[open] From the Cripples to St. James'...

[knowntohisfriends]

There's a right nip in the air when the Dodger steps out in the early morning to begin his business for the day. Well, his business, Fagin's business, it's all the same when it comes down to brass coins dragged from the bottom of pockets. He rubs his hands together, making a note to lift himself some gloves at some point during the day - if he recollects correctly, the ones from last year weren't really as decent as he would have liked. Not terrible, but for a gent of taste like himself, they weren't up to scratch.

Scratch... scratchings... pork scratchings. Hm. His stomach grumbled a bit. Looks like the sausages at the den weren't enough. Right, well that decided the plan for the day then. Breakfast first, and then on with the work of the day. The markets would be the best places to check. Maybe the one down by St James, folks would be too distracted to pay attention to a kid nipping among them.

Seemed like a good plan, and the Dodger grinned, adjusting his hat to just the right angle.

Right. Time for work.

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[freelife]

Evie wasn't most folks. Evie Frye was a vampire who had been dealing with kidsman and their pickpockets for over a hundred years. She was an Assassin. So, really, noticing things other people didn't was part of her job. It didn't help that she could smell him, the fae blood that flowed through his veins.

She waited, keeping an eye carefully on the boy as he lifted from a few purses and pockets. It was when he seemed preoccupied that Evie made her move to approach him. She places a hand on his shoulder.

"Let me buy you breakfast."

[emotioneater]

Cooper was out and about running errands, his motorcycle parked on the side of the road. He barely noticed when Dodger brushed up against him, only muttering "Watch it" in his Irish accent. Not until he found himself missing both his watch and the keys to his bike. Now, Cooper was generally easygoing as a rule, though his temper was never far from the surface. But mess with his bike and all bets were off.

He was two-hundred plus years old and knew what had most likely happened. He turned around and began immediately scanning the people on the street, looking for a very distinctive hat. Oh, he was going to wallop that little thief a good one when he found him.

[roddy_reinigen]

Roddy had taken to busking as of late. He needed the money, he had the skill and a very nice violin, it was practically an inevitable conclusion. And so, as he finished up his show, letting the crowd toss a few pounds into his open violin case as they commented on his skill, Roddy grinned and thanked them, informing them that he'd be sure to come back here again soon. As he gathered up his tips and packed up his violin, he chatted and attempted to charm bystanders, when he spotted a young figure moving around the crowd. He continued chatting, but his eyes tracked the boy, as something about his movements struck Roddy as suspicious.

[vampire_barbie_girl]

It was getting late - or early, depending on your perspective - and Caroline knew she had to get home soon. She liked walking around the city these hours though, when it was so quiet. There were some other people around but not even close to as many as there would be in a few hours, or so she assumed, since she hadn't exactly witnessed a real London morning yet.

It was the hat that attracted her attention to the kid just ahead of her, walking her way. You didn't see many of those these days. "Nice hat," she commented as she got closer.