Klepto. Maniac. (OPEN)
Sept 8, 2009 5:20:32 GMT -5
Post by foxiliscious on Sept 8, 2009 5:20:32 GMT -5
-reviving an old thread-
Brer Fox drifted around the area, careful to dodge anybody who looked like they belonged to or were in cahoots with the authorities. It was a bit late in the afternoon and he still hadn't managed to hoard up enough cash for a decent meal so he lingered the grounds, trying to look like he was waiting for somebody to step out of the bathroom or something to that sort so he could blend in and steal from unsuspecting tourists. A slew of children had made the lamentable mistake of thinking he was his mascot counterpart and he had been pushed around, his tail and ears yanked, tripped, and hugged to the point where he snarled heartlessly to get the squirming, little brats to leave him alone.
Now the fox finally got a moment to himself, his large eyes scoping for somebody who looked like they were loaded with dough. He slipped a pipe out from under his hat and lit it, waiting for the right, wealthy and absentminded person to walk by. Taking a swift drag and exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, he tried to stay alert but he had been doing this for so many hours and he really needed a break. His long, fluffy tail fell like a frayed curtain by his skinny hips and his posture was rather awful as he learned against a bench, sighing.
At last, an older sort of man had approached and the fox gave him a false friendly smile as he passed by before reaching out a gangly arm and digging his long fingers into the man's pockets hastily. Snatching the elder human's wallet and shoving into his own vest, the fox suppressed a nasty giggle and plunked down onto the bench.
Once the man was out of sight and earshot, the fox slowly pulled the wallet out and grinned at the wad of cash it held, his eyes blazing with surprise and greed. "Aw, lawdeh, it's 'bout time, it sho is..." the predator muttered triumphantly.
Brer Fox drifted around the area, careful to dodge anybody who looked like they belonged to or were in cahoots with the authorities. It was a bit late in the afternoon and he still hadn't managed to hoard up enough cash for a decent meal so he lingered the grounds, trying to look like he was waiting for somebody to step out of the bathroom or something to that sort so he could blend in and steal from unsuspecting tourists. A slew of children had made the lamentable mistake of thinking he was his mascot counterpart and he had been pushed around, his tail and ears yanked, tripped, and hugged to the point where he snarled heartlessly to get the squirming, little brats to leave him alone.
Now the fox finally got a moment to himself, his large eyes scoping for somebody who looked like they were loaded with dough. He slipped a pipe out from under his hat and lit it, waiting for the right, wealthy and absentminded person to walk by. Taking a swift drag and exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, he tried to stay alert but he had been doing this for so many hours and he really needed a break. His long, fluffy tail fell like a frayed curtain by his skinny hips and his posture was rather awful as he learned against a bench, sighing.
At last, an older sort of man had approached and the fox gave him a false friendly smile as he passed by before reaching out a gangly arm and digging his long fingers into the man's pockets hastily. Snatching the elder human's wallet and shoving into his own vest, the fox suppressed a nasty giggle and plunked down onto the bench.
Once the man was out of sight and earshot, the fox slowly pulled the wallet out and grinned at the wad of cash it held, his eyes blazing with surprise and greed. "Aw, lawdeh, it's 'bout time, it sho is..." the predator muttered triumphantly.