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New Cairo, Egypt

12 posts · 11 characters present · last post 2016-08-29 09:37:25 »

         
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Losing to someone as pretentious as Azzo wasn’t the most pleasant experience. The walk to the café was filled with constant bragging and remarks. When passing a simple flower, the air is filled with “Ah, this rose reminds me of my perfect victory.” For someone also filled with pride, it was unbearable, especially if Azzo barely won.

The chiming of a bell signaled their entry as Azzo held the door open for Irene. They couldn’t stay and enjoy using their money for long, as they did have to account for being arrested. This specific café seemed to be quite popular, Hanna, was it? The food must've taken some time to be cooked, but it was a good choice for not getting recognized. After ordering their items of a coffee and croissant for Azzo and a sandwich for Irene, they both took time in the bathroom to wait.

They always brought a change of clothing and when their jobsare finished, they put on their specific masks. It only made sense for Azzo to take longer as a director must look the best for his performance. When Irene finished, she decided to collect the final dollars that would give her the victory. She was promptly on the chase, giving Azzo the honor of fetching their food for them.

It took a while to find a perfect target, she didn’t know the locations of anyone’s valuables. After a long few minutes of searching, she finally found a man with a chain sticking out of his pocket. Obviously that couldn’t just be an inferior fashion statement, so she tailed the man. Once close, she inserted some of her hair into the connecting links before both people were put to a grinding stop. “Ow, Ow, Ow.” Irene would groan in pain.

"Uh." The man came to an immediate stop, looking down at her with a confused expression. He looked younger than she thought - more boy than man, around highschool age. Said confused expression immediately turned into a bewildered and worried expression when he noticed that her hair had caught on the chain. "Oh my god," he blurted out, eyes wide, immediately unclipping the chain from his jeans. Pulling out his wallet and holding both it and the chain tightly in his hands, he brought it up to head height so that Irene no longer had to lean downwards. "Crap lady, I'm so sorry, are you ok?!"

They both fiddled with the chain with no success. After a few minutes, Irene would put her plan in motion. "Why don't we go somewhere that's not in someone's way?" Irene asked, leading the man over to an alley with her hair as a leash.

"Yeah, sure." The boy followed her obediently, like a lamb lead to slaughter. His brows creased as he continued to fiddle with the chain. "How'd this even happen anyway?" He asked her, thin fingers delicately pulling strands of hair out of the chain links. He frowned, focused on his task as he continued to mutter to himself. "It was in my backpocket how'd it even happen..."

As soon as her hair was free, she took the wallet and shoved through the man, shouting a mocking, "Thank you for the meal." Before taking off.

She would only have a few seconds headstart.

"Wha- OI!" The boy chased after her almost instantly, a scowl on his face. He got over the startlement faster than most people did. "GIMME BACK MY WALLET THIEF!" He yelled, legs pumping as he charged after her with all the finesse of a rampaging athlete.

Sliding through a bystander's legs and making the nearest exit towards a large crowd. Irene had confidence that she would lose him. She made a break towards the nearest alley

No matter where she ran, how many obstacles she placed in front of him, he didn't lose track of her. Everytime she looked back she would see the brown-haired boy, green eyes glaring holes into her back as he chased after her with the determination and accuracy of a homing missile. And no matter what she did, she couldn't lose him, and the distance between the two grew closer and closer.

It was honestly terrifying. Irene would look back, eyes focused on the man in question. She didn't get it, Every step she took; she couldn’t shake him. Irene was sure she would be leading him to a dead end and into crowds, but somehow he would always be a few steps behind her. She would look right into the man’s eyes, and honestly be a bit creeped out as a result. She was only focused on getting away. “He’ll give up, eventually.” Irene stated,vaulting up a fence.

Unbeknownst to Irene, the boy's eyebrows creased together in a look of concentration as he sprinted after her, dodging and weaving between the few people present. In front of her, a large puddle (courtesy of a Mr Silverberg, who had dropped a barrel of water meant for cooling and spilt half of it onto the street) too wide to jump over and too large to swerve around gained an extra gleam.

Underneath the puddle grew a sheen of clear ice, slippery to step on and near impossible to see.

"Kyaaa!" Irene would let out a squeak before tumbling down. Irene falling seemed to be unlikely, but it happened, no matter the odds. Irene rubbed her head, groaning in pain.

"Haa!" The boy tackled her before she could get up, one knee digging into the small of her back and gripping her wrist as he tried to wrench his wallet out of her grasp. Irene always was one to play dirty. As soon as the man was on her, she yelled for help. "Pervert! Someone help!" A large crowd gathered as a result.

"Wha -" The boy's eyes widened, then narrowed. "Like I'd be attracted to a thieving bitch like you! You stole my wallet!" The boy yelled, resting more of his weight on her as he pried her fingers off the wallet. One, two, three, four, and he held his wallet triumphantly in one hand while using the other to wrestle her wrist down against her back, like a cop arrest. "Plus, if I was a perv, I'd be straddling you from the front instead of kneeling on your back," He added at a more normal volume, frowning down at her, tightening his grip on her wrist. With his free hand, he flipped open his wallet and checked its contents.

Everything seemed to be in order. The boy's student ID - Eric Zarzuela, university - and other cards gleamed at him, and his cash was all acounted for. Eric sighed in relief.

The crowd seemed to be in favor of Irene. The man's reasoning fell to deaf ears. The group surronded forming some sort of huddle with the man as the target. Before the crowd helped the wrong side, a man dressed in a trench coat stepped inside. “And that concludes are marvelous performance, please make the nearest exit to the right please.” Azzo announced. The crowd, now knowing that it all was a trick quickly dispersed, leaving the group of 3. “Would you step off my subordinate?” Azzo asked the man, straightening his coat after his query.

The man hesitated, as if he wanted to refuse, but after a few seconds he sighed and stood up, getting off Irene's back. Glaring warily at the two, he clipped his wallet back onto the chain and slipped it back into his pocket, obviously geared for a fight. Irene quickly got up, hiding behind Azzo. "He touched me." Irene complained.

"To get my wallet." The boy rolled his eyes at her, disdain and anger clear on his face. It was clear he was really pissed off at her calling him a pervert. "I didn't touch your front, only your back and your wrist. Like I'd molest a girl so easily." He scowled, wrinkling his nose at her. "Though if it'd been the other way round you'd probably have coped a feel, considering how easily your mind headed in that direction."

Irene wasn't one to listen to logic. Anything that was said to her, especially in a stern voice came out the other ear. To fit this rather lengthy response the man gave her, "Look Azzo, he's trying to explain his sexual fantasies. He wants to be a female." Irene would state. Azzo would shake his head. "I do apologize for this little act of thievery."

"Like how you want to be a male?" The man snorted , full of disdain. "And there's no need for you to apologise, since she was the one who stole it." he directed at Azzo, scowling. After they got their breath back, he asked a rather weird question. ""Why steal?"

It seemed a mocking, ridiculous question, but there was a sincerity in his eyes that made the question ring true. "You don't seem to be in dire straights, and I know that there're jobs avialable here. Why steal?"

Azzo pushed Irene from behind him. "I believe she is more fit to answer this question than I." Irene looked nervous, almost as she was pushed on stage by the director. "Stealing is the only thing I'm good at, the only thing I can brag about, there really isn't much a fragile girl such as myself can do besides it." Her usual childish tone suddenly vanished, like a magician's trick. After her statement, she hid behind Azzo once again. Azzo sighed, "Would you like us to treat you to something or do we have a disjointed sense of trust?" He would ask.

The man looked as if he didn't believe them. In fact, he looked as if he wanted to call bullshit. But then his stomach growled. A hint of red dusted his cheeks and he scowled at them in what seemed like embarrassment before sighing, tension seeping out of his shoulders. "Well, food would help, I guess." He admitted gruffly, reaching a hand up to the back of his head. "And there's something I want to ask you guys too, so we can discuss that over food. But if you try stealing from me again..." He looked at them both, gaze even. "I'm calling the police."

The hard look in his eye indicated that he would do his best to hold them down while waiting for the police to come.

Azzo’s stern look would eventually meld into a slight grin. Azzo would reassure the man. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her. She will also be cleaning up this little mess starting with paying the bill.” Irene would start to whine, but Azzo quickly shut her up with one look. Eventually,Irene complied, “Fine, but I’ll be choosing the café. Hanna, it is!” She would run ahead, clearly wanting to get this over with as fast as possible. As Irene ran ahead, Azzo put his arm around the man’s neck. “Would you do me a favor? Please refrain from using your magic in front of Irene.” With that, the man walked ahead.

The man's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't say a word. His eyes narrowed at Irene's direction, and Azzo could see the thoughts mull in his mind as the man followed them, hands in his pockets. "Alright," He said quietly. It seemed that he had came to his own conclusions about why not. "But only if you tell me how you guessed that."

"I have my ways, just as a magician can't reveal his secrets. A director can't reveal his script." Azzo responded.

The man clearly wanted to continue asking, but he didn't. For a while, there was silence between them, the man easily keeping up pace with Azzo despite the long run from earlier, hands tucked inside his pockets. Then the boy cleared his throat. "Thanks, by the way." he said gruffly. "For clearing the mob before things escalated. I saw the look in their eye - true or not, they were gonna beat me up because they believed her. Talk about gender discrimination." He chuckled darkly, the sound low and wry in his throat. "Most people would have waited before extracting their friend or partner from the situation, but you cleared the mob instead. So thanks for that."

Azzo would smirk. "Every audience, every stage and every theatre can't be left waiting. There seemed to be a large group so I just decided to make an appearance. Directors such as myself shouldn't be stuck playing backstage. There really is no need to thank me, I did what was natural for myself, regardless of the situation."

"Oh. But still." The man shot a serious look at Azzo, and there was sincerity in his eyes. "Thanks anyway."

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