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Post by Ophelia Cait on Oct 27, 2010 13:22:20 GMT -5
Ophelia shrugged. What could she say? He caught her. The place was a total mess and if it hadn’t looked like he didn’t live here she would have thought him a hoarder. He either had just moved in or perhaps lied about living here. “At least you know where everything is.” Ophelia joked as she watched him push everything off of the desk and hand her a gun. He examined the gun. “Nice gun,” she said as she tried to look for its brand. She didn’t see a serial number either. “Looks rather expensive.” Ophelia commented before she put the gun away in her bag. She would figure out later whether it needed a clip or bullets. “So perhaps I’ll see you in another museum.” She said as she turned around to leave. It was her way of saying good-bye.
OOC – I think Ophelia should take something on the way out. Any suggestions?
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Post by Ezra on Oct 27, 2010 14:32:25 GMT -5
Ezra just smiled to himself when she joked about him knowing where everything was. He did know where everything was. But most of the stuff he didn't bother with because it was so old it was break if it was moved. As she took the gun an examined it, he only nodded when she said it was nice. "And you can stop looking for a serial number. There isn't one." Now, what could he use for an excuse of there being no serial number? That might be a harder explanation than he thought. Hopefully she wouldn't ask, or he'd have to find a way around it. Not being able to lie was really starting to annoy him now.
OOC - I was hoping she would. It gives Ezra a reason to see her again. Well, most of the stuff lying around is pretty valuable because of its age. But, if Ophelia likes rubies, he has a really big ruby necklace with a silver chain lying on the desk by the door.
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Oct 27, 2010 19:05:32 GMT -5
“You took it off completely? Nice.” Ophelia said and she meant it. Us criminals always had to file away the serial number using little means but to completely remove it was absolutely amazing. Ezra probably had some tools to remove a serial number. It wasn’t as if he could wave his hand and say a magic word and voila, completely removed. The thought that this gun was created with no serial number did not cross her mind. “Thanks for the gun. If you need a favor? Call someone else.” Ophelia replied. They hadn’t made an agreement that she would blank or owe him anything in exchange for the weapon. It was free. Things really were scot free when you were a thief.
On her way out Ophelia saw something with her eyes. It was something very big and very red. Her eyes widened as she kept up her pace. It was a very large ruby necklace with an equally valuable silver chain that any Princess would want hanging around her neck. Forget the Tiffany diamond! The ruby necklace was exquisite. The bag was on her left shoulder and by her left leg; it covered and blocked Ezra’s view since he was behind her. As Ophelia passed it on the way to the door she swiped the necklace without a single sound and continued walking. Soon she was out the door. She held the necklace against her chest as she walked down the street, back to Ezra’s home. He certainly wouldn’t miss it. Ophelia would be long gone by the time he would even think she would have stolen from his home.
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Post by Ezra on Oct 27, 2010 20:10:21 GMT -5
Ezra just smirked that she was impressed by his handy work. Sure, she didn't know he'd actually made the gun by hand, but she did thing he'd removed the serial number. That was good enough for him. He always liked satisfying and impressing people, even if they thought he was human and were just little redheaded thieves. And they hadn't made an agreement that she'd owe him for the gun, and he wasn't planning on guilting her into anything. Someone else probably would have, but not Ezra.
If you need a favor? Call someone else. He chuckled slightly and nodded. But he couldn't help but smile as she slipped passed the ruby and grabbing it. He wouldn't have minded her taking anything, and he didn't. But everything was valuable to him in its own special way. The ruby was especially important, that's why it wasn't stacked up on all his other old, worthless junk. But he let her take it as she strolled away, clutching it to her chest. Well, that's not suspicious... he ran his hand through his hair and sighed. He'd get it back from her, and hopefully get a little farther into her good side.
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