Of theft and escape.[Open for peeps to hop in!]

[Annabell Wroth]

The sounds of a saw grinding through would was smothered by the hustle and bustle of the busy market square right outside the alley. Clad in a cloak a feminine figure sawed at the pillars of a old balcony then stopped before she cut all the way through. "There we go, that should hold up till I need it." For the last several days Ann had been setting up escape routes all throughout the alleys of Ilusia.

Escaping the guards was always a chore, so to make things easier the thief had decided to set up various traps she could activate in the alleys to slow them down and escape.Tossing the tools in a barrel Ann set out into the market square and went to work..

The crowds worked to her advantage. The tight packing of bodies made it hard for anyone to see her deft hands cutting through coin pouches or snatching up wallets or beli out of people's pockets. One had to be a bit choosey when pickpocketing. Some in the market didn't have much money, so she only stole from those that seemed like they could afford it.. Namely mouthy merchants and snooty rich people who came to simply toss their money around.

Sticking to her targets blind spots Ann simply slipped in and out between people lifting their wallets until she made it to a fruit stand. There with her ill be gotten loot she purchased a bag of apples. A decent haul for a single pass through the market. I feel as if I can do better though. Perhaps another go?

[Lao Hu Long]

As people moved about through the streets, a blond man walked down the center. Although standing six feet in height with a guitar case strapped to his back, he stood out amongst the crowd not because of his height or what he carried but due to slightly more noticeable features. His mouth contained rows of sharpened teeth, almost like blades. Along his shoulders one could see gills, and across his body were stripes that were just a couple shades darker than his skin. His appearance was wild, with a mane of shaggy hair and clothes that looked old and worn. The intense, piercing gaze he gave made people walk around him, for few would dare walk in front of him.

The Tiger Shark Fishman was well aware there was a divide between him and the other people in the crowd, and it wasn't just the fact they were all walking around him. He stood out. He was different. Many eyes would glance in his direction and then glance away, trying to make it look like they hadn't looked at him. He'd long since gotten use to such stares. Still, he kept a hand firmly on his gourd of water. He'd had plenty of experience in dealing with Humans. On the off chance a Marine came by and recognized him, he had to be ready to fight. What he failed to notice in the crowd was how a young woman darted between people, snatching up the loose change in their unguarded pockets. There was a bigger threat to him right now than Marines.

Now he had to deal with pickpockets.

[Annabell Wroth]

The arrival of the fish-man did not go unnoticed, simply because the crowd seemed to give him a bit more room than they would a human. It also helped he was rather tall, carried a gourd, and had a guitar. The only way he could have stood out more is if he rode a unicycle and had a rainbow colored Afro. It took some serious balls for a fish man to walk in a city of humans. So in her mind that meant he had to be some kinda big shot.

Why would a poor fish man come on land? A rich one could buy protection ,if he needed it, and be accepted simply because he was wealthy. A poor one would just become a target for the people of the city. Still, he his appearance made him seem poor, but could that just be a ruse to prevent someone from heckling him over money. Maybe she'd get lucky and steal some pearls off him.

Whatever he had on him in his pockets now belonged to her. She simply walked behind him nonchalantly and swiped what ever he had in his pockets before blending into the crowd.