[ WP ] You are an elite pickpocket . Describe your lifestyle .

Items are a lot like people.. 
 
 Once you collect enough things you know a man's soul by what he decides to keep. 
 
 After a certain point you no longer even steal for wealth. Your hands grow a life of their own. The mutual, respected boundaries of peoples personal space that are never to be crossed become your backyard. 
 
 A stolen cigarette shifts from the side of my mouth. The blonde I struck a conversation with did n't even notice. Hands like a magician without the magic. I could've sawed her in half and she probably would n't have known. 
 
 I paid for our drinks with her stolen twenty. In retrospect, being a thief is a lot like being a politician. Rises and falls of intonation and emotion to drive a point home and get people on your side. Except, it is the hands that create the supple dance. You become a maestro signaling the crescendos of a masterful symphony. 
 
 Daytime, night time, it does n't matter. If you want something you take it. Some people you do n't play any music for at all. Its too easy. Some people are more guarded. Those are the ones you smile for and give them something beautiful. 

