Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24678303-20150122004258

A girl who looks to have a very punk air about her, with ripped jeans, a one sleeved leather jacket with a ton of patches, and short black and blue hair, stands around the hallways at Beacon as people walk past, seeming to case each of the many people in the crowds who pass by her. She has a large, unconventional looking rifle slung on her back. She spots a rather large looking guy and smirks, casually falling in line behind him. She gets close to him, not looking in his direction and, with swift hands, runs her hand smoothly over his back pocket, quick enough to not be seen and gently enough to not be noticed, as she always does.

After another moment, she slowly starts making more of a distance between herself and the guy, ducking into an empty classroom once she's out of eyeshot to check her score, moving towards the middle of the room. She opens her palm and looks down at it, finding that she got a handful of gems, plus a wallet. She opens it up, not finding much, if any, Lien, but she does find an ID in it. "Varden Chevalier, eh? Well, his loss, my gain..." She picks out what little Lien she can find and pockets it, along with the gems. Luckily, she wasn't watching for anyone who may have followed her through the door... 