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[falsify]

[The boarding house Eames stays in is far from nice, the other men in the house other theives and day workers. Eames, at least, is willing to stretch to pay for a room to himself. Truthfully it's not like he couldn't afford his own home, but image is business.]

[Speaking of business. The knocking at his door is a semi-welcome distraction of weighing his incomings and outgoings from the last week (he's never been great with numbers) but he still takes the time to put all that away before he answers the door.]

[Looking Nancy up and down, he doesn't open the door more than enough for him to lean in the frame and make a shooing motion with his hand.]

I didn't arrange for any girl tonight.

[ivegotmypride]

[She isn't concerned about his dismissal. she's dressed for the streets, it's easiest to get around that way. No one cares about the comings and goings of a whore unless they want one.

Eames doesn't want one. But that's fine- she doesn't want to work tonight.

not that way, at least.]

Mr. Eames, I need to speak with you about a private matter. [She shifts her basket closer to her.] It's urgent and I can promise you a decent commission.

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[Eames wrinkles his nose in obvious distaste for this girl at his door, and his expression doesn't change any at the mention of a commission. The way she clutches her basket does grab his attention however, and he glances over his shoulder back into his room. Just to make sure there's nothing dangerous or of worth out in the open. Nothing that sticky fingers might make off with when his attention's elsewhere.]

[He pushes the door open, not moving from the doorway but there's enough space for her to slip past.]

Get in here then.

[The room is kept neat and clean, significantly moreso than one would typically expect from the kind of person who stays in the boarding houses in the East End. Some writing materials on the desk alongside a bottle of cheap whiskey, muddy boots kicked off haphazardly, and coat and hat discarded carelessly on the bed. Otherwise there's no clutter or much of him in the place at all.]

[ivegotmypride]

[Nancy exhales a sigh of relief as he lets her in. She slides in under his arm- she's a slip of a thing.

Nancy stands near the desk, surveying his room. There was the door, and the window, she noted. Two quick exits, with not much in the way stopping them. It was perhaps the cleanest living quarters she had ever been in.]

Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Eames. I was told you'd be the person to come to.

I came into something that may be of interest to you. Or at least some of your contacts. I've heard you have many?

[Mostly, she listened.]

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Have you now?

[It doesn't surprise him that she's heard things; anyone with an interest in information keeps a whore or two in their contacts, the clever ones know better than to only use girls. The successful ones befriend the madams and pimps too. People talk to whores like they don't talk to other people. Probably because they aren't people.]

[Still, there's an amused lilt to his voice — feigning a little surprise as he pours himself a fresh drink and takes it and the bottle to sit on the bed. Legs crossed at the ankles as he reclines against the headboard and gestures for Nancy to take a seat on the chair.]

And what is it you think I'd be interested in, mm?

[ivegotmypride]

I have.

[She takes a careful seat at the chair he gestures to. She sits, fluffing out her skirts. But that's all for show.

Got to put on a pretty face, primp and smile.]

I have, in my possession, something of great value. [Her grip tightens on her basket.] I'd like to see it taken care of. [Sell it, get it out of her possession. The longer she had it, the closer Fagin would be to taking it. He had a keen eye for lies and secrecy, and even more so for anything shiny. He'd find an excuse to come to Bill's flat and poke around. Insist he be the one to fence it.

And he'd keep the damn thing.]

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And yet you haven't told me what this thing is.

[He's already losing interest, and it shows in the way he sighs and looks at the glass in his hand. Too many people claim to have trinkets and stories of great worth, and too many people have little to offer but junk.]

[This kind of talk most often accompanies something disappointing, and he'd rather just get it over and done with and see the girl out.]

[ivegotmypride]

Better yet, I'll show you.

[With a cursory glance back at the door, Nancy removes the dirty blanket from the top of her basket. Reaching in, she pulls out a small bag.]

Hold out your hand.

[Once he does so, she carefully tips the contents of the bag into his hand. There rests a gold necklace, inset with emeralds.] It's real. It ain't glass or tin or nothin'.

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[He looks at the necklace in the palm of his hand and then holds it up with a delicate grip that speaks to experience handling finery, despite the dirt under his nails and the beard too many days old to be deliberate. Eames isn't trained in this sort of thing, but a keen eye and many years make him confident in his assessment that she's right. He can't fence it based on his instinct and the word of a prostitute, however.]

I'll have to take it to a jeweller. If it's real, you get your money, if not you can have this pretty thing back.

[He gestures airily with the hand holding his drink as he speaks, and with an absent gesture the necklace vanishes into his fist. The kind of smooth movement of someone with light fingers and a lot of practice putting them to use.]

[ivegotmypride]

[Nancy holds herself back from smiling too much when he agrees.]

Thank you, Mr. Eames- I don't know what I'd've done if you had refused t'take it off of me.

[His trick is appreciated, and flawlessly performed. She can appreciate that in a man.]

As much as I'd've loved to keep it, I'd be dead in five minutes if someone else took a fancy to it.

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Slow down. I've only agreed to appraise it so far.

[Eames raises an eyebrow, amused. He certainly hasn't offered more than a verbal contract that she'll get the money, nor have they discussed his cut.]

[But that's fine. He'll decide on it himself.]

So what is this then? Sticky fingers? A gift from a regular?

[ivegotmypride]

Right- sorry. Ain't used to doing it this way.

[Fagin just took.]

Sticky fingers. There was a lady wasn't paying attention. Got it right off her neck. No regulars'd gift me. They know who they'd have t'answer to if they did.

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[Judging by that brief look of confusion, Eames has no idea who they'd have to 'answer to', but he doesn't care enough to ask. Must be the girl has a boyfriend or some other man who'll not let her entertain another man's affections. Whatever it is, it's no matter of his.]

Those are skilled hands you've got, taking this from a woman while she's wearing it.

[ivegotmypride]

[That's right. You still away from Bill. Best for everyone involved.]

She had a thick, high neck on her dress. Doubt she could feel a thing, distracted as she was.

I learned from the best, didn't I?