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Old things
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Asha and Elias were off on a grand adventure without him. He was slightly disappointed, but Elias was a downer, how Asha put up with his moodiness made him wonder. But it didn't really matter, they were off and now Xander could look for his next mark. Though Moscow had not turned out like he had hoped. Maybe it was time to move on too. Though Xander sat dressed in casual enough close. He was neither Tobias nor Alexis -- closer to himself than any one else. But he was never Xander Mitchel, there was always a tale -- a back story.

But sitting at the out door diner table watching the crowd, Xander could pretend he was a normal person -- doing normal things. There were people walking by, other customers sitting and chatting. Xander's world was larger than theirs. He sat watching the images as people passed. Reading their auras . It was a favorite past time.

One woman walked by with a gold aura she held a set of purple rosary beads in her hand as she walked nervously through the street. She was praying for what Xander didn't know, but he didn't care -- it was potentially profitable. He snapped a picture with his wallet that sat descretely on the table as if he were watching something on the screen.

A man strolled passed too close to the table, his aura a dark gray. His steps dragged as he walked down the street. It wasn't a stroll so much as a means to an need. Unahppiness and depression followed in his wake. If Xander were a better man he'd stop the man and make him an offer he couldn't refuse -- having money had it's perks but saving men was not Xander's job.

But at the moment, nothing caught his eye enough to remove him from his spot sipping his coffee and watching the crowd.
"The greatest friend to a con artist is lack of knowledge." ~ Jane King


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Old things - by Seven - 06-27-2020, 07:05 PM
RE: Old things - by Seven - 07-19-2020, 08:11 PM
RE: Old things - by Xander - 07-24-2020, 10:06 AM
RE: Old things - by Seven - 07-25-2020, 12:30 AM
RE: Old things - by Xander - 07-26-2020, 11:29 PM
RE: Old things - by Seven - 07-27-2020, 05:15 PM
RE: Old things - by Xander - 07-30-2020, 11:45 PM
RE: Old things - by Seven - 08-01-2020, 09:18 PM
RE: Old things - by Xander - 08-01-2020, 09:30 PM
RE: Old things - by Seven - 08-02-2020, 04:40 PM
RE: Old things - by Xander - 08-02-2020, 06:39 PM
RE: Old things - by Seven - 08-06-2020, 10:22 PM
RE: Old things - by Xander - 08-07-2020, 03:34 PM
RE: Old things - by Seven - 08-12-2020, 12:31 AM
RE: Old things - by Xander - 08-12-2020, 10:18 PM
RE: Old things - by Seven - 08-14-2020, 01:37 AM
RE: Old things - by Xander - 08-17-2020, 06:01 PM

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