches the bottom of his glass, marking the end to his breach of entry, pulling him out of his seat. 

It’s just a hunch, but he’ll act on it – since he’s done everything there is to do here tonight, but dance. He’s scoped selective areas barred off to check which ones can be pried and picked open, and he’s already spotted the deeper pockets of the crowd, too into their prize, too all over their girl.

It’s just no fun alone, to have nobody at the end of the night to divide loot with.

But when the life of the party returns, the whole atmosphere changes, as he pauses, smirking proudly to himself while palming at the top of the banister. 

He wasn’t wrong about it this time. 

He’s one of the sharpest dressed, you’d never take him as a lowkey felon. Girl dangling on his arm? Not really, when you have to be quick on your feet, but she seems to be enjoying his company greatly. He blends right in, and that’s what defines a great thief. 

Ide secures his escape tools on the inside of his dress-jacket, shrugging his way into it. 

It’s not entirely on either as he heels the polished floor, but it’ll do. Snatching two of the last drinks clean off a silver tray – he wilts at the pair he narrowly beat to them with a smile, skimming over to where his friend stands.

“Mr. Ryder!” 

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[exploitatively]

“Well if it isn’t my late friend!” The man jabbed, gladly trading his empty glass for the newly poured refill. With a woman by his side---he didn’t even know her name yet---the brunet held his lips in a wide smile directed to the other. It was no secret he had been awaiting his companion’s arrival the entire time, at least not after he’d told three people he had a ‘date’.

Hearing his friend try to small talk his way through the night---that was only cause for a laugh of his own. A small chuckle, happy to hear Ide’s eagerness hadn’t left since Eugene was last in town.

How long had it been, anyway? He couldn’t remember what time he must have missed during his days back in Corona, but it definitely seemed like little changed. After all, the two thieves were here at the winter ball once again.

Shaking his head fondly, Eugene whispered something barely-audible in the woman’s ear and soon she was off to her own business. Turning to the other man, he raised his glass and gave it a sharp clink against the other. “A toast to long-lasting friends, maybe? I dunno, anything but her laugh.” Oh, he’d heard the woman’s cackle alright. Honestly, he was glad she left... she frightened him just a bit.

[luthiensdaughter]

“One has to be born an elf,” she replied, stepping back away from his hand, “In order to have these ears. And our youth is not tied to our years, but rather to what one might call our emotional state. Lastly, immortality is not invulnerability.”.

[exploitatively]

“Well, that’s just unfair.” He muttered, though no hard feelings were apparent. “Wait, so you’re telling me the same stuff they always try to sell! I’m happy enough to look good... but immortality sure sounds interesting.”

[exploitatively]

@socialprocessing

Stepping past a young blonde, Eugene used his peripheral vision to giver her a once-over. With the fancy outfit she was wearing, he was almost sure she had valuables on her person. 

“You a dancer?” He asked after approaching the woman, his smile bright and welcoming. Even then, he only planned to gain information from her anyway. You know, those rich folks loved to gossip about each other.

[newfluffytown]

[cloakedsandsurfer-archive]

She’s quite confused about the ball, the different attires, the music, the purpose… But she does get the dancing, and so Wayfarer weaves around and about dancers as they dance, moving in her own fashion of dancing, cloak and scarf’s glow pulsing in time to the beat of the song.

Her long scarf is unlikely to trip or tangle others, though if it does happen Wayfarer probably wouldn’t notice.

[exploitatively]

Now, if he were to be honest, Eugene was mostly attending the ball in order to steal. Upon noticing a nice, long piece of fabric trailing along the ground he assumed it was attached to a designer dress. Clearly expensive if so, he decided to pick up the red cloth and followed it back to the owner. They were pretty unassuming, too. He sighed, disappointed at the lack of valuables on this person. Still, he tapped on their shoulder before offering their scarf back.

“A word of advice: you might want to carry this... y’know, unless you like the look of footprints.”

[exploitatively]

@alientie

Sneaking up on others was no big deal for Eugene, not when he had plenty of practice in the matter. And because his targets were usually those of wealthy and air-headed nature, he didn’t quite count on law enforcement wearing such nice clothes...

Perhaps that was why he simply stepped up beside the man, using the punch bowl as a means of looking occupied. In reality, his free hand had only begun to reach into the other’s back pocket and fish for their wallet.

[exploitatively]

@haemoneiron

Now that wasn’t right---he could have sworn the invitation said nothing about masks being worn. Having only just arrived, Eugene didn’t see many others in peculiar face masks... what did this individual have to hide?

Approaching them from the side, he held his hands at each side and made sure his satchel was safe. “Say, is head wear in fashion? I’ve been waiting to bring my hats out again!” All of his words were outright lies, but he figured small talk would allow the person open up to him.

[exploitatively]

@rosarum

Oh---oh no, no! How was he supposed to ignore this little lady? Eugene couldn’t help but saunter towards the blonde with a warming smile on his face, his eyes kind as he spoke. “Hello---” Although she was alone at the moment, he’d seen her with company earlier. Why wasn’t she the center of attention, he wondered?

“Care for a dance?” It was all he needed to say, after all, he was irresistible to the ladies.

[exploitatively]

@thiefguild

“Could’t help but notice your, ah---” Gesturing one hand to the priceless necklace in the other’s hold, Eugene smirked. He’d watched the blond slip the jewels right off someone’s neck during a dance, it was a bold move considering how populated the ballroom was. “You’ve got skills.”

[exploitatively]

A little ad for the Citta Ball? ofc. well if anyone wants to either chill/dance with Flynn or have your things stolen, like this post! I’ll cap it at three likes ‘cause I already have a few things to tend to. P.S. his outfit is here if you need it!

[exploitatively]

Disney ladies drabble prompts~

Alice: Our characters discover a rabbit hole to Wonderland.

Anna: One character isolates themselves from the world. The other character goes after them.

Ariel: One character saves the other from drowning.

Aurora: One character falls asleep leaning against the other.

Belle: Our characters at a library.

Charlotte: Our characters at a masquerade ball.

Cinderella: One character sneaks out to go to a party with the other one.

Elsa: One character reveals to the other that they have magic powers.

Esmerelda: One character saves the other from being executed.

Giselle: One character is a fictional character come to life. The other character helps them adjust.

Jane: Our characters lost in the jungle.

Jasmine: Our characters on a magic carpet ride.

Lilo: Our characters find an alien.

Maid Marian: One character is a robber. The other is in love with them.

Megara: One character is Death. The other character works for them.

Melody: Our characters going treasure-hunting.

Merida: Our characters inadvertently starting a brawl.

Mulan: One character pretends to be the opposite gender. The other doesn't know.

Nala: One character convinces the other to kick some ass.

Nancy: One character doesn't believe in love. The other convinces them otherwise.

Nani: One character sacrifices everything for the other.

Pocahontas: One character stands up for the other.

Rapunzel: One character helps the other sneak out.

Snow White: One character saves the other from being poisoned.

Tiana: Our characters get changed into frogs.

Ting-Ting, Su, and Mei: Our characters in an arranged marriage.

Tinkerbell: One character is jealous of the other.

Vanellope: Our characters playing video games.

[fleurite-blog]

   “ I am no stranger to charitable endeavors, but I have yet to come across one that involves the use of another’s hair. Perhaps you would not mind explaining further? ”

       the devious glint in his eye and the way his gaze remains trained on her locks does little to reassure her of his supposedly pure intentions, but she would rather wait to hear his explanation before calling him out on his behavior.

[exploitatively]

“Well,” Beginning his sentence with a drawn-out word, he smiled more sincerely at her question. The woman was likely not used to the city yet, especially not all the modern advances. He used his hands to gesture at his own hair and continued. “Ever heard of a wig? Sometimes they use real hair, y’know. And kids always want long, pretty hair!” Or whoever could pay a good price.

[panwati-a]

          “Well, no,” she replies over her shoulder, brows rising. “Th’ point is t’ make folks not wanna fight you at all– not have t’ prove to ‘em that they shouldn’t.” Or that was the idea she was getting from him. “An’ I know ‘cause I had t’ learn, why else?” 

[exploitatively]

Squinting, he felt a bit outsmarted by the girl. Really---he wouldn’t have thought of that reasoning. “Yeah... there’s just one problem with that---most people don’t like smart-asses.” Or thieves... but that was not something he had to admit. “Wait, why would YOU have to learn this stuff? You’re like sixteen!”

[bewareforswear-archived-deactiv]

Was he really doing this now? “Your loot?” She chuckled and crossed her arms, giving him her full attention if only for a moment. “I’ve been cramped in hiding for an hour, so I think the ‘loot’ is mine.” She dismissively ducked under his arm and went straight to the most delicate looking necklace. A thin chain with a brilliant sapphire pendant accented with tiny precious diamonds. It was displayed by its lonesome, with security measure stacked on top of security measure. She had to have it. For a friend, of course.

“Say, I bet you’d make a great scapegoat.” Without hesitance, Mal elbowed the glass. The very hard, reinforced glass. A shock of pain traveled up her arm, but she hardly had time to tend to it. The glass case, with necklace, flew off the pedestal and if alarms hadn’t been going off before, they sure were blaring now. Why did she have to mess things up all the time? She might as well take the whole thing. Where was it?

[exploitatively]

“Oh, like that’s supposed to be my fault...!” He exclaimed as soon as she responded, though the end of his sentence was likely unheard under the blaring sirens. Peering up at the overhead lights, he groaned in aggravation. Now he had a time limit---

Rolling his eyes, the thief grabbed a hammer from out of his satchel and approached one of the glass cases full of jewellery. With one sharp strike to the case, he broke through the glass and scooped up three nice necklaces. He looked back for a second at the girl, noting how she’d lost the very piece she was after.

“Ha---” Taking a running start towards the box she’d knocked over, he shoved his own loot in the bag and grabbed at her desired necklace. “Good choice...” He smirked at her, though his feet stopped and he simply stood there gloating.

[furrymodel-deactivated20170212]

Holding back an exasperated sigh, Zakuro finally consented to turn towards her conversational partner (though she’d much rather he hadn’t assigned that role to himself) and gave him a cold - perhaps even intimidating - look, as devoid of emotion as her voice was when she replied. “Why do you think that what I do or don’t do is any of your business? I don’t even know you.” Nor did she care to, frankly.

[exploitatively]

“Well jeez, no need for apathy in your tone!” He replied with the sound of offense to his own voice, eyes narrowed as if skeptical for once. Even so, he held out an empty hand and offered it to her as he introduced himself. “Hey---I’m Flynn.” Maybe once they did know each other, she’d lighten up a bit.

[fy-perspectives]

Honesty is a very expensive gift, Don’t expect it from cheap people.

Warren Buffett (via fy-perspectives)