The Perks of being a Pickpocketer [Tag: Adeon, Carling, Choi, and Vladimir]

For the first time in awhile Choi was to be found without his Entourage following his every move. There wore no bodyguards for his own protection, nor his attendants, who follows every single whim Choi has. Even his Chief Secretary was absent from his side. Speak of the devil, his cellphone rang and it was none other than Secretary Woo himself.

"여보세요." Hello. It was unlike Choi to slip away, unnoticed, to travel down the sketchy part of London, and for what? He asked that of himself as he walked closer to his destination, the Leaky Cauldron. Secretary Woo voice sounded abrupt and worried, but Choi cut him off, in Korean, before he got any farther. "I need to know. That is all." He paused once more to listen to Secretary Woo go into another tangent about duty and obligation, before once more settling the matter. "Cancel all my appointments for today, and see to it that my attendants do what I asked." Choi did not say goodbye, before hanging up the phone.

Choi looked both ways before Crossing the street. Very few cars could be seen driving through this part of town. He wouldn't have been their if it was not for a pressing matter he must attend too. Filth clung to the walls of shops and restaurants, dust settle in abandon apartments, and trash could be seen everywhere being blown by the wind. It disgust him.

Even the street merchant looked shady, when he asked him to buy a newspaper from him. All Choi did was walked on, ignoring the poor boy. But than all of a sudden a women ran into him. "병신. Watch what you are going." It could have been an honest mistake, but the street was hardly busy, but she hardly slowed down. Her fire red hair whipped out of sight as she turn the corner.

He followed her, not intended in pursuit, but he was going in the same direction as her. Their stood the muggle bookshop, and the records store, and nestled in between them a shabby looking entrance.

He stopped at the corner, and watch the women who just bumped into him walk not into the book store, nor the record store, but the Leaky Cauldron. That place her square into the dislike pile. One, she wrinkled his suit, and second she was a heathen, not to mention she was a commoner.

After watching the door close, he in turn cross the street and went into the Leaky Cauldron. Choi stood in the doorway, casting a huge shadow, as he scan the patrons of the parlor. He took off his sunglasses and slip it in his left coat pocket. It was much darker than he expected, with low flickering candle lights flickering on each table and lanterns mounted on the wall, so he could hardly distinguish anyone except for this brute of a man towering over everyone at the bar, next to him was the woman who interrupted his walk. Her red hair stands out even in this dark, dankly place. The bartender stood behind the counter, with a rag wiping down his glasses. That was the man he was looking for.

"'scuse me?" he said approaching in on the opposite side of the bar. He just grunted and continue wiping away the filth from the glass. "Do you speak a-any English?" he said talking like this man was a baboon. The man grunted again before setting down his glass. He responded with a quick deep growl of a "Yesss."

Choi nodded his head, before reaching into his coat pocket once again and pulling out a photo. "Hab you seen her, wecently?" he said, his English atrocious. It was a photo of Aimee Mitchelle in her concert gown, playfully shying away from the camera. Choi did not understand why he cared about her so much, or what drove him to find her. He chalked it up to him like messing with her, and poking fun of her. But the concert was the last day he saw her, and he wanted to know why or where she went.

But all the Bartender did was stare blankly at the photo, than return back to wiping down another cup.

Choi ignored the patron's comment about being under distress. As if, he thought to himself as he gathered two of his last galleons. It did not matter to him one way or the other if he found her, it was only an idle curiosity that Choi had about the whereabouts of Aimee. To temp him further, he decided to sweeten the pot and he reached for his back pocket. Nothing. He reached for his other back pocket, than his front, than his coats. All void of his wallet. "젠장!" he said out loud.

"- but it turns out they canceled plans. Rude I know, but hey."

The woman with the flaming red hair caught his attention. The last place he had it was right before, paying the cab fair. A heathen, a commoner, and now a thief, she was the trifecta of the scum in this city. All the pieces fit, and it was blatant obvious she stole it. Instead of getting mad, or getting even he politely walked around Vladimir and seat right next to the thief.

"Sugar," he said mixing up an Australian accent, with an American Southern accent. "You hab somethin of mine. I...preciate...it if I can hab it back."

"Chotto mate," Choi said reacting to her leaving as if she did nothing wrong. He followed in quick pursuit of the thief. As he caught up to her, he reached out to take her hand, but someone clocked in midnight black robes got to her first. In an instant, they blinked out of sight and all Choi grabbed was smoke.

Surprisingly, Choi seemed so calm about the situation, as he settled back down in his original seat looking between the bartender and the large patron at the bar, who stared equally back at him. All Choi did was give a weak smile to both of them, before he became preoccupied dialing a number. "Hello," Choi responded back into his native language. "Its Choi SeungPyo. In form me if any of my credit cards are used."

Choi eyes wander the leaky Cauldron until they once again found them on the Bartender. The man was gawking at him in surprise and disgust. Choi hardly notice, more likely he hardly did not care what the fool thought of him. "No. I don't want my cards cancelled," he said more forcefully, ignoring now the glares of half the room. "I want to catch the Shibal nyon." He hung up with a click of a button.

Turning his attention back to the behemoth of a patron, he asked, "How much do I owe you?" Choi acted like nothing happen as he pulled out a large some of cash held snuggle in a money clip. He never hold all his money in one place. That is what foolish people do, and Choi was not foolish.