the rush of a heist

independent danganronpa oc | the ultimate thief | written by lex

[mekamekakushi-blog]

“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way. In any case, if it rubbed off on you, I wouldn’t have anything going for me…!” He snickered lightheartedly in order to shake some of the sadness away – then again, would he ever feel anything but pure hatred towards himself? He could only hope. “Besides, with every piece of good luck comes extraordinary bad luck. Do you think you can handle that?”

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — “Good luck that comes with bad luck? Hmm...” Now that was interesting.  “I never thought of it like that. I guess with something so good, it has to come with a risk. Heh.” And he laughs, genuinely amused. “I’ll bite.” What could happen if he was struck with bad luck? Would he lose all the gains he got from all his heists? Hm. “It might make things more interesting, don’t you think?”

[thatonearsehole]

“Age is irrelevant.” Hinata says as he feels his personal space be violated by this absolute stranger. “But I’m in my teens, yes. Can I help you with something?”

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — “So you are. I have a good eye for stuff like this.” His lips curve up into a playful smile. “Must there always be a reason to interact with another person?”

[tommyknocker47]

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[mekamekakushi-blog]

“Me?” His first reaction is surprise, that someone would talk to him out of their own free will, and he’s unsure how exactly to proceed. When he’s not sure how to proceed, his go-to answer is… “It’s been quite the lucky day, as usual.”

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — “Yes, you.” He chuckles, intrigue blooming on his face. “A lucky day, hm? I wish some of that would rub off on me. I’m in a bit of a need for that.” Especially when it came to planning heists; he was slippery, sure, but he wouldn’t dare pass up a helping of luck if it was around.

[minauder-blog]

            ❝ Ah, that… ❞

With a gentle clatter, a silver pocketwatch intricatally engraved with small gems attached fell to the floor. He was about to pick it up, but the thief came from—where exactly did he come from?

                        ❝ That would be mine. May I have it back? ❞

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — “Aw,” came his teasing reply, gaze locked upon the pocketwatch now in his grasp. It was authentic silver with gems that appealed to the eye. As much as he wanted it, he hands it back with a smile playing upon his lips.

“Here you go. Take care of stuff like this. It would be a shame if someone stole it.”

[pompeuux-blog]

i’m working on completing the backstory! i’m about 500 words in, but there’s still a lot to add. the backstory tab is deactivated now and i’ll make an announcement when it’s back up. thank you. 

[ufansius]

Enameled gold and mother-of-pearl vanity case with coral flowers - Cartier, 1925.

[jxffrey-woods-deactivated201502]

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[pompeuux-blog]

name: akio kurusawa

nicknames: haeru (he will not answer to anything other than that unless he tells you himself to call him by his given name) gender: cis-male age: 22 (25 in post despair) date of birth: april 7th spoken languages: japanese, dabbles a little in french and english romantic preference: demiromantic sexual preference: pansexual occupation: ultimate thief, professional pickpocket criminal record: clean as of now disorders: -- eye color: amber hair color: dyed dark green height: 5′10″ scars: he has deep burn marks on his fingertips from burning off his fingerprints (covered by gloves) overweight: no  underweight: no color: green food(s):  steak drink: anything with vanilla in it candy: of course had sex: yes had sex in public: no gotten pregnant: no kissed a boy: yes kissed a girl: yes gotten tattoos: no gotten piercings: no smoked / drank / done drugs: no / yes / no had a broken heart: no been in love: no needed surgery: no  stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes a virgin: no a cuddler: yes a kisser: sure scared easily: yes, but he’d deny it jealous easily: yes trustworthy: depends single: yes in a relationship: no considered mean: can be harmed themselves: yes thought of suicide: no attempted suicide: no wanted to kill someone: no have / had a job: nothing legal fears: relying on another person siblings: younger sister parents: his parents are no longer together and were never married other: n/a children: none burns: fingertips

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — “So,” he starts, plopping down on a bench with his hands behind his head. “What’s your story? Actually, how’s your day?” His eyes gaze over at the stranger behind his mask, hoping this will fix his only growing boredom.

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — “Hm, that’s an awfully pricey necklace.” He can see quartz from a mile away. “Was it a gift from someone? Your Momma, perhaps?”

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — “Hey, you look smart with those glasses of yours.” Playfulness blossoms upon his face, his lips only tugging wider into a grin. “Mind helping me with something then?”

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — He languidly chews on a straw, eyes darting to everything and everyone before landing on one person in particular. Perfect; she seems nice enough to help him. “Hey, do you know where I can get some food? I’m craving sugar.”

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — “Hey. Nice camera.” Intrigue etches upon his face, eyes narrowing in amusement behind his mask. “What type of pictures do you like to take with that thing?”

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — “Hey, how old are you? You’re taller than me, but you have a much younger face.” He gives a small hum, gloved hands folding behind his back as he leans in closer. “Teens, perhaps?”

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — “Hey. You don’t need this, do you?” His gloved fingers pick up something that fell to the ground -- something awful shiny. “If not, hey. Finder’s keepers.” 

[pompeuux-blog]

「 ¥ 」;; — “I think I’m liking this place. I’m not from around here, so do you mind if I remind you what makes this place unique? Any breathtaking scenery or any lovely places to go to?” He needs information and fast.

[extraterrestrial-radiator]

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