#abraham chat

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@bubblegumxmallets

Abraham wasn’t just your common thief, he was a master of the art. Or at least, he was striving to be. He was doing well for himself, stealing successfully from the poor, oblivious sods he passed on the streets. He conned his way into museums and galleries, pulling off tough heists with the help of his uncle, only to sell the stolen pieces on the black market for a much higher price. But he was getting weary of this life, not that he would ever admit that to his uncle - he’d be insane to do that. But it was the truth. Pick-pocketing only got him so far, and pulling off heists with his uncle was honestly not as great as it seemed. Abraham wanted more - he wanted bigger scores, something that could reignite the fire and fuel his thrill for theft. 

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@shesboundtolose

Abraham found himself missing the firecracker he woke up next to weeks ago. They never really did get a chance to talker, with her so flustered and in a hurry to get out of there. She was probably ashamed of that night, but he was not. Life was too short not to have some fun, and that’s how he lived every day. Well, maybe not the sex part but he definitely had some fun stealing from the blind - and by blind he meant the common folk, who were too stupid to realize they were being robbed. Abe has standards, of course, he would never actually steal from a blind person. Did he classify her in that category? No and yes; no because she definitely wasn’t stupid, but yes because she had no idea that he borrowed a couple of nice dollar bills from her. 

Despite that portion of their encounter, it was rather nice what they had. He wouldn’t mind having a nice little chat, to get to know her a bit more. Though, if he were being completely honest, he wouldn’t deny there were other benefits to seeing her. Benefits for him, of course. 

The Englishman was clever when it came to finding his mark, doing a bit a recon in order to track her down. He asked around the neighborhood, showing them a picture he might have sneaked into his possession when he was rummaging through her belongings. Hey, he had to have something permanent to remember her. When he did find her, Abraham decided to play it cool - smooth. 

‘’Well, this is certainly and unexpected surprise, isn’t it?’’ he said, grinning softly.

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O_O for Baberaham of course

Oops! Bare-ass and Busted!@shesboundtolose[Baberaham!! O.M.F.G!! BRB DYING!]

The Brit texted her to meet him, saying he needed to talk to her. But of course, that was a ruse. Perhaps she would figure that out once she seen where he asked to meet. He re-rented the hotel room they had...first met. 

Abraham waited in the bedroom, a trail of rose petals leading from the front door to the room. Laying across the bed, his head resting in his hand, Abe waited patiently. At the sound of her voice calling for him, he shouted back, ‘’In here, love!’’ Footsteps approached the bedroom, and then the door opened. ‘’Good evening, darling. See anything you like?’’ 

The Brit was wearing nothing...but a smile. 

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Teenage Dirtbags

@ghostofaformerself

School was such a bummer, he wished he could be anywhere than here right now. Though, he’d most want to be with his uncle, learning from the master on how to steal and con his way into fortune. He was wealthy, there was no doubt about that, but what fun was it to inherit money from your lame ass parents when you could steal it instead? The thrill of ‘borrowing without permission’ as his uncle put it was exhilarating. And that’s how Abraham passed the time. 

The break bell sounded and Abraham left his desk, waiting for the other students to leave first. He stayed behind a moment to speak with his teacher, asking for their recent graded essay to be handed back to him. When the teacher turned his back, Abe snatched the red-inked pen from his desk, quickly stuffing it in his back pocket before the teacher turned back. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. Abraham took his essay and thanked his teacher, before all but rushing out of the classroom. His uncle had told him to stay as calm as he could, so to not give himself away and possibly get caught. 

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@ghostofaformerself

  Abraham scouted the area carefully. Appearances mattered when selected the perfect targets to con, that was one of his uncle’s first lessons. Many people made it painfully obvious as to how loaded they were; designer purses, expensive jewelry, one of a kind attire - you’d think that they would automatically be his choice to loot. And for the most part, they were. But Abe liked a challenge and that’s what he sought for today. As if on cue, the perfect target appeared. A woman, he assumed in her mid-to-late twenties, dressed in fancy formal wear entered a coffee shop. The thief took position; the shop was located near a bus stop, lucky for him. He stood with his back to the shop, using the cars that stopped and passed by as a mirror so he could see when she emerged. And when she did, he made his move.     The classic run-in trick was his specialty, his sticky fingers quick. ‘’Oh! So sorry, love!’’ he apologized, as he reached for her pockets.