Jim hates or loves crowds like this depending on his mood, and the part he's playing. If he were in a good suit on a London street, he'd ice his way through people who are used to stepping aside as a matter of course. But he's not, he's in a New Orleans carnival in casual clothes, so he grins and becomes part of it, melting into bodies like he's always been one of them.
He pickpockets a couple of people just for the hell of it; one a guy who spills a few drops of his beer on his arm - this wallet gets tossed in the first trashcan he passes; the next from a man of his general height, colouring and build, who's ID he steals before dropping the wallet on the floor. You never know, it might come in handy.
And the music's good, people chuck leis around his neck, a girl kisses him on the cheek. It's fine. It's New Orleans.
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Date: 2016-06-25 09:18 pm (UTC)From:He pickpockets a couple of people just for the hell of it; one a guy who spills a few drops of his beer on his arm - this wallet gets tossed in the first trashcan he passes; the next from a man of his general height, colouring and build, who's ID he steals before dropping the wallet on the floor. You never know, it might come in handy.
And the music's good, people chuck leis around his neck, a girl kisses him on the cheek. It's fine. It's New Orleans.