Post by Daring Jo Lockwood on Mar 13, 2011 21:46:01 GMT -5
Daring Jo Lockwood liked culture. She liked stealing more, but culture was fine. After all, culture was a bit too abstract to steal. What it did provide was the opportunity to show off. And Jo was certainly a showman.
Her suit was impeccable. Finely tailored and black in color. Her ruffled shirt was a dark red and the cufflinks were made of fine gems. Her cane was covered in jeweels and her hat ride atop her long blond hair at a slight angle, a few stones encircling it as well. A long cloak drapped across the thief's shoulders.
By all accounts, she appeared to be some sort of nobility. And if you asked her, she certainly was. Of course the object was to blend in. And with the types of crowds she was runnning in, Daring Jo fit in just fine. As she strolled around, she could count at least ten easy marks in the blink of an eye. But tonight was all about pleasure, not business.
Even if she did take pleasure in her business.
Jo had just left a play and was humming one of the musical numbers performed that night. Feeling a bit hungry, she took a walk down one of the side streets in search of a quaint little resturaunt with attractive waitresses to flirt with. She briefly considered breaking into the dressing rooms at the playhouse, but decided that would cause too much of a stir. And Jo didn't want to waste time stealing props to justify her her being there.
Her suit was impeccable. Finely tailored and black in color. Her ruffled shirt was a dark red and the cufflinks were made of fine gems. Her cane was covered in jeweels and her hat ride atop her long blond hair at a slight angle, a few stones encircling it as well. A long cloak drapped across the thief's shoulders.
By all accounts, she appeared to be some sort of nobility. And if you asked her, she certainly was. Of course the object was to blend in. And with the types of crowds she was runnning in, Daring Jo fit in just fine. As she strolled around, she could count at least ten easy marks in the blink of an eye. But tonight was all about pleasure, not business.
Even if she did take pleasure in her business.
Jo had just left a play and was humming one of the musical numbers performed that night. Feeling a bit hungry, she took a walk down one of the side streets in search of a quaint little resturaunt with attractive waitresses to flirt with. She briefly considered breaking into the dressing rooms at the playhouse, but decided that would cause too much of a stir. And Jo didn't want to waste time stealing props to justify her her being there.