Operation Party Crasher {THE RUNAWAYS}
Mar 22, 2012 18:55:37 GMT -5
Post by semper on Mar 22, 2012 18:55:37 GMT -5
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I never thought I'd become a party crasher.
These Capitolites have a ton of money. I mean, really, this kid is only turning twelve and just by looking at the decorations, you'd think that he's being initiated into some nobility group. The venue beside the kid's house is extremely elaborate: streamers, lights strung up, balloons, large tarps having from a nearly invisible wire holding stuff (what's in those? Confetti? Bricks? No, definitely not bricks, though I secretly hope it is).
My gaze turns to the kid's house. It's huge: four or so stories, a few large stained glass windows, marble pillars, and a front door that could let a giant through it. Looking at it makes me feel inferior and more homeless; the house still looks ginormous even though I'm standing at the edge of a forest on the top of a large hill that overlooks the manor. Compared to this stupid spoiled rat's house, our warehouse looks like a dump, though I prefer it much more than a mansion. I'm sure that this kid hasn't had to worry about a single thing in his life. Well... I can't really say that. My family's fairly well off and Pixie's dad takes good care of us. We don't really have to worry about where our next meal is coming from or if we're going to have a roof over our head in storms or at night.
But whatever. I'm not here to compare my life to this kid's fortune.
I pull out a crumbled piece of paper that had Chryssie's instructions on it:
Target: Wilson Manor
Situation: Tod Wilson's birthday
Objective: Steal household items that will benefit our family.
Execution: Evening time
Our family. Funny to think that the bunch of runaways are now my family.
"Aren't we your family?"
I look up from the paper to see Abby and Tom standing beside me, concerned looks on their faces. I give them a nod. "You two are the best family I've ever had," I say. "You're the only two who haven't ever called me crazy or anything." Abby smiles, but Tom seems a bit skeptical. I take notice of this. "Oh, come on, Tom. You know that I mean it. When my mother was freaking out because I was 'different' than everyone else, who was there to comfort me? You. When I was burned, who was there to help me? You. You – and Abby – are my family. I know that some of the other guys in the gang think I'm crazy, but you guys don't. That's why you're both my best friends." Ah, that worked. A small smile draws across Tom's face and he backs away, turning to look at the ground before the manor.
I, too, turn back to face the manor. We were all given little ear pieces that enable us all to communicate with one another during this robbery. I think Autumn got them for us, but I don’t quite know for sure. The house is so big that I'm sure someone is going to end up lost in it, and there's probably a hundred different entry and exit ways that need watching. Anyway, I look up to the sky and notice that the sun had slipped down past the horizon, leaving a darkening sky behind. I glance at Tom and Abby, give them a nod, and then start down the hill.
Everyone was given a somewhat specific job: all of us were to invade the house, but a few of us were needed to watch the entrances and exits to make sure the Wilsons – or anyone, for that matter – did not enter until we had stolen stuff. Then the retreat is easy: get the hell out of there. I glance back at my two friends who still are standing at the top of the hill. ”Are you two coming?” They seem hesitant for a few moments, but eventually they follow after me, sticking to the shadows and the walls along the way to the house, staying down low.
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