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Briar
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Date Posted: 04:30:24 09/08/02 Sun
In reply to:
Mia
's message, "Puts" on 07:30:21 09/07/02 Sat
He walked over to Haley, glancing around. Good, no one watching. Quickly he pickpocketed the fainted girl, hiding her purse in his vest. Then he though again. What he'd done wasn't fair. Argh, he thought, I'm getting a consince. Well, it's their fault for trusting me anyways. He'd learned something a while back: never turn your back on a theif, no matter how good of a friend they are. He'd had plenty of friends that stole his food when he wasn't looking, back on the streets. He still felt, well, almost bad. It's me or her. He'd liked alot of people he couldn't trust as far as he could throw them. Finally he reached into his pocket and pulled out a emerald with purple lines running through it. He put in where her purse had been. That would keep her. He bit his lip then stopped, in case anyone came in. The he changed motives entirely. He picked up the bucket, muttered, "Here goes nothin'", and dumped it on her face, but not her body, so she would stay warm when she woke up.
((OCC-There is no lump where the purse is. Theives generally have clothes made for that purpose, as well as other things.))
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