Streets of London

"maya, what the hell are ya doin'?! This is my debt, not yours!"

'If it's your business, then it's mine too.' she half quoted him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. She had a plan, albeit a small one, but still a plan.

"But maya..."

'But what?' she asked softly, pressing her forehead to his. 'I'll do it, for you.'

ooc aka amaya has another plan

"But I ain't worth it!" I confess to her.

'You are, trust me.' she squeezed him tightly, it was as openly affectionate as Amaya could get.

"Well then, come with me..."

'Give me a second.' she pressed her lips to Joachim's ear, almost completely silent. 'I have a plan.' she whispered, before moving her mouth to his.

"I getcha..." I whisper back and kiss her, before aiding to aide her credibility. First law in selling a con, be credible.

"I'll find ya Maya... I promise.."

'I'm an Abonacci Chimmy, you don't need to rescue me.' she grinned at him, punching his arm before stepping back. 'See ya when the debt's paid back.'

ooc everyone forgets the unique thing about amaya <_<

OOC the copy thing?

IC

"After what Yasef did, you won't be..."

mhm
Amaya could make her own clone army

ic 'Whatever.' she shrugged, indifferent like she always is. 'I honestly don't care what he did, i just want you off Chimmy's back.'

"You'd best deliver on your end..." I grab her arm roughly.

'I'm going to, believe me.' she tried to pull herself away, to walk with an ounce of dignity. 'you better not go back on your word either.'

"Depends on how well you do.." I disapparate us to my HQ

It didn't matter to me that it was cold outside. I just liked that I was alone with my sketch pad on a bench. A couple people pass by me and laugh at how lonely I looked.
"Kerigan "stray-dog" Strayer!"
That was my nickname, I tried not to care but inside it hurt. I just shrank away, letting my midnight blue hair cover my eyes.

OOC This is my moderately bad character. He's not 'evil' he's just greedy and amoral.

IC

It was nice to be out and about in London, doin' my all time favorite pastime. Liftin' wallets.

The shoulder length brown hair hardly moved as he reached into the pocket of his unsuspecting victim.

I feel a hand near my back pocket, I turn around and snap the persons wrist in my hand almost inhumanly fast
"Hey! What're you doing?" I shout

"umm.. you had a fly on your pocket?" I offer as a very weak excuse.

OOC BTW what color is her hair? The standard for Strayers is silver but hey genetics are a fickle thing

"You were trying to pickpocket me." I say still holding his wrist.

OOC: its silver with midnight blue tips, and can one of the stayers show up?

OOC You got it! And also the follow takes place after the Oswald business

IC

Out and about trying to clear my head from all that transpired, I see a woman handling the pickpocket from school. I approach her with my wand ready and a cold indifferent expression.

"I'll take care of this."

I step back suddenly
"Hey, it's no trouble if he stops. Who are you?"

OOC: okay

I don't address the question but look down at her holding grip. It was the exact one I use for restraining convicts.

"That grip. Where did you learn it?"

I shake my head
"I don't know...I just know it." I look away a little nervous
"Thanks anyway, sorry for wasting your time."