Post by WR Harthe on Feb 2, 2022 3:45:22 GMT
A place condensed with so many people was the perfect place to disappear from the world, and Telluride's marketplace happened to fit that bill perfectly. The colorful sea of people, insiders and outsiders alike, created the illusion that no one who brought any amount of attention upon themselves would be noticed by anyone worthwhile, which presented many opportunities to commit larceny, which was one of WR's many troublesome yet unapologetic habits.
In their eyes, it was simple: Anyone dumb enough to haul around such easily accessible valuables in a place like this didn't deserve to keep said valuables in the first place. For someone as dexterous and cunning as they, pickpocketing was a walk in the park. After seven pockets and some change, they finally decided that enough was enough. The kleptomania had long been satiated, and it was time for them to go on their merry little way.
They broke away from the big crowd, adjusting their bookbag's straps over their shoulders, and straightening out their jeans and bomber that always seemed to get tangled up by undesirables rubbing up against them. They visibly cringed at the recollection of all of the people that had bumped into them. It took everything in their tiny frame and then some to control the urge to knock a motherfucker out.
Shaking their head, they took a deep breath and trucked along, turning a corner down a less congested street.
In their eyes, it was simple: Anyone dumb enough to haul around such easily accessible valuables in a place like this didn't deserve to keep said valuables in the first place. For someone as dexterous and cunning as they, pickpocketing was a walk in the park. After seven pockets and some change, they finally decided that enough was enough. The kleptomania had long been satiated, and it was time for them to go on their merry little way.
They broke away from the big crowd, adjusting their bookbag's straps over their shoulders, and straightening out their jeans and bomber that always seemed to get tangled up by undesirables rubbing up against them. They visibly cringed at the recollection of all of the people that had bumped into them. It took everything in their tiny frame and then some to control the urge to knock a motherfucker out.
Shaking their head, they took a deep breath and trucked along, turning a corner down a less congested street.
