Quiet day most girls were spending it outside, at the pool or, on the beach. Michael on the other hand was using today for a different purpose. She hated letting her skills get rusty so today she was wandering the dorms and picking locks as she went wearing a pair of gloves ket usual skirt and top along with black tights.

So far she'd picked most of this floor save for a door or two now and again that were still populated. She knelt by another door not knowing it was home to the girl whom ran a little campus black market and began to work the lock over with her professional toolss, all of which the school had assumed were dental tools given how she had packed them with an electric toothbrush and specialty paste.

It's unlikely that the dorm locks in this place provide Michael with much of a challenge. Shokushu isn't a place that prides itself in security: at least not the security of its girls. Monsters need license to come and go at will, and the security is, subsequently, woefully inept. So it likely takes her a mere matter of seconds to crack her way into Elise's room. The door swings open to reveal a treasure trove. All of her illicit goods are squirreled away in the closet and tucked away in various hiding nooks, both hidden throughout the dorm and around campus. But even without the piles of contraband, El's surplus is staggering. Shuttled from boarding school to boarding school for the majority of her life, she's lashed back at Daddy the only way she had available: by spending all of his money. The room overflows with all the trappings of a media obsessed rich girl: shelves lined with books, DVD's, CD's, some culled from before the move, some riches of her burgeoning career as Shokushu's fence. There's a desk in the corner with a once top-line laptop, a couple of beds, once well-dressed and set against the window, another barren and tucked against the corner, and then the leagues of belongings, neatly shelved, neatly filed. Posters line the walls, everything from early French advertising art to political posters and 70's punk rock. It's like breaking into a media super-store, and a quick glance over the room reveals no one's at home.

She stared eyes somewhat wide as the door shifted open she blinked and rubbed them slightly. She had been doing this just for practice on basic pin & tumbler locks. This however was too good to pass up for her. She'd take a step or two into the room and lock the door again from the inside with a semi-wide smile on her face and pulled her bag from her back.

"Alright... I'll rob this girl just a lil'bit."

she mumbled to herself too low to be heard from the outside as she began to squirrel away various items into her backpack, nothing major like her laptop; she had eight of those hidden in her room now as it was along with various computer parts.

When she was done taking the obvious things from tops of dressers she began looking through the closets carefully taking a few pieces of casual clothes and a few uniforms; she'd use the uniforms as material for new outfits. The things that surprised her were the various items she found by accident under a loose floorboard.

"Hohoho what is this now, Jackpot!"

Once you get into the closets, things get dicier. Here, the contraband spills out openly: jugs of homemade alcohol, cigarettes, sex toys, electronics, all variety of goods coerced or otherwise pilfered from around campus. Jackpot, indeed.

While Michael's nosing through the stacks of contraband, El's casually making her way down the hallway. Being on the top floor, her room was towards the end of Michael's marathon lock-picking spree, and dusk is finally starting to peek in on the campus. El's spent the day at the beach. Normally wary of going out somewhere so vulnerable, she couldn't pass up the opportunity today, and figured the mass of girls out and about would provide cover from monster attacks. She was right, and as she ambles up to her door, she's still sea-damp and clothed in bikini, a little red number with a floral black print thonged and tonga-tied. A black towel hangs over her shoulders like a shawl, a pairo f dark mirrored shades perched on her nose. She wiggles the knob first and frowns when she realizes it won't budge, bolted from the inside. She knocks. "Chris....? Come on! You know you're supposed to hang a sock on the door!" A pause, as she waits for someone to answer the door. Then again. Knock-knock. "Revi!?" A scowl, and she thumps her back against the door. She feels vulnerable out here. On the beach, she was just another bikini-clad girl in a mess of bikini-clad girls with darker tans, bigger tits, and juicier asses. But in the hallway, with all the girls shuffling by in school uniforms, she sticks out like a sore thumb. A blonde looks her up and down, slowing as she passes. Elise just scowls back at her. "Getting a good eyeful?" she snarls. The girl averts her gaze, hustling away. "That's right, bitch. Step away." She knocks on the door again, with the back of her knuckles this time, harder, more insistent. "Come oooOOOON! I'm half naked out here! I need to change!" But she's getting worried now. Something could be on the other side of the door, victimizing one of her friends while she just stands in the hallway, shivering.

A tad to busy packing her bags with various things; avoiding the toys at all costs she'd lift her bag weighing it a little not noticing the girl yelling into the room as she shook the heavy bag. almost too heavy to carry for the short girl but, she'd manage she thought she would at least.

She hummed slightly as she walked to the door and removed the bolt that held it closed turning the knob and pulling the door open; one of her room mate's sets of clothes hung over her shoulder she'd blink she she noticed the girl standing outside the door in a bikini.

"oh... uhmmm hello..."

Well this was a first, she had been overly careless this time around for the first time she just nervously smiled at the woman cursing herself in her head about not taking the window using her crook which hung off her bag as well.

Elise is just about to start slamming her way through the door when it just swings open. Half-thrust, she spins, catching herself, to look Michael square in the eyes. Elise isn't a big girl, by any stretch of the imagination, but compared to Michael, she might as well be Michael Jordan. Behind the shades, eyes skeptically eyeing the burden of her goods over the smaller girl's back. "Hello, yourself." She pushes her way into the room, forcing Michael to step back. Her hand takes the knob, pulling the door behind the two of them and out of the lightly crowded hallway. She twists the lock behind here. Cue a whole new wave of rumors about Elise's private sex life. She flashes a smirk, sharp. It's hard to read her expression behind the mirrored shades. Michael's reflection gleams right back at her, doubled. "Now what the fuck are you?"

"Uhmm..."

she paused stepping backwards towards the nearest window glancing at the clothes over her shoulder swallowing hard as she did.

"I'm a student who is not robbing you and your room mates."

she laughed scratching the back of her neck still slowly creeping backwards toward that window; as she saw it her escape route she had scoped out the dorm building and knew there was a tree not far from this room she noticed she hadn't closed the closet and the things were still spilled on the floor obviously riffled through nd picked from.

"So... uhhh that answers that question right?"

Her hand shifted slowly towards her crook planning to use it to either catch a branch or the next window ledge down.

Behind the shades, eyes follow Michael's gaze, brows lowered as her eyes narrow. "Don't insult me by trying. You can't hustle a hustler.... and I know exactly what you look like now." Her hand trembles a little as she circles around behind the desk, slinging herself into a seat. She reaches into her desk drawer, liberating a little cigarette case. A hand-rolled cigarette is flicked free, propped into her mouth. Normally she wouldn't waste her tobacco like this, but this girl has got her nerves wracked. She takes a long drag, blows the smoke out into Michael's face. Hands move to the chair arms, leg crossed over leg at the thigh. "Sit your ass down, girl. What's your name?"

She sighed doing as asked; she had some honor at least; and it seemed she wasn't too different from Elise; belief of honor amoung thieves was strong in michael.

"Sly Cooper... My card."

She offered up the usual calling card which had been found at various high profile thefts, the black and white raccon face with blue eyes

"So what are you going to do with me eh? turn me into the faculty?"

she asked tossing her bag and the clothes to Elise's feet coughing as smoke was blown in her face.

She looks the card over cursively before flicking it away. Her eyes roll at Michael's suggestion of what El will do. "Please!" A shake of her head. "To start with, you can unload that sack of my belongings back where you found it. Everything. I keep an extensive catalog, and I don't think either of us wants to deal with the messiness of a full cavity search," brow raised to punctuate it, "do we?" She leans back in her chair, fingers drumming on the desktop. "Now then, it appears that both of us is privy to the other's secrets, hm?" a smile free of tension, disarming, you might say, but behind the shades, eyes still circle Michael like a shark.

A quick filck of her wrist and her card literally jumps back into her own hand she places it back in her pocket. she'd shiver at the mention of a full cavity search and quickly grab her bag and begin putting things back taking a deep breath.

"Definately no way I want to do that."

she simply commented as she put away that last item and closed Elise's closet returning to her seat.

"Lets see you run a black market on campus and I'm a theif seems pretty black and white we can't even blackmail very well or the other will just turn us in before letting that happen."

She rested her chin in her hand looking at Elise taking a breath again wondering what was going through the taller girl's mind.

Her lips are pursed together, amused, as the smaller girl tries to babble her way out of the situation. "Checkmate, they say." She lounges backwards, the seat rocking onto the weight of the back wheels. She leans over to tap her cigarette. "There's some fine distinctions. The first, see, is that I provide a valued and necessary service to the girls of this school. See, Sly, I'm an institution. And as far as I can tell, you're just another bitch thief, aren't you?" Her brow goes up, an easy shrug. Her voice is never raised. Conversational. Playful even. Although, it's hard to tell, when the girl looks into El's eyes and just sees herself reflected by mirror. "The second being I'm a whole hell of a lot meaner than you."

"Woah woah woah! Just some bitch theif?! I was planning on giving that stuff away... well most of it I only keep high profile things, I own twelve pieces of the damned crown jewels for god's sake! I'm big time not just some crappy burglar!"

She huffed obviously angry that she was called 'just some bitch thief' it was an insult to her whole bloodline! She wasn't quite angry just hurt by the mention. she stared at Elise shaking her head slightly.

"You have no idea of my work if you think I'm just soem goody goody; Don't mistake honor for kindness."

"You know how the saying goes, baby. Money talks, bullshit walks. And all I saw was you walking right out my door with a big bag full of my stuff." Leaning over the desk, she cuts to the straight talk. "And for the record, the correct response was 'I'm an exceptional thief.'." Someone hasn't seen Die Hard. Her head tilts to the side. "Either way, an exceptional thief wouldn't go around bragging about the felonies she's committed and the evidence that's probably still floating around campus. I don't care about your intentions, Sly. Not even a little bit. This school doesn't care. And these girls certainly don't care. They're fall too busy dildoing each other's asses to care what you're doing, unless it's stealing the dildos out of their hands." She settles back again. "We're square. I'll give you this freebie. But if I were you, I'd be concerned. Because the next time I find something's been stolen from me, you're going to be the first person I come looking for. And there's not gonna be a trial by jury."

"Don't worry Won't steal from people I know, too much of a pain in the ass as for bragging I'm not; it's all well known shit I've taken if someone doesn't know about it I'm shocked.besides that I said big time not exceptiona, My great gandfather was exceptional I'm nothing compared to him."

She'd shake her head taking one more deep breath shivering when she began talking about the student's enjoying pleasures of the flesh half ready to vomit on the floor of Elise's dorm.

"That's just plain sick alright really really sick!"

She swallowed back the rising bile from her gut shivering at the horrid taste it left in her mouth; she did have to admit though this girl was blunt. she kind of liked that.

"still freebie or not, maybe theres a way I could help out your little service to the student body."