Post by rita on Dec 11, 2010 2:43:05 GMT -5
I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT THIS WAY, I KNOW IT'S NOT ALRIGHT - - - - -
Rita sighed as she walked down the streets of the Lounsbery district, her curly brunette hair bouncing around her shoulders as she did so. Today had been a good day for her "job" as a pickpocket, and therefore not so good of a day for her. Marguerite Lance actually hated to steal, she only did it when absolutely necessary, and when you lived in a trailer park with your father who couldn't hold a job and all you got was a lousy pay as a waitress, yes, it was a little bit needed.
That still didn't help comfort her any, however, and she couldn't help but sigh when she thought of it. And with a wad of cash that wasn't hers in her pocket, it was hard not to think of it. Rita always dumped the actual wallets after taking the money, last thing she wanted was to be caught with a wallet with a license that was definitely not hers as the people she stole from were predominantly males, as they were easier to distract and grab it while they were distracted, women seemed to be easier to catch off guard. And she had no need for the credit cards, either, she didn't want to be caught with fraud while she was at it. So she took cash only.
Rita chuckled a little at the thought of it. A picky pickpocket. What were the odds?
She put her hands in her pockets, feeling the cash with some regret as she turned another corner and entered a bookstore/cafe by the name of The Rabbit Hole, as it looked cozy enough and she was growing cold. She wasn't usually around the Lounsbery area unless there was a festival, which meant lots of open wallets for the taking. She shuddered a little as the door closed behind her and she looked around, slowly walking in and taking a seat at the cafe, looking wide eyed and a little out of place, dressed in all black and her hair slightly mussed, looking like she was just waiting to be caught.
That deer in headlights look. Ugh. It wasn't at all attractive. She shook her head and smoothed her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear as she attempted to blend in more and look less like she had been doing something wrong. Rita was a good actress, though. It wasn't hard for her to blend in or stick out, depending on what she needed to do at the time.TAGGED: OPEN WORD COUNT: FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTEEN LYRICS: BREAKING THE HABIT BY LINKIN PARK. OUTFIT: HERE. NOTES: WOW MAJOR DELAY ON MY FIRST RITA POSTT
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