Day 49: Morning - Main Street

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[From here.]

Easily forgiven? Unlikely. A pair of (presumably) mental patient committing theft. No, it was highly unlikely they would be easily forgiven. Conscience-wise? It wouldn't even stain his thoughts, really. Nothing like ten years of judgemental slaughter to make your mind jaded against the simpler crimes in the world.

Either way, it could prove to be... okay, he didn't want to say fun because not much about Venom was even slightly amusing (and Edward was very much ignoring the teenage part of him that was all ready to rebel), but it could prove to be adventurous. Especially since he didn't have the agility nor the power to make the feat easy. Having Alice play the stock market wasn't exactly the most hands-on way of stealing after all. It couldn't really be called stealing, after all... it was just using her naturally-created gifts to further the family's fortune.

So his morals were a little skewed. That was okay with him.

Once he'd left the polluted bus behind him - fresh air, thank god - he smiled to see the sky completely overcast, the smallest drops of water misting through the air. He shrugged into the obnoxiously bright raincoat he'd been given, tucking the coupons and the untouched breakfast into one of the pockets, covering his face with the hood. The suit he was wearing was a little worse for wear, but the vampire wasn't exactly looking forward to marching around damp.

Waiting just off to the side for Venom, Edward surveyed what he could see of the town so far. It didn't seen very big... which was good, he supposed. That way it would be easier to navigate. Now that the first order of business had been planned, they would need to find the right outlet for their theft opportunity.

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Yes, a pair of presumed mental patients committing theft, but a pair of presumed mental patients only choosing to depart with a pair of sunglasses and not, say, the register. Although Venom's sense of morality was most likely just as skewed as Edwards; it was for the good of the Guild, it was fine and that mindset accounted for quite a bit of horrendous things. Stealing something so insignificant barely registered itself as a crime in his mind.

Venom stepped off the bus shortly after the other man, pulling on the blue hooded-jacket he'd been given by Nurse and taking mental note of his surroundings. No blood (thank God for that. If he saw another drop in the next twenty-four hours, he was going to be ill), no complete decimation, and no signs of a struggle to survive. It didn't look like the apocalypse had stuck this town so much as a small-scale riot, and from the unhappy gazes being directed their way...

They weren't going to trust them. That was fine. He'd always worked his way around that before.

The assassin eventually made his way to the vampire's side. The hesitation from before had vanished once the hood was over his head, the dark blue material casting shadows over his eyes. "I don't suppose you have a plan in mind?" Because Venom did.

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As he'd thought: he didn't need the to hear the minds of the citizens perusing Main Street to see they weren't very thrilled about the arrival of the ragtag group of patients. Though he'd been forced to become accustomed to being, well, handicapped, the lack of any wandering emotions or thoughts drifting his way was frustrating - he was sure the quiet frown now plastered on his face was evidence of that. There wasn't even static, which came from the patients when he wasn't concentrating. Just... nothing.

A whole town of Bellas. He was going to lose his mind.

And have a lot harder time with theft.

Once Venom had approached and dropped the big question, Edward sighed. Now he could afford to waste oxygen, now that it wasn't saturated with human scents. "No, I don't," he admitted - but did turn to look at the shorter man with interest, asking a question he knew the answer to. "But you do?"

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Venom nodded in response. Truth be told, it was just a formality at that rate to ask the other if he had any ideas.

"First we'll need to find a place most likely to have what we need; a clothing store or anything with cosmetics would be a good start. I'll go in first and handle the owners or anyone else who may otherwise take notice of your actions," he started, outlining the plan with the ease that came with constant work in that field. Edward couldn't be allowed to speak with anyone in town without hiding his inhuman nature, meaning that, while he was at odds with the idea of doing so, Venom would have to confront the shopkeeper instead. "Come in after enough time has passed to keep it from looking like we're together and get what we came for. Leave before I do. I'll follow a while afterward"

It was simple, but it would work.

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Really? Find a place with sunglasses? That's the beginning of your plan?

At least the rest of it, when outlined, wasn't quite so obvious. So he was the theft in this particular endeavor. Very well - shouldn't be too hard at all, especially with the pockets the raincoat provided. He wasn't going to admit he was kind of thrilled with this whole thing. It was all so... human. Low-key criminal human. Even if his family wasn't exactly legal in any way, Edward didn't do any of the forging and copying and bribing himself; Carlisle usually handled it. And if not him, then Esme - and watching Esme bribe was a sight to see.

He looked up and down the street, nothing the names of what stores he could see. The nurses hadn't even provided them with a map - and unfortunately the one he'd memorized hadn't included Doyleton (or even alluded to its existence.) Bath and Beauty, Pearl's, Callahan's... the latter looked the most promising, he surmised. "I suppose we can just drop to each store until we find what we're looking for," he said, his way of accepting his role without the unnecessary words. "Shall we start at Callahan's? It has the makings of a Wal-Mart, so I'd say it's our best bet."

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There wasn't anything wrong with being specific in your orders, even if they became redundant. Better to have the information drilled in their heads than having your subordinates lose track of themselves.

If Edward wasn't going to admit his excitement at the idea of low-level crime, Venom wasn't going to admit how... at ease he was with the entire thing, especially after how tired he had been earlier in the morning. It was a mission. A silly and uneventful mission, but a mission none the less. It was something he could focus on, a goal to reach. Even a small and insignificant thing like this would feel like an achievement after the repetitive strings of failures this past week.

Besides. It gave him an opportunity to make sure Edward was capable of doing what he was told and wasn't a complete waste of effort. It may have been an easy task, but with all the trouble Alkaid had been giving him...

Well then. Venom gave the vampire one last look from under his hood before heading on without him. To work it was.

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