Tiffany's! Cartier! Black Starr! Frost Gorham! Characters: OTA to anyone who wants to slap some sense into her Setting: Noon, NYC Content: Cursing and petty theft Summary: Old habits die hard. Apparently Wicked didn't get the memo "with great power comes great responsibility" As far as she's concerned her powers being MIA means the end of times, so fuck it, no one's watching the ladies dressing room at H&M.
She didn't really need the jacket, but it went with the boots and the boots went with the bracelet! So she had to get the jacket! To be fair the bracelet was an accident, she didn't mean to steal it. She was leaning on the glass and her hand went through. If the bitch behind the counter didn't give her a dirty look she would have put it back. She understood she looked a bit grungy but there was no reason to give her the evil eye, she didn't purposely go in there to steal. While the woman's back was turned she ducked into the bathroom, went out the side wall and into the alley with a five hundred dollar bracelet around her wrist.
New York had bigger things to worry about anyway. Hundreds of people woke up with powers and she woke up missing one and gaining another. It was devastating to find her friends leaving her.She'd probably be a little more depressed about it, if it wasn't for the fact that her new power was so interesting. Walking through walls! That would have come in handy last summer. She tried to call Nick to tell him what was going on but he was no where to be found. So she figured, screw it, she had already stolen an expensive bracelet she might as well make a day out of it.
"Is everything alright in there?"
The knock on the door shook her out of her thoughts. She had been in there for half an hour! She picked up her bags and quickly walked out through the wall. She had forgotten how much fun it was to to be a thief.