June Catch All for Dodger

[knowntohisfriends]

[The Artful Dodger can be found anywhere about London during the course of a full month. Anywhere there's a crowd, there's work to be done, and if you know the hat, you'll be able to spot him easily. Or if you want to be spotted... well, he's always paying attention]

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[roddy_reinigen]

Roddy had been in a nearby abandoned building, the sort of place he frequently spent time in when he wanted to let his rat instincts run wild without fear of being spotted by quite as many humans or predators.

Of course, once his 'rat time' was done, he shifted back to human, got dressed, and carefully snuck back out of the abandoned building through a window since the doors had been boarded. He moved cautiously as he headed out to rejoin civilization, his eyes, ears and nose focused completely on the world around him as his rat instincts lingered a bit, reminding him of all the potential dangers of the world.

It wasn't long before he noticed someone not far away, though he doubted he really needed his rat senses for that. He may have only seen the guy once, but he'd recognize that hat anywhere.

Quickly deciding that since while what he was doing was technically illegal, he didn't have too much to worry about, Roddy kept walking, acting like climbing out the window of an abandoned building had been a perfectly normal pastime and why should anyone find that suspicious at all?

[falsify]

If it seems like Fagin's in a bad mood today, the reason becomes fairly obvious when he comes out of his office with Eames and points Dodger out. He'd come asking for his best thief, promised a decent pay if the kid's successful, but then Fagin points out a changeling and Eames can't help but feel like the old man's intentionally sabotaging him.

It's just gonna have to work. Eames certainly isn't about to give Fagin any more details than he has to, and telling him a fae won't work isn't information he fancies sharing.

"Dodger, right?" He flick's the kid's hat, not hard enough to knock it off but it'll probably knock it at an angle, "I'm buying you lunch, come on."

[stauncherhearted]

Inside the den, the angry footfalls of a petite ginger storming up the stairs could be heard before her voice called out, "Plummy and slam-!" No sooner did Nancy slam the door behind her did she look around the room. "Everyone out! Except you, Dodger." She pointed a dark-painted nail at him.

"Nancy, my dear, surely-" Fagin started as he approached the girl, his hands out to calm her.

"And you too, Fagin, you make sure to leave as well," she turned to the old man. "I've got words for the Dodger and they ain't for any of your ears."

Rather than risk the wrath of a very upset Nancy, and judging by the way the glassware was clattering around her, it was far better to disappear out the front door. Keeping her finger on admittedly her favorite of the whole gang of thieves, she waited until the last of the boys and the old devil himself was out before she spoke again.

"Where the fuck d'you go about getting off, Jack Dawkins, telling Cooper something that wasn't none of his business?"