Sugar Books [Private]

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A crowd had gathered outside, sweet and gentle music drifting from the centre and figures danced to the melody, flinging themselves around with gay abandon. Police were trying to get towards the middle however the crowd made it difficult, almost captured in a trance to the display, however in the finale, they broke through, determined to break up the illegal street performance. The dancers stopped as the police swarmed in "Move away, it's over, nothing to see here" an officer said with a hilariously high pitched voice. The male dancer darted out of the area before they could stop him, but as the female one went to leave, a hand landed on her shoulder. "Not you miss, I'm afraid you are going to have to come with me." She turned slowly, making his hand fall off and batting her eyelashes at him. "Oh, me? Dear, what did I do wrong? It was just a little fun" she was obviously pretty under the makeup and rags and her mocking voice could not have been more obvious if she held a placard with 'do I look like I give a shit' written on it. "Yes, you need a street performance license for this street, Halloween festivities can only allow for booked events." She laughed and went to walk past him, his hand going to hold her, but another, larger hand shooting out to grab his.

"'scuse me miss, is this pig bothering you?" he grunted, at least a foot taller than the police man wearing a skeleton costume ironic for his bulk and flanked by a dozen or so similarly dressed men. The police officer gulped "We...well, I guess-" looking back at the girl, then the man, turning white and looking back at her, the other officers just looking on, frozen to the spot "I suppose, as it is your first offense, I can uhhh, just issue a verbal warning." Clearing his throat and looking down at his hand, then smiling nervously at the man, he released him with a small wrench. The police man rubbed his wrist, looked up at the girl then walked off with the other men, head hunched down and face flushing red. "Stupid zombie girl." he muttered. But her ears were sharp "It's Sally you ignoramus, Nightmare Before Christmas? God the bar on minimum police IQ must have tanked." The girl watched him disappear, a broad grin on her face, then looked at the man who was staring at her with a blank expression "Very good igor" he frowned "My name is clif-" "Yes yes igor of course" then walked off through the market, and with a hand gesture they trudged after her in a large crowd like an undead penguin army.

Suddenly she was pushed, while reaching for a mask that pleased her, causing it to knock off the shelf. The stall owner caught it and frowned at something behind her, she turned, the man behind her looked annoyed as well. A yell behind her caught her attention, and Igor called out "Got the bitch miss." she glared at him, then at the kids nearby. He coughed embarrassed, then looking at the mothers going past he said "I mean, I have the...rapscallion." then tried an apologetic smile that failed. Going back to a grimace as the woman he had caught started hitting his chest, he stood there as her fists bounced off and grabbed her hand after a second. The girl walked over "Rapscallion huh, I like it, very good Igor, I shall use that more in conversation. Makes me sound British." Saying the last sentence in an exaggerated English accent. A brown bag in the womans hand intrigued her, it smelt nice that was for sure. And she was rather hungry, judging from the speed the woman was running at and the yelling she had heard before, she could only assume it was a thief. Looking the woman up and down and raising an eyebrow, she was actually kinda cute, maybe she would keep her as a...friend. "A thief huh. Now I can empathise with a thief, you gotta do what you gotta do to eat right? Short of selling your body there is not much a girl on the street can do for honest food. However." She wagged her finger and snatched the bag away. "I am hungry, I mean you stole this." she coughed as if she had been caught "And this must be returned to its rightful owner." people nearby clapped slowly.

She waved her hand and the men brought the woman with her, walking back the way the woman had run to where she heard the yelling from. If she knew anything, it was sound. It led her to a bakery with another girl outside, also cute, but she was not really a baker kinda type girl. That is, bakers did not really do anything for her, the apron was nice but flour smeared arms just did not get her motor running. Walking up to the girl she presented the bag and with another wave of her arm the thief was brought forwards. "Say the word and she is never seen again. Unless you want her, I saw Sweeney Todd recently and he had the right idea of what to do with people he did not like." Winking at her mischievously and flashing a smile that could be seen as serious and jesting depending on the mindset of the baker. The woman kept struggling, but Igor had a vice like grip around her wrists, holding them up high. "Oh, where are my manners, Ve-Victoria" she bowed her head, having almost given her gang name. It was not difficult code to crack, and the woman might not have even heard of her, not many that had lived for long after that anyway. "At your service."