[color=ed145b][b]"STOP HIM!!! THAT GUY STOLE MY WALLET!!!"[/b][/color] The surprisingly shrill voice of the well dressed mustachioed man cut through the mummer of the crowd he was currently muscling his way through, though with his thin frame he was more being pushed through the crowd rather than actually pushing through it. Just a few yards ahead of the shrieking fellow a young man was in a full sprint, weaving in between the other people that cluttered the streets. The young man had a delighted smirk on his face as he looked over his shoulder for a moment to catch the sight of the bellowing, mustache brandishing gentleman tripping over his own feet in his feeble attempt in pursuing his lost wallet. [color=39b54a]"Sorry about this, but I really am short a few bucks."[/color] The black haired lad called back just before he made a quick turn down a side ally and escaped the public eye. 

[color=39b54a]"Hmmm not a bad score..."[/color] The emerald eyed thief spoke to himself as he counted the contents of the ill-gotten wallet, which he eventually dumped into a near by dumpster before he stuffed the money he picked from it into one of the many pockets that lined the inside of his jacket. [color=39b54a]"I guess now since the fun is over, it is time to get to business."[/color] He said with a sigh as he started to head towards the end of the ally, reaching back into his pocket and pulling out what looked like a light blue crystal that he quickly popped into his mouth and crunched down on. [color=39b54a]"I hope I don't regret this."[/color] He said, a number of blue shards spewing out of his mouth as he did so.

It seemed like mere moments before the trench coat wearing youth made it to the building that seemed to be the center of attention today in Republic City. [color=39b54a]"Well here goes nothing... or rather everything."[/color] He said as he walked up the stairs and into the building. He quickly navigated himself around and over into the room that was getting the most use, the White Lotus recruiting office. After waiting for the man behind the desk to pull himself away from the radio, apparently he was listening to some talk show. [color=39b54a]"Movers are so much better..."[/color] The boy muttered to himself before being handed a clip board to write his name and a vest with the number fourteen on it. After strapping on the vest, managing to put it under his trench coat, the lad walked into the room he was directed to and it seemed that there was some sort of sparing match going on. [color=39b54a]"Oh great are the hot heads already trying to set fire to each other? I would of sworn we would of at least gotten a day or two in before that happened."[/color] He said with a smirk, not paying much attention to if anyone was near by. Such smart mouthed comments were very common for this young man, though what else could be expected from the traveling pickpocket that was Jay?