Pft, miscellaneous characters RAD, REI, ELLIE

[Ellie]

Today had been quiet.

Average, even.

This was a particularly unusual thing for Margot provided that normalcy didn't come naturally to her. Chaos and disorder tended to follow her about no matter what, and often in the most entertaining and unusual way possible. Margot had probably been away from her home for at least three or four hours, and there had still been no attempts to bring her home yet, a notion that quite delighted her.

The weather today was significantly more mild than it had been all season long, but it was warm enough to that Margot could feel the temperature consuming her feet. The sensation of it was probably one of her favorites. It always felt as if the sun was flooding through her feet, and in to her heart. Margot curled her toes as she came to a stop in an alleyway and closed her eyes. "Soleil," she muttered in her native tongue. Margot wasn't sure why she said it, but it felt nice rolling off her tongue. Like liquid gold almost.

With a fulfilling breath, Margot opened her eyes and looked up, taking in the sight of the fire escape above her. She wasn't that tall, but she had great confidence she could get up there. Margot moved back several steps, not taking her eyes of the ladder once. Before making the jump, Margot bowed down, double checking that her bag was closed. She had managed to acquire a few new pairs of glasses today, and the idea of losing them accidentally just broke her heart. Removing herself from frivolous thoughts, Margot finally sprinted and jumped.

And there it was.

Her hands made contact with the cool metal bars, and she pulled herself, suddenly in her very own element. Margot moved swiftly through the entanglement of steel, navigating the towering escape like a monkey might navigate the rain forest. The ultimate goal in a situation like this was always the rooftop. Something about being able to look out at the city's skyline from such a height was immensely appealing.

"Je l'ai fait," Margot declared as her feet hit the pebbles atop the roof. "This is nice," she decided with a vague smile of pride.

[Rei]

((ooc: Sorry for the sudden ending, but it's 3 am on a school night. >_>))

"So, we've got..."

"Two dollars and five cents in change--"

"Three necklaces; one pearl, one silver, one rosary--"

"Five handkerchiefs; three silk, one monogrammed lace--"

"A wedding ring, I think; this could be real diamond, holy sh--"

"Aaaand a pocketwatch!" The object in question found itself brandished like an offering to the midday sun, the bronze shining golden in the sunlight. Hazel brought her hand and the watch back to face level, scrutinizing the token as carefully as she could. "This has got to be an heirloom, Hector. Not sure if we can pawn this. Though we could always--"

"--take it to the place on Worth Street, I don't think anyone will go looking there," Hector continued the thought without a beat. "We should divvy the rest of this up first."

From their perch on a deserted rooftop, the twins had some time to regroup. The noble art of pickpocketing was hard work for a pair of kids, but the day had been a stunning success on all accounts. Maybe it didn't look particularly stunning from outward accounts, but any day that didn't end in police chases or dog bites counted as close enough.

"We'll be eating like kings, Hector! What do you want for dinner tonight? We could get a whole roast duck with this, I'd bet," Hazel said, leaning against the wall with a wet rag pressed to her right eye. The other eye, blue and glinting with greed, were fixed on the day's spoils. It really had been an excellent day. Sure, the ring had gotten her a sharp elbow to the eye and a few airborne objects ending up much closer to her head than she'd prefer, but this wasn't the average pocket change and the occasional shiny thing. Maybe their luck was finally looking up.

"/What happened to conservation, stupid?/" Hector deadpanned, slipping into the twins' secret language. They didn't even know when they had come up with it, probably sometime when they were toddlers at some rundown orphanage. But it was invaluable on the street. Crucial information could be shared in an instant without fear of being overheard, and it gave the two a link to hold on to. Something they shared, and something that no one else had a right to.

"Fiiiine, fine, /is that place on Mott/ all right?" Hazel asked, a mix of English and invented vocabulary, looping the strand of pearls around her neck without a second thought.

"Italian sounds fine to me-- wait--" Hector's reply was cut off by the sound of clanging metal. The contraband was stowed in their pockets in a flash as they shifted to face the fire escape. But it was just a girl, barefoot and bespectacled, not paying them an ounce of attention. The twins glanced at each other, and the looks they exchanged were almost a language in themselves.

"/Run?/"

"/No, no, she seems harmless./"

[Rad]

{OoC: I know I said I’ll use Night however the idea for another character struck me during my shower and I want to give her a test run. Thus, Kara (real name: Karen) Monroe makes her appearance.}

A dazzling sun shone in the skies above yet in the secluded alleyway all was enclosed in shadow. Yes, there was a somewhat gloomy feel to it yet there was also some sense of security. After all, anything that helped obscure her face during these…’business meets’ was a good thing!

Uncharacteristically of the lass, her quaint little business (completely legal and safe) was closed for the day in favor of this…this completely illegal and unsafe dealing! Oh well, what alternative did a poor gal like her have? Her petite little costume shop simply wasn’t raking in enough nowadays to make ends meet.

Furthermore, she assured herself, glancing in barely hidden disgust at the round ‘gentleman’ in front of her, it wasn’t like this was her first time either. In fact, this darker side to her life had been going on for a decent while. What was more, unless some miracle was to occur she saw no end to this…immoral business.

“So, whadya wan’ from me today?” Kara drawled in her feigned sickly-sweet tone, her eyes locked on the fat man’s budging pockets. At least the pay was just as generous as his figure was.

“Oh Isa you know exactly what I’m thirsting for!” The pig of a man exclaimed, advancing eagerly towards her, a hungry luster reflected in his eyes as a hideous tongue rolled across bloated lips.

Isa? Oh, right! She was wearing her blue wig and heavily ocean themed makeup today. “Ah, impatient ain’t ya? Well then, shall we cut to the chase?” With that Isa passed a hand to the zip of her jacket, gradually opening up that protective coat to reveal…bottles of alcohol and more clothes.

Suddenly from behind her came a sound and before she could react, rough hands had seized her arms and wrenched them behind her back. “It’s a crime to bootleg, missy.”

Ah, so that decrepit old fool had finally found the strength to quit his alcoholism and fess up to the cops. Oh well, fine with her! She was sick of disguising herself as some pregnant call-girl just to deliver him a bottle or two. However, really she would have preferred if he had kept his mouth shut about the whole thing; might have saved her from a potential jail-term.

Not that she didn’t have a way out of this sticky situation…
Of course, at this proximity it was easily done! Kicking at 180° was not a problem for Kara and before the officer knew it a kick was launched kind of successfully at his face. Well, his fault for sticking out his head like that! Anyhow, the kick wasn’t nearly enough to hurt him, in fact it barely touched him but even if it did Kara was definitely far from strong enough to deliver any damage.

Nope, all it did was surprise him enough to make him loosen his grip and in mere seconds Kara was gone, dashing through the maze of alleys. A good distance away (once she was certain she had lost her pursuer) she made her way up a fire escape, the non conventional and acrobatic way with a number of flips, twirls and spins with her hands grasping the outer railing. So much faster than using the steps and certainly more fun. Who said a life as a circus clown didn’t pay off?

In the end, this maneuver landed her right on the rooftop with Margot, Hector and Hazel and of course the first thing she saw was Hazel’s pearl necklace.

“Well well well, it seems I’ve stumbled upon a guild of thieves.” Kara laughed.

{OoC: Be honest, who was trolled by the first part of this post into thinking Kara’s occupation was something entirely different?}

[Ellie]

Margot froze, a shiver travelling rapidly up her spine. She spent each and every day in solitude atop of various New York rooftops. How is it that today, out of nowhere, she found herself with another three people? Her shoulders stiff and legs tensed, Margot took a moment to decide on her next move. No matter what Margot did to weasel herself out of the situation, it seemed that confrontation with these people was unavoidable, unless she was to throw herself off the building, and option that seemed gruesomely unappealing.

Accepting the persistent fate, Margot relaxed and turned around slowly, dilatorily, plastering on a smile to ease the potential tension that could erupt from the dreaded eye contact. But ease flooded Margot’s conscience and immediately she felt a slight bit embarrassed. They were children… or at least, two of them were, and they couldn’t be any younger than her. However, the woman in the blue wig certainly threw her for a loop. The get-up was unique, but Margot fumbled to find a reason for such intensity. However bizarre, Margot received great delight in the utter ridiculousness of this situation. Finally settling on a way to approach the recent events, Margot pursed her lips and looked at the “intruders.”

“Well, no one is here with the intent to harm, correct? Because, uh,” she frowned softly, gesturing toward the fire escape, “I wasn’t planning on sticking around if that’s the case.” Pivoting on her heels, Margot faced the others directly and latched her hands to her satchel. The leather was warm on her hands, which were now clammy with uncertainty. She stepped forward tentatively, more so toward the less threatening younger duo. “Now, isn’t that a pretty necklace,” Margot cooed absentmindedly, smiling at the minuscule extravagance. The necklace reminded Margot of her mother’s jewelry, whose simple beauty awed her since she was a child. There was no way these children could afford something so tasteful, was there?

[Rei]

As the fire escape rattled noisily, the twins' eyes flicked over to the newest stranger to join them on the roof. It certainly wasn't every day you saw a woman with blue hair running around, much less leaping onto a rooftop like a circus performer. Hector nudged his sister in the side with a sharp elbow to get her attention, and with a few near-imperceptible gestures of his hands and eyebrows, pointed out the now-obstructed fire escape, the door to the building below, and the lower roof of the building behind them. It didn't look like Hazel saw, at first, but the slightest tilt of her head towards the door was all the reply that was necessary. The inconspicuous route it was.

"I think you have us mistaken for someone else, miss!" Hector said, practically oozing false cheerfulness. "We're not thieves."

"Not at all! We just happen to come up here a lot," Hazel added without missing a beat. "But if you're the one who owns this building, we'll gladly leave you alone. Just don't tell our parents; they wouldn't be very happy with us." She punctuated the last lie with her best expression of childlike guilt, an impressive feat with a quickly-blackening eye.

“Now, isn’t that a pretty necklace.”

...an expression that only dropped for one mortifying second as Hazel hurriedly stuffed the string of pearls down the front of her jumper on pure instinct, an obnoxiously wide smile quickly taking its place. Out of the corner of her good eye she could see Hector fix her with a glare that could burn holes in solid stone. Her fingers brushed against the stolen items in her pockets in an attempt at comfort as she reassessed the possible methods of escape from the roof, which suddenly seemed a bit too small.

"I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding here," said Hector. He held up his hands in an expression of mock surrender. "We were just about to go home to our parents. We haven't stolen anything, and I assure you that anything we have on our persons is rightfully ours."

[Rad]

“Well, no one is here with the intent to harm, correct? Because, uh,”

“Ononono, no one means anyone any harm.” Kara chirped heartily, nodding her head at the gathering of ‘thieves’. Oh yes, she was still quite sure her supposition had been correct. Pretty darn sure, actually! However, she imagined she didn’t deserve the right to comment. After all, bootlegging wasn’t exactly a career one opted for if one walked along the path of the straight and narrow. Oh no, she definitely could not comment without reeking of being the self-righteous hypocrite.

Besides, she needed a place to rest her tired legs, even if only for the interim. She wasn’t about to blurt out something that may inspire these strangers to toss her from the roof! She was doubtful she would even survive such an ordeal if it were to occur. Nope! Best thing to do was to keep her mouth shut on such…controversial matters such as stealing, bootlegging and the like!

“Oh, oh! Of course you adorable young children could not be thieves. What was I saying? I was merely joking! I myself recall a time when I would play with my own mother’s things and lose them along the way.” This, all of it, was an outrageous lie! Kara had never known her mother, having been abandoned to the circus at a young age, and what was more she could that she didn’t remember losing anything in her life! No sir, losing things simply WAS NOT a viable option when you were poor and struggling to get by on a day-to-day basis.

{OoC:// You can write Kara out of the RP if you would like. I probably won't be introducing her as a character. xD}