RotM 1.88.1 - Pickpocketing
You're in a public place, and suddenly you realize that someone has picked your pocket or stolen your purse. What would you do?
Michael, age 20
He hated the subway. Hated it, very strongly, and today he was being reminded why. Michael Beck was very picky about his personal space being invaded, and when he felt people bumping into him as he continued standing he used all his efforts so he wouldn't snap and shove someone back.
Just two more stops. Two more stops and he'd reach his destination, he kept repeating in his head, along with the promise to at least walk next time no matter how far away he had to go.
As they reached a stop, he sighed under his breath as the door opened and people started to walk out. Finally, some space to breathe... As his eyes scanned around for a place to sit now that there as a bit more room, he suddenly felt it. Someone slipping his wallet out of his pocket, and just as he was about to reach over to get the idiot that had dared to try and rob him the doors started to close.
Moving quickly, he stepped out before the doors could close completely and started to walk after the teenager in a red windbreaker that didn't bother looking back. Did he really think he had been swift enough and he hadn't noticed? Heh, he didn't know who the hell he had just messed with.
Not caring that there were people around, just as they finished climbing the stairs Michael grabbed the boy by the hoodie of his jacket - because he sure as hell was NOT a man, he was a kid - and dragged him back so he could grab him by the shoulder and throw him against the wall. The boy barely managed to blink in surprise before Michael stalked closer to him. "Didn't anyone tell you not to rob from your fellow criminals?"
"Hey man, I didn't--"
His voice became choked as Michael grabbed him by the neck and pinned him against the wall. "Jesus, man, and you weren't even good at it." Taking back his wallet from the boy's hand, who was more than willing to release the hold, Michael shook his head in disapproval. "Now get the hell out of here, before I lose my temper and kick your ass. You're damn lucky I'm in hurry."
After letting go of him, he shoved him away, put his wallet back in his pocket and started to walk away as he dug his hands in his pockets. People were staring at him as he walked away, and some were even threatening to call the cops, but Michael didn't look back. He just kept walking.
He would just walk the rest of the way, he decided. He only had one more exit to go anyway, and going back into that subway was not something he really wanted to consider at the moment.
Michael, age 20
He hated the subway. Hated it, very strongly, and today he was being reminded why. Michael Beck was very picky about his personal space being invaded, and when he felt people bumping into him as he continued standing he used all his efforts so he wouldn't snap and shove someone back.
Just two more stops. Two more stops and he'd reach his destination, he kept repeating in his head, along with the promise to at least walk next time no matter how far away he had to go.
As they reached a stop, he sighed under his breath as the door opened and people started to walk out. Finally, some space to breathe... As his eyes scanned around for a place to sit now that there as a bit more room, he suddenly felt it. Someone slipping his wallet out of his pocket, and just as he was about to reach over to get the idiot that had dared to try and rob him the doors started to close.
Moving quickly, he stepped out before the doors could close completely and started to walk after the teenager in a red windbreaker that didn't bother looking back. Did he really think he had been swift enough and he hadn't noticed? Heh, he didn't know who the hell he had just messed with.
Not caring that there were people around, just as they finished climbing the stairs Michael grabbed the boy by the hoodie of his jacket - because he sure as hell was NOT a man, he was a kid - and dragged him back so he could grab him by the shoulder and throw him against the wall. The boy barely managed to blink in surprise before Michael stalked closer to him. "Didn't anyone tell you not to rob from your fellow criminals?"
"Hey man, I didn't--"
His voice became choked as Michael grabbed him by the neck and pinned him against the wall. "Jesus, man, and you weren't even good at it." Taking back his wallet from the boy's hand, who was more than willing to release the hold, Michael shook his head in disapproval. "Now get the hell out of here, before I lose my temper and kick your ass. You're damn lucky I'm in hurry."
After letting go of him, he shoved him away, put his wallet back in his pocket and started to walk away as he dug his hands in his pockets. People were staring at him as he walked away, and some were even threatening to call the cops, but Michael didn't look back. He just kept walking.
He would just walk the rest of the way, he decided. He only had one more exit to go anyway, and going back into that subway was not something he really wanted to consider at the moment.