Jack ran-walked up the flights of stairs to his apartment, jammed the keys into the hole, and slammed the door shut as soon as he slipped in. Leaning on the door, he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God. Each day out there is another day of hell, and one of his only places of peace is the safety of his apartment. Unfortunately, Jack never bothered to clean up except for the odd occasion, so the place was filthy. There were cans and food wrappers everywhere that he never picked up; the floor had dirt stains trailing away from the door to the rest of the house; and a distinct odor was in the air that smelled something like pizza and sweat. Hey. It's home.

He made his way across the living room, to a desk in the corner of the room. From his pockets, he pulled out all the items he had taken that morning on the subway, and placed them on the desk like a forensic scientist would place evidence on a table. Jack inspected the items. The watch was cheaply made and the paint was wearing down on the edges. The phone had a password, and the owner seemed to be a animal fan, judging by the fox background. The headset and headphones were, well, Jack had no idea what to look for, so he just set them aside. The train tickets probably ruined two people's morning. The wallets were all fairly high quality. Jack almost always hits the mark when it came to wallets. The cash was just cash, enough to get by and a tiny bit more.

And then there was the pin. Jack looked at it quizzically. This isn't the type of thing he would normally pickpocket. He held the tiny thing in front of his face, as if there was some detail he was trying to focus on. No, it was just an average safety pin. It opens and closes and pierces clothes easily, like it should. It was so unnatural for him to steal something so inane. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to throw it away, partially due to the lack of bins around the house, but mainly that there was something [i]off[/i] about it that Jack couldn't quite understand. It must have something to do with that girl he bumped into just now. 

For now though, Jack opened one of the drawers and pulled out a false bottom on the drawer to reveal a stash of things he had stolen over the years, where he deposited all his new things. Then he thought again and pulled the pin out of the stash and slipped it into his most hidden pocket. There's something up with that girl, and Jack's not going to forget her anytime soon.