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[center][color=#9e0b0f][b][u]Azure City - Festival[/u][/b][/color][/center][center][color=#9e0b0f][b][u]Interactions - None[/u][/b][/color][/center]

Despite Maks' best efforts, following various people and waiting for them to make a mistake, he hadn't been able to nab anything for quite awhile. The young boy's stomach grumbled rather noisily, catching the attention of the young couple he was following. They turned around and looked down at him, rather curious. Maks cowered a little bit and held a hand up, covering the side of his face as he turned around, walking away from the couple before they could say anything. 

He didn't want to grow desperate, but couldn't ignore the pit in his stomach, it had been a couple days since his last meal, which in all reality was a leftover piece from a bread loaf and a half eaten granola bar. Despite his head screaming at him, telling him not to go towards the park, his stomach won the argument, and off towards the festival Maks went. 
He took his time getting there, avoiding large crowds and police officers when he could. Once he reached the park, Maksim found a spot hidden amongst a large group of foliage and trees, a favorite hangout of his when the park was less crowded. He examined the crowd, the different stalls, and most importantly the opportunities. Stalls would be too obvious, so he was smart to stay away from them. The boy was patient and waited until the right opportunity showed itself. After a good ten minutes wait, a younger woman walked by, her face buried in her phone and, from what Maks could smell, a bag of cooked goodies to indulge in. 

He was sneaky, using the foliage as cover, Maks followed the woman close to the entrance of the festival. There, her phone started to ring, so she took a seat on an empty wooden bench, placing the plastic bag at her feet and indulging in the phone call.
Maksim saw his chance then. He moved slowly, but with intent, crawling quietly through the bushes until he was on the backside of the bench. He then reached underneath it, carefully watching the woman above as he slowly took hold of the bag, minding the plastic and making sure not to cause too much noise, before lifting it off the ground ever so slightly and pulling it back towards the bushes. The young boy sank back into the foliage then, into a small clearing just a few feet behind the bench.