He was going to do it, there was nothing stopping him. No person to tell him this act was wrong, no person to persuade him into rethinking his decision. He was alone, just as he had been before so many years ago and was free to do as he pleased.
And on a night like this, it was the perfect moment to go against the law. Was he the only one doing it tonight? Probably not. It was a common occurence in Orre for a passerby to have something stolen, day or night, it didn't matter, not in this region, and especially not in Pyrite Town. The town that was filled with scoundrels, criminals, thugs.
Wes was one of those many criminals, the hero of Orre. Yet, this hero still managed to fit the picture of a common criminal. Another stranger roaming the town, waiting for a moment to strike, watching the other trainers in this town with his piercing golden eyes.
While he may still be considered a hero to many citizens of Orre, he knew he wasn't the one they thought him to be. And tonight would be proof that he wasn't this amazing hero, that he still had his old thieving ways still in him. Of course, this wasn't the first time he'd disprove that fact. No, he'd given into his old ways before, countless times.
Compared to most of the thugs in this town, Wes never showed off what he gotten from others, nor do it consecutively. Sure there were others who acted the same as him, but there were few. Most enjoyed bragging and showing off their power, which would only attract attention, something they wanted.
The snagger knew how to pick his prey. After observing them from the shadows, he could guess at what type of person they were, determine how difficult the steal would be. Thats what he kept to doing. Stealing. It was his strong point. Whether it ranged from human needs to Pokemon, he had always been a great thief.
His skill would show as he managed to easily take money, leftovers, the occasional priceless item, anything that caught his eye was his in an instance. And did anyone take notice of him? Never. Some of his chosen prey did react, but it was too late, he had disappeared before they could even see him. If anything, maybe they caught a glimpse of his coat, but during the night it was difficult to even tell who it belonged to, or if it was even a coat at all.
With his rewards, he'd be able to continue to survive. The snagger could live off winnings from colosseum battles and thats were most of his money had come from, but there were times when not even he could participate. Even when he could and still had enough cash to get by, he couldn't fight old instincts.
He didn't want to.
He enjoyed the criminal life style. Although, he knew he couldn't return to it, Wes still managed to be a part of it. Not a large role in his life, but it played its part. Appearing and disappearing, just like him.
Trying to escape from this part of him, it was hopeless. He knew it was. This was part of who he is.
Besides, once a criminal, always a criminal…right?