Verity Open Voice Test

[veritablewrecker]

Verity's bike breaks down not far outside LA proper. Well, not really Verity's bike per se...but the bike she's riding nonetheless. And it doesn't really "break down" so much as "run out of gas". She only spends a couple of minutes swearing at it, and giving it a good kick before deciding it's actually a pretty good ride and worth finding some way to refuel. She just needs it get her to Santa Monica, and even then, pawning it for a few bucks wouldn't be a bad way to start things in a new city. Better than leaving it in the side of the road, at least.

Problem is, she's got no cash. And gas isn't cheap. Luckily Verity is no helpless victim of circumstance, and after concealing the bike as best she can on the side of the road with some brush (hopefully the cops won't pick it up as abandoned), she heads into the nearest restaurant. Her stomach's growling as she walks in, the smell of a dozen varieties of cheeseburger not helping matters, but she ignores it - she's not here for chow, but for cash. And a diner full of unsuspecting diners with wallets and purses ripe for the picking is exactly was she needs right now....even if a hot plate if good huevos rancheros would really hit the spot right now...

She tries to be as unnoticeable as possible as she walks in, shoulders slumped, hands in her pockets. Just a local nobody, nothing to pay any mind to. The diner's not quite bustling, but there's a steady enough crowd, it seems. She scans the tables stealthily, trying not to look too suspicious as she looks for a likely mark.

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Ultra Magnus (Holomatter)

[ultramatum]

Having been on earth for a short while now, Ultra Magnus had taken to driving to some of the smaller towns in the area he had landed in to learn more about the local population as he made his way toward the coordinates he'd been given to rendezvous with the other autobots. After a small incident in another town, he'd realized that the local alt mode he had scanned was not as inconspicuous as he would like, and had started depending more and more on his holomatter avatar for these excursions.

Magnus was currently set up in a booth at one of the local diners, having ordered a coffee with some local money he had come across earlier. He wasn't paying much attention to what was going on around him, and was reading the local newsletter with a bit more interest than one would expect for someone obviously just passing through the town.

Re: Ultra Magnus (Holomatter)

[veritablewrecker]

It doesn't take Verity long to notice a promising looking target, sitting at a booth; a mid-aged woman, sitting with two younger kids. They looked average enough, which meant they wouldn't be keeping too close an eye on that purse sitting carelessly on the seat next to the woman, and it meant there'd be a least a couple credit cards in there as well. Cash was preferable, but she was confident she could get a full tank of gas and be on her way before the harried mother of two would have a chance to cancel them. Best thing if all was that it would be an easy reach around the seat, to snag a wallet. Verity was experienced, and she was quick. She'd make it look like she dropped a fork and no one would so much as glance her way. Simple.

But there was one hitch in her plan...someone was already occupying the booth behind the woman. An older man, alone, sitting across from the seat that Verity needs to be in to execute her plan. He's absorbed in a newspaper, at the moment, and doesn't seem to be paying too much attention to the goings on around him.

She takes a moment to pretend to look at a menu near the register whole she figures out her best course of action. He doesn't appear to have a bag of any kind with him, so he himself won't make a good target...shame. She bites her lip nervously. A bolder move was in order. She puts down the menu and makes her way purposefully towards the booths. She tries to look as much like she belongs there as possible as she comes up to the man, still reading his paper.

"Hey," she says, casually. Hopefully friendly. "Mind if I sit with you?"

It's an unusual request, but it's worth a shot. Some people are interested in odd behaviour; some people are too thrown off to not go along. There was only one way to find out how this guy would react.

Re: Ultra Magnus (Holomatter)

[ultramatum]

He looked up quickly, lowering the paper to get a better look at the girl. He didn't have a good enough grasp on humans to determine her age or social standing, but she looked fairly similar to the general crowd here. His gaze darted around the diner to see if there were other seats available to her, and there were plenty of tables open, even if the place was reasonably busy. But it was a large enough booth, and there really wasn't much of a reason to say no.

"I suppose not." He reached over and moved his drink from the center of the table, resorting his paper to return to his reading.

Re: Ultra Magnus (Holomatter)

[veritablewrecker]

Verity slings her bag into the booth and takes a seat. She asks a nearby waitress for a cup of coffee and waits. She's looking at the man with his newspaper now, smiling and tapping her foot nervously. She can hear the woman sitting behind her scolding her kids about making a mess with their food. Verity's already formulating a plan in her head; a stealthy way to make a reach around the seat for the purse. Luckily the stranger she's sitting across from doesn't seem overly interested in her presence. He's absorbed in his newspaper and not paying her too much mind.

She casually picks up a spoon and taps it absently on the table. Just a regular customer, waitin' for her coffee. She casts a sidelong look around the restaurant. No one's paying her any mind (why would they?). This is gonna be a piece of cake,