Post by Thomas "Tomcat" Thompson on Feb 19, 2017 20:32:43 GMT
Open to Sayvahn - and whoever else wants to join
If there was something the nobles seemed to enjoy, it was the fancy seats at the theater. Simply going to the theater in the first place was something only those with money to their name seemed to be able to do anyway, but those with pockets overflowing seemed to enjoy the seats up front, and, if their fortune was more so, the box seats.
But, as was customary, where the money went, riffraff was sure to follow.
The nobles seemed to linger in and outside the theater after the show, despite it almost being midnight. Tom guessed they could afford to - as they could afford pretty much anything else they desired. Maybe it was because their seats, as previously discussed, were farther from the doors. Regardless, Tom was glad for this. Made their pockets easy pickins'.
A cluster of the wealthy stood chattering like birds in the crisp, night air of winter, laughing over what was likely trivial and complaining about what was likely nothingness itself. The main players had headed home for the evening, leaving only the backstage crew to clean up the theater and the background players to deal with costume and greenroom matters. Most were exiting the building at this point, but they seemed caught up in heading home, and there was only a certain window for Tom to get in, pick pockets, and get out. The nobles were sure to leave eventually.
He wasn't worried, though. He hadn't been caught once since leaving the workhouse - his time doing it as a child, he considered to be practice, and practice makes perfect, after all.
Using the dark of night as a shield, he snuck back around, targeting a rather tall noble in a red velvet suit. He wrinkled his nose. Who would wear something like that? But if it was velvet, there was sure to be coin...
He reached in the man's pocket, swiftly, softly, and pulled out a gold pocketwatch. Well well - he could pawn this off for a pretty penny. Looking around, he set out to see which of the group would be his next target....
If there was something the nobles seemed to enjoy, it was the fancy seats at the theater. Simply going to the theater in the first place was something only those with money to their name seemed to be able to do anyway, but those with pockets overflowing seemed to enjoy the seats up front, and, if their fortune was more so, the box seats.
But, as was customary, where the money went, riffraff was sure to follow.
The nobles seemed to linger in and outside the theater after the show, despite it almost being midnight. Tom guessed they could afford to - as they could afford pretty much anything else they desired. Maybe it was because their seats, as previously discussed, were farther from the doors. Regardless, Tom was glad for this. Made their pockets easy pickins'.
A cluster of the wealthy stood chattering like birds in the crisp, night air of winter, laughing over what was likely trivial and complaining about what was likely nothingness itself. The main players had headed home for the evening, leaving only the backstage crew to clean up the theater and the background players to deal with costume and greenroom matters. Most were exiting the building at this point, but they seemed caught up in heading home, and there was only a certain window for Tom to get in, pick pockets, and get out. The nobles were sure to leave eventually.
He wasn't worried, though. He hadn't been caught once since leaving the workhouse - his time doing it as a child, he considered to be practice, and practice makes perfect, after all.
Using the dark of night as a shield, he snuck back around, targeting a rather tall noble in a red velvet suit. He wrinkled his nose. Who would wear something like that? But if it was velvet, there was sure to be coin...
He reached in the man's pocket, swiftly, softly, and pulled out a gold pocketwatch. Well well - he could pawn this off for a pretty penny. Looking around, he set out to see which of the group would be his next target....