location: the faceless ship, level 2.
the opulence of the second floor of the boat is only matched by how tacky it is. there is probably a certain appeal to members of nyc about the golden days of yore, of how high society flaunted wealth and status by holding such ridiculous balls with classical music and fancy gowns yet, none of it appeals to the gutter rat that is donovan kowalski. there is a certain aspect of this he does find agreeable though, and it has to do with the sheer amount of lavish jewellery on display. the best thing about this combat-esque outfit is the sheer number of pockets it affords him, hiding places – he has seen at least one-woman encrusted head to toe in a pearl dress. are they real? he doesn’t know. what he does know is, that it’s all ripe for the picking, red ruby fruits on low hanging branches. it helps to have an accomplice in such matters, the RABID DOG has roped THE PARIAH into its dirty deeds, something they seem only too happy to participate in.
“you think I could do that suave thing from like heist movies? where I’m dancing with someone, and i just slip the necklace off so smoothly they don’t even notice?” he doesn’t have to talk so quietly, the noise of the crowds perfectly covering up any wicked conversations taking place. even with the constant threat of surveillance looming around them all like vultures, this carrion feels no fear. there are simply too many people to be so focused on one or two taking rings off satin gloves or pilfering bejewelled purses.
“how much’ve you got, anyways? i’m on $30, a ring and a pocket watch from some guy taking this whole setup waaay too seriously,”