Ha, the thief meets the crown jewel [OPEN/Serah]

[Atanu Uari]

Open to one person, other than Serah.

Now. Does it look like I'm exactly...In a good mood?

These were the thoughts of a certain redheaded thief as he reached over the table, taking the knife from the other man's hands, gruffy, rough hands, while surrounded by other men, each with one hand on this wooden table. This table was indented. Indented with holes, markings, stab wounds. Oh, how he had gotten himself into this?

Now, the man who had passed it over to him would then pull out a precise, yet low tone as he spoke.

"I bet you...Three thousand gil, if you do an eight figure combo. No stopping whatsoever."

"Five thousand and I'll make it a ten."

"Deal."

The two conversed darkly, but then the man leaned over, leaning on his right hand, showing it's dark underside. It was riddled with cuts and scars and bandages. "You win some, you lose some. This is my route for you. One, three, five, one, three, four, five, six, two, one." The man spoke in a conversational tone, as if it was nothing. The other men seemed to be glowering at this. If he lost, it was fifty thousand gil, five thousand to each of them. If he won, he'd get fifty thousand. It was too bad he didn't have the money if he lost.

This red headed boy, would place the dagger at it's starting point, but slowly but yet he moved agile enough, it would begin it's precise and potent starting rhythm.

Duh duh, duh duh, duh duh, duh duh.

He had to do twenty in total. He started with one, then done the specified gap in which had been spoken, so he started in the same place, and each different section he'd have to go back to one, and do the next number. It was a memory game, to be exact.

One one, one three, one five, one one, one three, one four, one five, one six, one two, one one... a minute passed and the boy finished, slowly, only to the dismay of the men. They didn't seem happy, but they were compliant. The red head shrugged, took his earnings and left and out into the street, flooding his eyes with light. But some of the other men left as well. Too bad they never noticed that the boy had carved out that man's original sequence into the wood with his fingernails, one strike meaning one and so on.

So...A liar, cheat and a thief now. Ha.

The thoughts of the boy was he walked down the street, absentmindedly.

[Raimu Bito]

Rhyme had left Neku.

No, of course it wasn't forever, but her lingering missing of her blond brother, Beat, had told her to come to this town. But no sign of the wannabe professional skateboarder was even evident. Of course, there were no ramen shops, at least that she had seen. If they'd been void of food, Beat would have had to be there. Curry and ramen. His two favorite foods. Nothing here even came close to reminding her of anything from Shibuya here. It felt so...odd. Like she was the alien for once, not the other way around. Then again, the whole time during the Reapers Game, she'd been dead. A ghost.

But that was to be left to the past. She couldn't remember most of it, anyways. The mission right now was to find Beat, not to have a memory race, see which ones hurt her the most. Though in truth, all of them hurt her, because she didn't remember the fuel behind them, what she'd been living for. It was because she was so lost in thought that she bumped into a rather strange looking redhead, making her lose her balance and fall to the ground on her bum. She immidetly blinked, and looked up at the man.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching."

[Atanu Uari]

What the girl would see in return was another boy returning to his senses, to stare down at the girl with an obvious intent to maim. He shook his head, because from him staring down and the visage of the sun above him, it seemed to have a shadow with red hair, and one white eye gleaming down at the girl, the other side seemed illuminously hidden; staring down at the girl.

"Oh looky looky. It's goldilocks. It's been such a long time." the boy sarcastically mocked, yet held out a hand for her to grab and get up. Even if she did or didn't take it, the boy would go down to his feet and sweep up a couple of wads of bills that had rollen out of his bag as he collided with her. He stood up to full height to look her down in the eye once more.

"And what graces me with your presence again, goldilocks?" The tone seemed to be somewhat pleased, yet at the same time serious.

The boy would begin half stepping to move around her. He wasn't at all interested in her, maybe the items she'd have, but not her.

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[Raimu Bito]

"Um...thank you." she stated, scared but her voice faltering with confusion. This was the second time she'd met him in a few days. And this time, there was no crowd. It was really just her and him. Except for what was the occasional passerby, she was alone with the odd eyed man that she didn't think she could trust. This wasn't good. But he'd let her go, right?

RIGHT?

And even if he didn't, she could fight. Okay, maybe she wasn't the best fighter in the world, but she could fight. And she could run, if it came down to that. These thoughts started racing and he half stepped around her, and then she realized that she had a question to answer. At this time, nothing important was on her. Her Player Pin and cellphone, her necklace as well, was all she needed with her that could be seen.
"Oh, nothing important. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go now." she said, starting to walk away, smiling but very nervous inside.
He wasn't a rapist, was he? Or a stalker? Or a druggie? She wasn't sure. Anything was a possibility.