Dick Turpin had just completed his mission, he had 'persuaded' the list of recolorers off of deviantART for good and scored the signed country music CDs from his favorite station. It had taken him a few months longer than it did on his old jobs due to preparing for his secret Halloween heist and gathering info on the most powerful trolls of the thieving business. The heist had gone very well, as he left while his tamer was prepping for her costume party in the mansion and chosen new area of operations. Weathervane Hights. Weathervane is an suburban area with a very low population of more dangerous trolls and with the lowest crime rates. Until he showed up that is. Dick was not after the Halloween candy, that's just low hanging fruit, he was after the bigger prizes; jewelry and iPods. He was small enough to sneak inside through the vents, dog doors and open windows (if he was lucky), then creep silently around the house and stuff the goods in his man bag. In total, he snagged almost 50 items that night before he had to return. His tamer had no idea of the heist, and he planned to keep it that way.
That next morning, he left again to look for new spots in the city to sell his stolen goods and discovered that he may have rival on his hands. Another Gimme-er named Jose had a small pack of trolls that bumped off the competition to become the biggest seller in the Troll Black Market. Jose sold mainly car parts, laptops, phones, etc. Anything pricey enough to rake in the biggest fortune. This grinded Dick Turpin's gears more than losing a battle or getting caught. If he was going to make some cash, he can't do it in this neighborhood. Not without losing a limb or having his reputation going down the drain.
"Looks like I needs to find a new base of operations before I can challenge Jose. But I work alone. I don't need no partners or lackeys." he grumbled, searching for a place in the city
Signs of Jose's 'company' was everywhere in the most shady parts of the city. Walls painted in confusing and clashing colors that served as Jose's calling card, lesser street trolls closing up shop or leaving, and the cries of a troll that got caught by Jose's partners. No place for a troll to do his business freely without getting permission from Jose, not the city he used to know and operate in.
The next week of searching was fruitless. Many of the best spots were claimed by Jose, leaving the parks and the dump as the only options. Small parks were a pain to operate in, as police patrolled them almost 24/7 and it was where the Fangors are known to kill stray trolls. Larger parks were nearly impossible and the more 'feral' trolls have almost no use for technology and jewelry. Except the Clone Drones and Shell Dragons that is. And those are hard to find and contact in the deep wilderness. Dick's only choice left was the dump. Since many of the other trolls had fled there from the city and could use a suppler of goods.
Meanwhile, Margaret the Alarmatoad was just settling in the mansion after she picked her new tamer; AltantaTheAristocrat. She was delighted to find that she had made the right choice as her tamer helped her settle in and pick out some accessories for her new room. Margaret loved variations of the color purple, soft plush toys, and books of her favorite historical fiction writer, Jane Austen. Her new tamer seemed to be like a doting parent and fairy godmother all at once, as her wishes were granted and she had many possessions to occupy herself with. Though she loved what Altanta had done for her, she was still a bit skeptical and shy, reserving from taking about subjects that would trigger her 'self-destruct system'. Margaret felt that she needed more time before she could really open up and to gather the courage to meet Altanta's first troll, Dick Turpin the Galumphing Gimme-er.
The old clock struck 10, signaling that is was time for the morning tea time before the 2 park walk. Margaret placed the book mark in the current novel she was reading, Pride and Prejudice, and scampered off to the tea room with her book. Today was the day that the introductions of the new member of the 'family' would be started, and the Alarmatoad felt incredibly nervous about meeting her housemate.
"Come in Margaret," Atlanta called "Dick Turpin will be joining us in a few minutes."
"Ok," she whispered, entering the tea room
The tea room was much smaller than her own room, still comfortable enough to fit about 10 or so small trolls and 6 humans, with lovely antique couches, tables with lacy tablecloth, various ornate knickknacks, a lovely fireplace, and a beautiful tea set of fine china on a small oak table. The Alarmatoad crawled up onto a large couch next to her tamer and placed her book beside her.
"Tea, coffee, or hot chocolate?" Altanta asked
"Hot chocolate please." she replied
Atlanta poured the hot chocolate mixture into a small cup, adding a small tea spoon of sugar and a marshmallow on top. She stirred it for a few seconds before handing it to Margaret on an accompanying tea plate.
"Careful, its a bit hot."
Margaret took the hot chocolate very carefully and blew the hot steam from the cup. It felt very warm to the touch as she held the cup in one hand and the tea plate in the other. She watched her owner prepare a slightly larger cup for Dick and her housemate arriving through the door.
"I'm back!" Dick said loudly
"Welcome back Dick Turpin," Altanta said "Back from another one of your adventures I presume?"
"Yeah. And you wouldn't believe the things people are recoloring!"
Dick was lying through his teeth, Margaret could tell but would say nothing. She wanted to be on a good relationship with her housemate and didn't want to know where he's really been off too. Gimme-ers can be really nasty if they are confronted.
"This is your new housemate, Margaret." Atlanta began "I would like you to treat her nicely in this house and when we go out. That means that you do not steal any of her drawings or belongings. Are we clear?"
"Yeah, yeah." Dick replied "I got it. No stealing from housemates. Don't worry. I ain't interested in messing with Alarmatoads. Not much fun anyways."
Dick sat on the opposite side of the table, immediately snatching some of the dainties laid out and stuffing his face. Most Gimme-ers aren't known for their table manners. Margaret shyly waved back at him before sipping her hot chocolate. It was reassuring to hear that he wouldn't steal from her and 'mess' with her but, she was quite unnerved by his informality and how he talked of stealing like someone else would of the weather. Still, it was a better introduction than most and it was off to a good start.