Luck or Horrible Coincidence? (Nova)
Aug 19, 2010 15:38:09 GMT -5
Post by sadniss everdeen on Aug 19, 2010 15:38:09 GMT -5
As the sun sets over the horizon and the bad children are let out to play, I smirk. It's like for a heist. Been planning this one for a while, watching the ins and outs of the residents. They seem like they have a fair amount of valuables, and I'm running short on cash. Checking once more to see if I have all the things I need, my mind thrumming with barely supressed excitement.
Lockpicks? Check.
Dark clothing? Check.
Stereotypical badass attitude? Check.
Swords? Just incase things go wrong.
Ready to roll! Bounding out of the house, I grin and hum under my breath, swaying to a beat only I can hear. The gangs are quiet tonight but I know they're still out here, waiting for somebody to slip up or appear vulnerable. I'm on the opposite side of the District, and it'll take me a while to get to my destination.
Running over the information in my head, I frown when I realize it's not very much.
They're an average sized family. Two parents, one to three children. I couldn't aptly tell which ones belonged in the house and which were friends, there were just so many coming and going. Both parents work. One child seems strange. Cold, aloof. Perhaps not a blood relation?
Fairly wealthy. Certainly more rich than alot of people in Nine, possibly because all of the children are old enough to hunt. Since I'm too old for schooling I don't know what their grades or intelligence are like, but I'm fairly confident that they aren't stupid. However, I seriously doubt that they'll realize what I'm doing long before I'm out with their valuables.
But as I round the corner I stop humming when something is out of place. There is a soft clicking noise coming from the shadowed doorstep, suspiciously like a lockpick. Creeping closer, my feet pad silently on the ground as my eyes narrow, attempting to pick up any trace of movement. There, a heel sticking out from the dark! Frowning as my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, it's obvious the owner is female. And attempting to break the lock.
Scowling now, I trek up and cross my arms, popping a hip as I watch. Her stance is fairly good, body rigid with concentration. I know the feeling; it's like when you're listening to the pins falling into place everything else kind of slides away, and your eyes zone out. So, I do the only thing I can think of. I kick the hand holding the lockpick steady, resulting in a quiet crunching noise of failure.
"And what, do you think you're doing?"
Lockpicks? Check.
Dark clothing? Check.
Stereotypical badass attitude? Check.
Swords? Just incase things go wrong.
Ready to roll! Bounding out of the house, I grin and hum under my breath, swaying to a beat only I can hear. The gangs are quiet tonight but I know they're still out here, waiting for somebody to slip up or appear vulnerable. I'm on the opposite side of the District, and it'll take me a while to get to my destination.
Running over the information in my head, I frown when I realize it's not very much.
They're an average sized family. Two parents, one to three children. I couldn't aptly tell which ones belonged in the house and which were friends, there were just so many coming and going. Both parents work. One child seems strange. Cold, aloof. Perhaps not a blood relation?
Fairly wealthy. Certainly more rich than alot of people in Nine, possibly because all of the children are old enough to hunt. Since I'm too old for schooling I don't know what their grades or intelligence are like, but I'm fairly confident that they aren't stupid. However, I seriously doubt that they'll realize what I'm doing long before I'm out with their valuables.
But as I round the corner I stop humming when something is out of place. There is a soft clicking noise coming from the shadowed doorstep, suspiciously like a lockpick. Creeping closer, my feet pad silently on the ground as my eyes narrow, attempting to pick up any trace of movement. There, a heel sticking out from the dark! Frowning as my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, it's obvious the owner is female. And attempting to break the lock.
Scowling now, I trek up and cross my arms, popping a hip as I watch. Her stance is fairly good, body rigid with concentration. I know the feeling; it's like when you're listening to the pins falling into place everything else kind of slides away, and your eyes zone out. So, I do the only thing I can think of. I kick the hand holding the lockpick steady, resulting in a quiet crunching noise of failure.
"And what, do you think you're doing?"
