Stephen was walking the docks of Steamport, twirling one of his knives by the tube attached to it and whistling joyfully. Today seemed like a good day. The smog was thick, the port busy, and the people in too much of a hurry to notice when their wallets gone missing. Smoggy days, as were most days here, were good days, but today Stephen had the hunch that it was going to be a great day. 

His leather boots creaked as he strode easily around, his eyes always watching from behind his red tinted goggles. Looking for an easy target, and one that would bag him a nice bit of coin. Most people paid him little notice, others only noticed the two pairs of short, blade looking horns, that swept back through his head of shaggy brown hair, and backed away a step. It bother him little, he was used to it, and even come to enjoy it.

An easy smile appeared as Stephen spotted a mark, a pale man sitting upon barrel, listening to a radio. Stephen quickly popped his knife back into it's sheath before walking easily up to the man. [color=a36209]"Oi there mate,"[/color] he said brightly with a smirk. [color=a36209]"Yea seem ta be a bit bothered by this here box,"[/color] tapping the radio with a finger. [color=a36209]"'Ow bout I show ya round the block, show ya what this here smoggy bit o port as ta offer? Could take ya to a nice 'ittle pub for a pint if ya interested?" Ain't no worries a mug or two can't fix eh?"[/color] Stephen went on as he eyed the man's clothing, trying to find where he hid his cash.

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