Steal Like An Artist

Flynn Reynolds || 25 || Neutral || Exceptionally Handsome Thief Extrodinare "A fake reputation is all a man has."

[the-taylor-salazar]

Charlotte glanced up at the whistle, frowning a little bit at the idea of someone being amused at her conversation. “What? No. It was fine.”

[flynn-reynolds]

Flynn wasn't exactly sure that he believed the woman, although all he did was shrug his shoulders all the same. "It sure didn't sound like it was fine, but if you say so then. The name is Flynn, by the way." 

[thomas-o-mariet-blog1]

Thomas had gone out for coffee, looking to relax a few minutes before going to work. He had ordered a drink and then turned around only to see that all available tables were taken. There was room outside but it was cold and the tables out there had hipsters smoking at them, something he was unwilling to put up with. He saw Flynn sitting at a table by himself, carrying his coffee over and taking the seat across from him.

"Rough night? Look, unless you have a date showing up at some point I’m gonna take this seat." He informed him. His head turned to the side a little as he noticed the watch displayed on Flynn’s wrist.

"Gucci?" He asked curiously, nodding towards the watch.

[flynn-reynolds]

Flynn continued to rub his hand across his features in hopes that the gesture would prove to waken him up a bit more. The next time he had the ingenious idea to go on a thieving heist in the godforsaken hours of the night, he was going to have to have a serious talk with himself. At least the prize was well worth the late hour work. The brunette lifted his head upon hearing the voice of a male, when he noticed Thomas. He shrugged his shoulder to show that he wasn't opposed to the man taking a seat on the empty chair situated near his table, as he took a hold of his large coffee and leisurely sipped from it. 

"Late night, can't say that it was so much a rough night. I should have a hot date because come on it's me we are talking about, but nah, no hot date in the agenda for me today sadly. But yeah, go right ahead and sit down man." Flynn gestured to the seat before a grin curved onto his lips at Thomas noticing the brand of his watch.

"Of course, pretty awesome right? It was a gift."

[the-taylor-salazar]

Charlotte put down the phone with a sigh, wishing that the call had come when she was actually at home and not in public. “So much for that then…”

[flynn-reynolds]

Flynn let out a long whistle from his lips upon hearing the conversation that was apparent with the woman beside him and whomever was on the other line of her cell phone. "Well... that didn't exactly sound so pleasant."

[coltonxlasseter-blog]

"Huh, damn. Maybe I’ll have to."

[flynn-reynolds]

"I think that sounds like a wonderful plan. You'll be the guinea pig trying it out, and then you can just kindly let me know. It will be much appreciated." 

[officerwest-blog]

"I remember you," Jessica replied, holding her own piping hot cup of coffee in her hand while smiling down at the seemingly exhausted man. "From the precinct. You’re Mr. ‘I’m A Little Bit Of Trouble, But Trust Me, I’m No Danger.’ You nicknamed me Ginger Spice and called my boss a Grinch." She gestured toward the chair opposite him. "Mind if I sit down?"

[flynn-reynolds]

Flynn took a slow moment to finally register the ginger headed woman that now stood in front of him with a glowing smile on her lips. Of course, he recognized her, and he couldn't help but to allow a sluggish chuckle to brush from his lips at her words. Sitting himself up, he took a hold of his coffee before offering the officer a grin. "I'm kind of hard to forget I know, and of course, who am I to say no to such a lovely face." The brunette took a sip of his coffee, in hopes that would wake him up at bit before he continued on. "Your boss is the Grinch, Ginger Spice, he stabs at the heart and souls of others. I don't know how you do it, but any who, how have you been? Long time no see."  

[flynn-reynolds]

Flynn found himself in a cafe with a rather large drink of coffee in front of him as he rubbed his face from how tired he was feeling, but at least it was all worth it because the watch around his wrist was something he could definitely get use to. He opened his eyes, however, and looked up when he saw a shadow casting in front him. "..yeah?" 

[coltonxlasseter-blog]

"I haven’t been swimming in a billion years, do you know if the pool’s any good?"

[flynn-reynolds]

Flynn looked at the man that had randomly began speaking to him as he casually shrugged his shoulder. "I don't know man. Your guess is as good as mine. Why don't you try it out and let me know, yeah?" 

[tigertsorie-blog]

"Does anyone have a light?"

[flynn-reynolds]

Flynn leisurely threw a cigarette lighter he had just so happened to recently pick pocket from someone over to the brunette who had just asked for one. "There you go." 

[flynn-reynolds]

Task: Your character finds a box that brings up an old memory

Mentions: Rebecca Fitz

Trigger Warnings: None 

Flynn thought that it was high time he began to place his room back together. With his room now finally being his after Rosalie moved back to her apartment, he needed to place everything back where it properly belonged. Of course, cleaning was never one of his favorite things to do, but he wasn't a complete pig either, and he rather preferred being able to see the floor of his room. He found himself reorganizing his closet, placing his clothing correctly within the tiny amount of space when his eyes came across a box that was covered under some of his jeans. 

Taking a hold of the squared object, the brunette curiously opened it up to find out what could possibly be within it, since he didn't exactly recognize the box. It was when he opened it that he found some books. Reading the titles, a hint of a smile immediately crossed his features as he recognized from where those books were from. 

*****

Flynn hadn't figured out what bright idea made him return back to his home town, and even worse where he thought seeing his parents would be of any good. His mother was practically angry to see her son as she always presumed that he was just a disappointment in her life, and his old man never bothered to correct her. All in all, his visit was simply not wanted. He knew that he had gone back to try and fill a void. The only person he actually considered was really family to him had left a couple of months ago, and he was feeling the emptiness her lack of presence had left him with. The only problem now was that his family only made matters worse. He should have just stood with Robin and Merianne instead of making this ridiculous trip.

Since the brunette wasn't one to particularly dwell in set backs, he decided that he wasn't about to start now and knew of the perfect way to forget about his disappointment. Thieving. Taking a casual stroll through his old neighborhood, he spotted the perfect house that would fall victim to his sticky fingers. Feeling that usual peak of adrenaline coursing through his veins at the beginning of every heist, Flynn excitedly crossed the lawn of the home, expertly hiding himself when he did so. He was agile in his movements, and light on his steps, and before he knew it he had successfully picked the lock to the back door and allowed himself right in.

Picking locks, no matter what lock it might be, was an exceptional talent the thief possessed among many others, so of course granting himself access into this particular home was nothing short of a complete breeze. Once inside, Flynn assumed that no one was home because the lights were off. He didn't hear anyone and so he casually entered the living room and took a look around. On a table near by his eyes fell over the different variety of books that filled the surface, as he read over the obscure titles they all seemed to have. Since his attention had been focused on the books, he didn't notice the figure that entered the living room until he looked up.

Shit, he had been caught.

His eyes took in the figure of a woman with luscious blonde locks and who was now only inches away from him as her hands were arched high gripping what seemed to be... a pan? Was she really holding a frying pan? He had to admit, however, that she was very appealing to the eyes and with his head working quickly, Flynn resorted to flashing the woman his charming and oh so debonair pearly whites. He was clearly caught, so he figured, why not talk? He was a smooth talker after all, if anything he could weasel his way out of this situation. "Why hello miss radiant beam of beauty. How are you doing?"

In a blink of an eye, so fast that he wasn't even able to react, the blonde had wacked him hard with the frying pan.

Flynn wasn't sure how long he had been out, but he began to regain conscious as he noticed that he was splayed on the ground of the living room floor, his head now thoroughly pounding and when he looked up, the same blonde was hunched over him, her hands still gripping tight to that evil weapon of a frying pan. Immediately lifting his hands in the air to show surrender, the brunette began to talk and talk rather quickly. "Don't swing, don't swing! You know we just started off on the wrong foot here. I'm Flynn, and you really shouldn't swing because that hurts like hell! How about umm, how about a deal, yeah?" At this point Flynn was just spurting out the first thing that came to his mind.

"I can give you a life of adventure. Would you like that? You'll always have something to do, nice places to see, okay maybe some thieving around, pickpocketing here and there but that's good for your health, helps you grow you know? Mature in life. What do you say? A life of swashbuckling adventures in exchange for my head not throbbing?" The brunette hadn't realize what he had said until the words already fell right out of his lips, and maybe the offer came so quickly because the blonde before him sort of reminded him of Rosalie in a way.

Either way, that was how Rebecca came to end up with his band of merry thieves, and he found that he has yet, till this day, regret that impulsive decision. 

***

Chuckling softly at the fond memory, Flynn walked out of his room with the box in his hands and yelled out for Rebecca. "Goldie! Why are your books in my closet?! Seriously, now!" 

[snowydragonsx-deactivated201602]

[jenniferprescott-blog]

"For a blissful moment, I almost forgot that classes start this week. It feels so odd to go back to school after everything that happened over break."

[flynn-reynolds]

"Well you know." Flynn began as he spoke ever so casually. "You can always just drop out of school. Than you won't have classes anymore and life will be good."

[misspandorasurrey]

Pandora had always been logical. She liked logic. Having fun was nice, yes, but logically one couldn’t have fun all the time. Especially not when there were terrible things happening in the world. “Even if they had, their opinions don’t matter to me, just like your opinion doesn’t matter to me,” she raised her eyebrows at him and wanted to roll her eyes. “Seriously, why is everything you say to me a backhanded comment?” she asked. “What did I ever do to offend you?”

[flynn-reynolds]

If Flynn hadn't already foresaw such a response coming his way the moment the brunette moved her lips to speak. He always found logical people to be so plainly predictable. "Surprise, surprise, so you will continue to be a kill joy then for the rest of your life? I think that's going to be your new name from me, kill joy." It was then that the brunette flashed the woman a grin as he once again simply shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, don't take it personally. I'm like this with mostly everyone."

[chapman-oliver-blog]

Oliver glanced between the bags of groceries and the man before nodding, prepared to leave until he heard him ask a question. “I-I’m Oliver. A-and I d-don’t know about that. I like to help p-people and I don’t expect stuff from it.”

[flynn-reynolds]

Flynn could tell that Oliver was clearly nervous at the moment, as to why, he couldn't really fathom. There were scarier people in the city that he should be scared of, as for Flynn, the most the kid should be worried about is where his wallet will be once this conversation ended. "Nice to meet you there, Oliver. The name's Flynn, in case you were wondering. Well then you would be one in the very, very, million few who does in this good ole quaint little city of Regium."

[rosiebriar-blog]

When the Bough Breaks [Rosalie and Flynn]

Because she was feeling generous enough to give Flynn back his bed—and because she honest to God wanted some space to herself—Rosalie had slowly begun spending more time in her own apartment. Besides, now that it’d been a few weeks and she’d made little to no sign of being ready to bolt again, her best friend had relaxed a little, not really blinking an eye or even commenting on those select nights that she didn’t come back to the A-Team’s headquarters. Either that, or he simply didn’t want to know what she was up to. Or maybe he wanted to know but he didn’t want to ask. It had always been like that between them; wanting to know, but not wanting to pry.

For example, she thought that she wanted to know who they might be looking to target in the future—maybe even see if she could lend a helping hand, add a dash of her own expertise into the mix of experienced thieves. But when she’d accidentally overheard a conversation between Robin and Merianne about that very topic, a conversation that also happened to mention a very familiar name, she’d found herself at a crossroads. The blonde had never been one to interfere in the lives of others… But this, this had her on edge. This was something that she had to stop before it went too far or before she was no longer in a position where she even could. And she knew just who she needed to talk to about it.

Opening the door to Flynn’s room, Rosalie stormed in and practically slammed it shut, the force emanating from all the adrenaline and pacing back and forth working herself up to have this conversation. "Adam Lupin," she stated simply, not wanting to beat around the bush. "You lot are planning to rob Adam Lupin?"

[flynn-reynolds]

Over the past few weeks the flow in his living space was becoming pretty normal. His friends have all but accepted Rosalie's presence, even went along with simply calling her Roxy, although they all knew that that was not the blonde's real name. It all seemed to flow well, and he could tell that his friends liked the extra added personality that had came to stay in the time that has passed. Save the past event that had occurred in the arts festival, a shooting no less, the shocker there, everything was going pretty well for the brunette. It didn't seem like the blonde would be making a bolt to anywhere unexpected anytime soon, or so he'd like to convince himself because, of course, he noticed the nights Rosalie would stay at her place rather than at his. 

Granted, having his room back was rather nice, so he wasn't complaining on that part, but he didn't actually mind giving up his space if that meant that Rosalie wouldn't just run off on him without at least giving him a proper goodbye, but as it always was, the brunette never wanted to pry on her matters. Rosalie was an adult and who was he to stop her in the end... right? So allowing the woman her freedom to do as she pleased, Flynn was at his place lounging lazily on his bed, his bed for once in what seemed like forever, when all too suddenly he heard his door swing wide open. Sitting straight up he caught none other than the same blonde he had been thinking about now entering his room. 

The door slammed shut, loudly, alerting Flynn that Rosalie was clearly put out but as for what he had absolutely no idea, as per usual. When she spoke and stated the topic for her annoyance, he still had no idea why she was so upset as he arched a brow and stared at his best-friend questioningly. When it came to matters on who him  and the gang were going to steal from, the brunette never bothered to find out the particulars leaving all of that to Robin and simply following orders afterwards. "Well, hello to you too, and thank you for almost breaking my door of it's hinges much appreciated. Adam Lupin.... the name sounds familiar... Robin might have mentioned him. Why?" 

[fitzrebecca-blog]

Rebecca let Flynn take the pan from her, slowly uncurling her fingers when she realized how tightly she’d still been grasping it. She hoped he wouldn’t notice but had serious doubts that he wouldn’t. It seemed she could barely help making a fool of herself around him. She cracked a smile at the memory of the unfortunate misunderstanding that had lead to his concussion at the hands of her and her trusty frying pan. She wasn’t sure why more people didn’t take to pans as weapons. They were pretty effective and frankly a lot of fun. “Maybe you saw it as you were snorting it down.” she countered smugly. “Sorry, as Robin was snorting it down. Excuse me.”

Rebecca frowned when Flynn mentioned how well they may or may not have come to know each other. She’d been traveling with Robin’s little gang for over a year and living with all of them in Regium for months, but Flynn still puzzled her. “I don’t think I know anything about you at all.” she muttered sadly, more to herself than to him. When she heard the words aloud, she turned and went back into the kitchen to avoid his judgmental gaze as best she could. “Will you take the regular kind?” she called behind her as she did her best to act casual. “We’ve got a whole box of that. I’ll put some margarine in the bowl with it and you can use your imagination.”

[flynn-reynolds]

During a normal circumstance, Flynn wouldn't have allowed the opportunity of seeing Rebecca so tightly grip a frying pan go without properly being obnoxious until he had beaten the topic down but, seeing as the brunette could clearly see how frightened she looked, he decided against it for this once. Yes, he was an intolerable pain, and he knew that he could be at times, but he wasn't all bad. With that decision now made in his mind, he lightly dropped the pan onto the nearest table in the living room once it was released to his hand before addressing the blonde. Narrowing his eyes at her smug commentary Flynn gave her a face. "Wrong again, goldie. I would know if I had eaten the last extra butter popcorn." Forming a charming grin onto the curve of his lips he continued on. "I guess I can ever so humbly excuse your little mishap since it seems that you have corrected yourself. A little snobbish, of course, but I'm a forgiving person."

Flynn was taken aback, and rather off guard, when he caught the frown that crossed Rebecca's features and the words that had followed soon after. As for why he was, however, he didn't actually know because he knew very well that she hardly knew a thing about him, hell, even Robin and Merianne barely knew him. It was simply how he was, guarded. He never told anyone much about himself if he could help it, besides, what would he have to say anyways? Nothing good. It was probably better off that the blonde knew the little that she knew. So, for once, Flynn just remained silent, not really knowing what to say at all, a miracle of all in of itself, before it took him a moment to even allow his legs to process moving and following Rebecca into the kitchen. "Make it extra margarine and you have me sold, just this once for the sake of compromise" He replied casually intentionally letting what she had said before drop out of existence.

[chapman-oliver-blog]

Oliver blinked at his words and instinctively took a step back. “I, uh, I like helping out people. Y-you look like you needed help.”

[flynn-reynolds]

Flynn caught how the guy almost immediately took a step back, his normal lazy grin beginning to curve over his lips as the brunette spoke. "Nah, I got it. Grocery week for me, unfortunately. I myself don't have faith in the human race, so helping out is not my thing, but what's your name, kid?" 

[misspandorasurrey]

Pandora had to laugh at that one. It wasn’t like his comment was funny, but it was so completely ridiculous that she couldn’t help but laugh at it. “First of all, your phone is a inanimate object, it doesn’t care who uses it. And secondly, you don’t even know me.” She narrowed her eyes at his second comment. “Am I not allowed to make conversation?” she asked. 

[flynn-reynolds]

A lot of what Pandora was saying wasn't even bothering to register through Flynn's head as she started out with her logical twist to everything. Rolling his eyes, the brunette let out a sigh. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a kill joy? A fun sucker? Imagination murderer? A grey and white logical old maid?" Allowing a simple shrug to lazily roll off his shoulders he continued on. "No, you are, never said you couldn't."