Post by Brigita Litvak on Jun 11, 2012 12:47:25 GMT -8
[/i] Brigita mumbled to herself in Russian as shoved of the stone wall and started walking.
Glasgow
19th December 2011 (let me know if this works)
9.34 pm
Money only went so far. Especially muggle money it seemed. Brigita's little stash from her first pick pocket session had lasted a while but... Well a while was over.
Without a wand, or any other options, Brigita zipped up her jacket, flipped up her hood, and apperated out of the tiny flat.
The Russian reappeared in an darkened alleyway of the main street, rain dripping down on her head.
She shivered. Glasgow seemed so much colder than London, it wasn't much further north and yet... Urgh.
Well there was no point in complaining. Complaining would only prolong the time spent in the cold.
There seemed a steady stream of potentials passing the mouth of the alley. It was time to move.
"Time to move, girl..."
From her short experience of this the ideal mark was adult, male, fairly afluant... If she got caught she could normally distract them long enough to get away though mostly lost the cash. The loss was annoying, but she'd rather that then end up in some muggle jail.
As she scanned the crowd, there was man who stood out. Youngish, with a leather jacket which, if real, meant he must have a little disposable cash to spend.
Brigita remembered hearing once that the key to this was confidence - the butterflies in her stomach weren't instilling her with that.
She shuffled up behind the man, her hand outstretched as it slid inside his pocket. Brigita's nimble fingers enclosed around something thin and smooth - wallet?
Now the difficult part. She tugged on it carefully free of the pocket and stepped back. Bri didn't have a change to glance at the notebook in her hand as she back tracked again.
Go, now was the time to go!
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