Narrative: Jeze Who: Jeze What: Picking up a few things Where: Repose - Capitol When: Currentish Warnings/Rating: Thievery
Being good chafed.
Her fingers itched for the feel of her kit back in her hands and she was almost to the point - almost - where she wanted to take apart the locks in the storage facility just to have something to do. But, oh, that was just too damn small when she craved larger things.
Better things.
Things she couldn't get for free out of stockings left to hang on the proverbial mantle or picked out of boxes left discarded by the road. No, this itch rode up her spine like a four-wheeler on a dusty dirt road, spitting gravel and dust in its trail.
But she learned long ago - don't shit where you eat. That was begging to get caught, but the Capitol? Yeah, the Capitol would work.
So she did her hair up in soft waves and put on one of those pretty floral dresses that made her like a right southern girl and hitched a ride the whole way. This was the game she knew - pretending to be lost around a businessman, the flutter of eyelashes and the glance of her hands over his wrists to snag a watch or a wallet. There was even a thick bracelet in the bunch, made of metal and leather that might fit real nice on another wrist - she was going to keep that.
There was a real pretty jewelry store - but that was going to have to wait until she had someone else with her, someone that could be a distraction while she walked out with a brand new sparkly.
When she was done, cash tucked into her bra, cheap wallets in the trash, a few quality ones tucked into various pockets and with a few pretty ticking things, she hitched a ride home, itch momentarily satisfied.