A Thieving Heart (Open)
Nov 21, 2013 14:27:18 GMT -5
Post by Spectral on Nov 21, 2013 14:27:18 GMT -5
Neve Davett
Take a look at the kids on the street,
No they never miss a beat,
No they never miss a beat,
Narration
Thoughts
Hearing
Saying
Neve ducked behind the grimy brick wall of the alleyway, her prize gripped protectively across her chest.
Perfect.
The girl thought, peering down as her hands uncurled to reveal the leather wallet that lay in her hands. The theft had been simple. Effortless; after the many years of practise. Neve let a sly grin sneak across her face at the thought of her skill. An undesirable and immoral one but a skill none the less.However, the thief was adamant that she would only use her nimble fingers and knowledge of sleight of hand when necessary. And only with those who could afford it.
Neve peered back down the alley to the crowed, bustling square that opened up just outside it's threshold.
So many people.
Many poor, some rather tatty looking children...and of course the occasional well-to-do occupant of District Five. She loathed these people, when so much poverty was happening in their own District. They ignored it all.
So they of course are my targets.
Drawing her attention back to the snatched good in her dry palms, Neve cautiously unfolded it's leather sides; heart hammering with excitement over it's contents. It had been a simple flick of the wrist, located in his back pocket - a man who had perhaps too much faith in the good intentions of those around him. He'd soon realise it'd been a bad mistake.
Well tough...finders keepers, after all.
Her breath exhaled quickly from her lungs as the contents became obvious.
A substantial amount of money. he must be well-off.Neve noticed, sliding her finger through the back slot. She traced her long fingers over the cards that lay neatly in vertical sections. Let's hope these weren't important.Suddenly, her gaze fell on a piece of paper that poked out of one wallet section. curious, she yanked it out; eyes hungrily searching it's surface. It was a list. A to-do list.Obviously, a busy man. And by the looks of this paper...
She ran her fingertips over the page, investigating it's quality.Good quality paper. Must be wealthy.Neve felt intensely relieved. She'd steal from the rich in the District...but hated to steal from those in her situation. or worse. That she strongly believed was wrong.
Satisfied, Neve was about to flip over the paper when something caught her attention. Whipping her head round, her eyes, like a hawk's, scanned the area.
Why don't you run away?
Are you kidding?
What is the golden rule?
Say nothing.
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