Nocturnal Pick-Pocket

Ofelia Walsh - 30 - Thief {Kings}

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kingrueofnewyork:

Her blood was ironclad, leaving her unusually warm during the winter. Sure, she wore a coat, but no gloves and no scarf. She was New York bred, ready for winter like anyone raised her. Though, as she heard a voice nearby, a familiar one at that, she smirked and looked down to Ofelia who seemed to be enjoying an iced coffee. “Why am I not surprised that your pretty face would be drinking something cold in the winter.” She ask rhetorically, laughing softly as she sat down and crossed her legs at the knees. “What flavor is that?” She said, pulling down her glasses just a bit so she could look into Ofelia’s eyes.

Looking around when she heard Rue’s voice, she smiled as she spotted the woman walking closer to her. “You’re not surprised because I’m just that chill of a person?” she suggested, grinning as she bit the very top of her straw before taking another sip. At first it had been odd to act so familiar with Rue out in public while at the same time acting quite the opposite when it came to Kings business. Despite the fact that the Kings wasn’t an actual workplace, it had felt at first as if Ofelia was hanging out with an actual boss. But time had passed and she had gotten more comfortable around the gang leader. And it felt like no strange thing to be chatting the woman up like this. “Um...does holiday spirit count as a flavor?”

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thesilentstone:

“Did you just call me ‘kid’?” He asked, looking to the line and then to the chair as he sighed again. “I’m not scared of the line. I just don’t want to stand out here just for a cup of black coffee but I want their dark roast. It’s a dilemma for a First-Worlder.” He laughed softly, sitting down with her and pulling out a hand warmer and snapping it on. “Thanks.” He said to her in order to show his gratitude for her pushing the chair out for him, rubbing the hand warmer in his icy palms. Sighing in relief, he looked to her with a raised brow and chuckled a bit. “I could do that, as soon as I can feel my fingers.”

“I did. Be mad about it,” she said with a careless shrug and a grin that showed no remorse for her teasing. “Besides, you look like one all bundled up against that.” Moving the other empty chair at her table around, she was able to position it so she could her feet up on it since it looked like she’d be staying awhile. “You really do have First World problems. And you are such an indoor cat, too. How have you survived in this city for this long? she asked with a laugh, watching as he pulled out a hand warmer. “On second thought, I don’t think you’ll be able to use it. Your fingers are probably so frozen, they’ll be falling off at any moment.”

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sourires-et-masques:

“I don’t know about the holiday but, yeah there’s definitely some spirit in my coffee,” Hannah quipped with a soft laugh. How many people could say that random encounters with their exes wasn’t awkward? Hannah and Ofelia had moved past that stage of awkwardness, thankfully. “When will people stop treating coffee like a trend,” she grumbled with a roll of her eyes before taking a sip of her pipping hot coffee. “How have you been, Fi?” She asked warmly, after a moment.

“Holiday Spirit is Christmas Magic is Festive Cheer is alcohol,” she said with a laugh, looking over to Hannah from her spot in her chair. “People will stop trending anything. Something as basic as parenting can be made into trends. And coffee is so much more important than the whole family thing, so if trends can happen to something so sacred, you know it’s never going to end,” she pointed out, glancing to Hannah again and then to the empty chair next to her. Pushing it out a bit, she waved between it and her ex. “I’m drowning myself in coffee and Kahlua. So...nothing new. Anything new going on with you? How are the furry babies?”

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tessa-cross:

“I think the day we start shipping babies there might just be a problem.” Tessa rolled her eyes and laughed, finding the wording just as absurd as when she had heard the phrase used by one of the other waitresses. “It just took me forever to get her dressed this morning, she was not having any other outfit I tried this morning.” She raised her voice to talk over Olivia’s fussing, only letting it continue another moment before she caved and plucked the dressed-up girl from her stroller and cuddled her close. It was part of the never ending struggle between letting a child cry it out or caudal them. It seemed the decision was mostly becoming based on Tessa’s level of exhaustion for the day, the latter often winning out on her more tired days - Such as today.

“Shh, shh, shh,” she murmured softly and bounced her daughter gently, the combination of sounds directed at her and the movement enough of a distraction to hush her. “I think ‘feisty’ is an understatement,” Tessa said quietly, smiling lazily at Ofelia. “What brings you out today? Most people would pick snuggling up with some hot chocolate over being out in this cold.”

“Ah, but what else are you supposed to do at play dates? Talk with the other moms? What if they’re boring? Or, worse...What if they’re huge into kale and four a.m. runs and aligning your charmanders or whatever they’re called? I mean, I could forgive the chalk stars but not the kale. Or the running,” she said, wrinkling her nose a bit. That was one of her not-so-serious fears of becoming a parent, having to deal with the ‘Super Parent’ if their kids ended up being friendly. 

“Ooh, she’s going to be a girl who knows what she wants. Strong minded and a great sense of style,” she joked, watching as the baby slowly started to quiet down. Smiling back at Tessa, she adjusted a bit in her seat so she was facing the woman more fully. “I would snuggle up to that, but sadly, I am out of hot chocolate. My next option was to replace the hot chocolate with a hot body. But even more sadly, I am out of hot bodies, too. So I decided to run out to the store to get some stuff for a Peppermint Patty,” she explained, leaning her head lightly against her hand as she propped her elbow up on the back of the bench. “Why’d you come out? Trying to get her to calm down?” she asked, gesturing to Olivia.

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kingcfdiamonds:

Drew had looked up, hoping that it would be the coffee he had ordered and was disappointed when it wasn’t one of the baristas he’d seen while he had been ordering inside. “It usually depends on what I plan on doing, but I don’t discriminate based on the weather.”

“Well, then what should I discriminate based on?” She grinned while shrugging a shoulder, taking a sip from her iced drink. “Race? Sex? Gender? Kinda lame, plus kinda offensive,” she pointed out, shrugging both shoulders this time. “But I guess people have different, and sometimes horrible, tastes.”

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netflixdefenders:

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thesilentstone:

It was much colder than he expected, but it was November and he should’ve been more aware of the weather. But, because of his time off, he kinda lost track of a lot of things…like things happening outside. Stuffing his hands in his jacket and cursing himself for forgetting a scarf and gloves, he was about to duck into his favorite café until he saw the line. Groaning softly, he pulled his hands out of his jacket and rubbed them together before he blew his warm breath into their cupped stance. Though, as he heard a familiar voice taunting him, he raised a brow and looked right over to her. “I’m weak, but only because I forgot my wool-lined gloves and scarf at home.”

She raised a brow as Tucker tried to defend himself. “Uh huh...I’m pretty sure needing all those extra things would kinda sorta put you in the weak category, kid,” she pointed out, glancing between Tucker and the full cafe. “Scared of the line?” she asked, settling more comfortably in her chair so she could see Tucker better. “You can always sit with me till the line goes down a bit,” she added, pulling the chair next to her away from the table a bit so he could sit down. “I think this cafe also has one of those phone apps where you can order online. If you wanna be lazy like that.”

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sourires-et-masques:

misty mornings or rainy mornings? soft pillows or hard pillows? mismatched pjs or pj sets? tv shows or films? ds or game boy? play station or xbox? tattoos or piercings? rosemary or thyme? graphic tees or button downs? headphones or earphones?

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tenziins:

With the blessing of modern technology, Tenzin’s already ordered and let the cafe know that she’s sitting at a table outside when the door opens. For a moment she thinks that the dark haired woman is just another hipster barista, but that’s clearly not the case when the drink in her hand is half empty. ❝ It’s natural selection in it’s most obvious state. ❞ She says with a slight nod. ❝ Plus, iced coffee’s stronger, winter’s just the hazelnut lover’s ploy to continue to ruin perfectly good cofee. ❞

Her attention peaked when she heard the other agreeing with her statement, grinning brightly while she winked at her knowingly. “Obvious, but effective. I mean really, natural selction is just evolving to fit the modern times. Bears and pterodactyls aren’t just wandering through Central Park on their own anymore. So Mother Nature’s gotta think of some other way to keep us in line,” she said, turning in her seat to see the stranger better. 

“Full disclosure, I do sometimes delve in flavored coffees. The urge to be ‘basic’ overcomes me from time to time. But my first coffee love is always ice coffee.”

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sourires-et-masques:

“Well, add booze to my coffee and I’d have it either way, hot or cold,” Hannah remarked, nursing a steaming cup of Irish Latte with extra whiskey as she wandered out of the cafe that they had both probably been in. “Is it just me or was the cafe really too crowded?” She asked the woman she’d just randomly struck up a conversation with.

She grinned widely as a random stranger decided to respond to Ofelia’s statement. Was this weird to her? Not one bit, actually. Ofelia could easily hold conversations with almost anyone, even a rock. Or so her friends have joked. “I’m pretty sure that’s just the holiday spirit everyone keeps talking about,” she said, referring to the other’s reference of alcohol. Glancing back to the cafe with a nod, she took another sip from her cold drink. “It is. Pumpkin Spice season has ended and now is the time of Peppermint.”

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“Only the weak switch to warm coffee during the winter,” she said, taking a long sip of her ice coffee. She had been inside of the cafe behind her, enjoying her day off from everything. But now that the weather was turning colder, Ofelia was wanting to be outside to bask in the crisp air. Maybe she was an odd duck, but she had always vastly preferred the cold over the hot when it came to weather. Snow flurries were much prettier than heat waves. 

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breathtakingqueens:

“I’ve never been a fearful person. When I was growing up, I wanted to be an actress, a writer, and a musician and I never really processed that those are the three hardest jobs - I just never even processed it.” - Krysten Ritter

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boycottsm:

waffles or french toast, blueberries or raspberries, apple juice or orange juice, hot tea or hot coffee, honey or sugar, iced or lukewarm water, steak or fish, sweetened or black tea, mangoes or kiwi, breakfast or dinner, candy or chips

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tessa-cross:

Having judgement cast on her was not something new to Tessa, even before her pregnancy. Olivia may have only been a few months old but her mother was quick to learn that the tiny human was in charge. That morning she had managed to somehow make a mess, spit up on, or in general throw an outrageous fit until she wound up in the one outfit that survived it all - A bright yellow onesie, done up with layers of tulle and ribbon in a perfect tiny replica of Belle’s dress. 

She was a small, but moody, princess. The entire walk she fussed and whined until Tessa finally came to a stop and dropped down on to a bench along their path. With the stroller facing her she rocked the seated girl back and forth, smiling softly at the girl in hopes that she would settle soon. Shortly after she caught sight of a pair of shoes come to a halt in her peripheral, lingering longer than a passerby typically would.  “Before you ask, yes she’s in a Halloween costume,” Tessa said without looking up, eyes still set on her daughter. “I have my reasons.”

“Aw, is she going to go on a playdate with Beast? How cute. I’d totally ship my baby with other ones. You know, if I had one,” she said with a shrug, grinning at Tessa. It had been random chance to run into Tessa, but it was a welcome surprise. Ofelia knew the other woman was busy since she was a working mom after all, but she was continuing to build a friendship with Tessa. You could never have too many good friends. At least, that’s what her mother always told Ofelia as she was growing up. 

Plopping down gently on the bench next to her, Ofelia cuddled her purse in her lap as she made cooing noises to the fussy baby. “She’s a feisty thing this morning, huh?” she asked, looking to Tessa  with another grin. If anyone in this world knew just one thing about babies, it was that they could be a terror if they wanted to be. And it seemed like maybe today was one of those days from what Ofelia was seeing. 

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tessa-cross:

If she could have it her way, Tessa wouldn’t have to venture out from the Diamonds camp at all. Hell, if she had it her way then none of this would be happening, but that clearly wasn’t how life was going to work. As much as she wanted to stay inside and keep Olivia distracted, it was only a matter of time before the toddler would grow tired of her toys and books. Their old apartment wasn’t far and from what she had heard the streets weren’t too overrun - yet. Still, it didn’t stop her from grabbing a bat and hoping for the best as she headed out.

The search didn’t last long. The apartment held too many memories and in the end Tessa grabbed the first few items she saw before she left, pace quick until she saw the headquarters. It was then that she took off in a run, something that would be regretted a moment later as she clumsily tripped over practically her own two feet. The tumble and crash that followed left her in a panic, scrambling to get back up and look around for what attention the commotion had drawn. For a split second she counted herself lucky and was ready to hit the pavement again when she heard someone call out. Immediately she ducked her head down and looked around, grip on the handle of the bat tightening. “I didn’t mean to,” she called out after a moment. In her panic of the fall she hadn’t recognized the familiar voice and stepped back from her spot, unsure of who (or what) would be approaching. “I just tripped over my own two feet….I’m not lookin’ for trouble, I promise.”

There was a tense moment as Ofelia frowned in thought, starting to recognize the voice. But she wasn’t sure if her guess was correct until she finally got Tessa into her line of sight. “Holy crap, Tessa! Oh my God, you’re alive?!” she said, dropping her gun immediately and tucking it back into her waistband. “I almost could have shot you,” she added, letting out a sigh of relief as she took a few more steps closer to her friend. 

Ofelia had honestly thought Tessa had died during all of this. She hadn’t seen her since before the outbreak or even heard much news of the woman. She had thought she had seen her brother from a distance a few months back, but there had been too many obstacles in the way for Ofelia to get to him. “Oh man. You have no idea how happy I am to see you alive,” she said with a grin, looking around them for a quick second to make sure Tessa’s fall hadn’t caused enough noise to bring by any curious runners. She looked her over again, taking in her general appearance. It looked as if Tessa wasn’t one of the ones roaming the city on her own, which Ofelia was happy about. “How is your family? And the baby? Is Olivia alright?”

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halliewebbs:

When she was out in the city, encountering other people was a rare situation. Hallie tended not to see another soul on almost any of her scavenging trips. After all, she wasn’t sure she counted the zombies as having souls, and unsurprisingly, people seemed to do their best to keep to themselves. 

The hypothetical question she’d heard posed to the air around the corner had caught her attention, though. It was such a strange sensation, in a city that had once been bustling, to hear a new voice, let alone one that had a sense of humor. She had approached as carefully as she could, but the toe of her boot had caught at the last second and she’d toppled forward, landing a little roughly on one shoulder and hissing with pain as she hit the concrete. Probably not dislocated, but it was going to leave a mark. 

She paused and went still for a moment when she heard the quiet crunch of approaching footsteps, sitting up slowly and looking toward the direction of the voice with a faint smile. “Polo?” She offered in return, holding her hands up and wincing a little as her shoulder pulled. “Didn’t mean to intrude. Just looking around.”

Even as she rounded the corner with her gun still held up high, Ofelia couldn’t help the faint grin when she heard the voice calling back to her with the appropriate answer. “Fish out of water?” she said, looking to the woman as she was sitting on the ground. Ofelia’s gaze swept over the other, relaxing somewhat since she wasn’t holding any weapons. But there seem to be something wrong with her since Ofelia had caught the wince. “You hurt?” she asked, keeping her gun ready just in case. “Or bit?”

Ofelia wanted to help the woman, that had been her first instinct when she had seen her on the ground. But she had lost too many friends and Kings members for her act blindly trusting of any injured stranger. Though...there was something vaguely familiar about the woman in front of her. But Ofelia put it out of her mind. She had seen a lot of faces during her ‘normal life’ and she was staying in the same general area. So it shouldn’t surprise her that some of the people she ran across would look a little familiar.

“What were you looking for?” she asked, keeping a straight face even as her thoughts flew back to her buried treasure she was trying to unearth in the building next to them.