mal. (nevergotnolove) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-02-19 22:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2017 february, ~25 points, ~~mal (nevergotnolove), ~~rosa diaz (thisisstupid) |
Who: Mal and Rosa Diaz
What: Five Finger Discounts Gone Wrong? And then oops! Responsible adult.
Where: One of the small businesses in town
When: Sunday afternoonish
Warnings: Nothing too bad. Mal's botched attempt at snagging something? Probably some faulty magic? Minor language?
Status: Closed/In-Progress
Mal wasn't sure which place was worse: her home, Auradon, or this place. Ever since arriving, Mal had kept to herself. Even during her exchanges over the network, she was cautious. People were so nosy about everything! It was both irritating, but interesting. That was always the case these days; that push and pull between the right and wrong. The good and the bad.
No. Being good and being nice hadn't gotten her a thing on Auradon. She had thought she was making friends, blazing a path where people would have a different few of villain kids. That hadn't been the case, though. No one would ever see any of them differently. They would always be in the shadow of their parents, and that was fine. Mal would make the most of that, and she wouldn't let her mother down no matter the cost. Even if it meant the cost of her own dreams.
Which was why, on this Sunday afternoon, Mal had been casually meandering up and down a collection of small shops. She was watching patrons go in and out, taking note of what they had in their bags when they did so. A little magic and a quiet spell from her mother's book had helped her decide which would prove the most fruitful in her little mission.
Sure she had that plastic card with money, but that wasn't any fun. Besides, Jay would have already cleaned a few of the shelves out of some of these places by now. He would be disappointed in her.
Nothing cold. Nothing hot. Nothing too obvious. And then she saw it: the perfect quick grab. Apples. Red and shiny just like Evie use to bring to share with her once they had built that everlasting bond. It was one of the fruits that Mal had had growing up. Evie's mother seemed to have them in spades.
Picking threw a few, leaving a rotten spot on one with magic, Mal picked her prize. Fruit in hand, she was casual as she made her way toward the exit. She wouldn't leave without causing a little bit of a scene, though. A twist of her wrist here and there, and a patron found themselves slipping on a sudden wet floor. It caused the clerk at the counter to go see what happened, and Mal was free to make her escape.
A grin on her face, satisfied with herself, she turned only to run smack into someone thus her apple becoming a victim to the ground. "Watch where you're going! I just spent my last few dollars on that apple!" A little lie? A little fit? All in a day's work!