The Innocence of Corruption {Gaby // Heist & Auto}
Jul 6, 2017 11:44:58 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jul 6, 2017 11:44:58 GMT -5
Auto Grand Theft
The precise moment that he enters, the room collapses to a silence; not a single stolen Soul daring to disturb his precious presence. A alluring grin unravels across Auto’s lips at this instant action, honored that the man causing such she’s privileged to call Father. With the absence of her Twin amongst the herd of this week’s meeting, the pride she contains for her Father may flutter in gleam like a mighty flag rippling in freedom. The calling of a mission distances Larceny on this particular morning, permitting Auto’s mask to shed from facading pure hatred for their Creator. Truly she does despise him as her Twin does, though not to full entirety.
Purely the faces of thieves consume this very chamber, all gazing towards their hated and beloved Leader. Heroes would rejoice in glory over such a location; a vast opportunity to capture so many who steal happiness of mere possessions from innocent citizens. But Keepers are no Heroes, and Father’s conniving words refrain them from seeking the Thefts. Fashionable colors of black and gold decorate the meeting area, lavish chairs and an extensive table for all furnishing it with such hues. Riches of all aspects reign this Family, though not all appreciate their membership within it - while most do.
A grin from the Leader welcomes his clan before he speaks. “Well, I take it we’re all doing fantastic today?” Sarcasm thunders from his voice as it often does, adoring the respect he’s earned over the decades. “Let’s first get to the Littles so they may be on their way. Most are already presumably flourishing in their pickpocketing lessons from my son, Larceny. But for the rest of you…” He purposely leaves his last word among a cliff, to ignite suspense. “All of you are dismissed for rest today, except for Auto and Heist.” Is ordered, leaving Auto in a baffling state. Often she’s warned of such events, one of the many advantages of being the Leader’s child.
“Heist you have the simple task of pickpocketing Ms. Chlorina. Every Saturday at noon she goes to the bakery to retrieve her order - with a load of cash that’s too heavy for her. I need you to relieve her of such a weight” The mystical eyes of Auto searches for her Cousin, as her Father instructs them with such humor intertwining with his pitch. Meek and afraid her Cousin has always seemed from her perspective, confusing her on why they’d possibly be paired together. “And as for my lovely daughter… Auto I need you to create a distraction, and make sure everything goes smoothly.” Instantly Auto’s visions snaps back to her Father’s, in complete disbelieve on what he’s commanded.
Her bottom jaw drops in agony, offended by her given task. “What?” As if expecting such, simultaneously her Father’s eyes are already piercing her’s in warning. But being his Daughter, she’s more daring then the rest. “I’m never the distraction!” She complains, as if digressing to the tantrum of a five year old.
Fingers of her Father’s stretch and curl, resisting a violent response - though the temptation craves for him to resort to the punishments he gave years ago. Intelligence has protected Auto from both physical and mental consequences for quite some time. “Would you like to be only the distraction for the next year?” He solely offers her a warning for this strike. Immediately having her react in silence of acceptance. “All the Littles are dismissed. Get out of here!” Humor and annoyance demands for the Youngsters to retreat from the room; and with already skiing upon thin ice, Auto follows such instantly.
The sight of her older Cousin draws her feet in that direction, slightly unwillingly after what occurred. It’s purely been Larceny that had ever accompanied her on due missions. Together they shared a womb, and were yanked out into this cruel Panem. Not only would he not be joining her, but she had to be the damn distraction? Though still she greets Heist with a pleasant smile.
“Twenty minutes until noon. We better head over there immediately.” The genetics of her Father has her deciding the plan for herself. Would Heist even object to anything? There’s no forgetting the tale on how their family discovered her passed out on their porch, after she merely had release an entrance for the Others to get into a house. It’s Auto’s Twin that assists with the weak, not her, but still she succumbs to playing nice. “Anything you want to go over before we get there?” She questions, unsure of the strategies most comfortable with her Cousin.
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