Post by IRENE ADLER on Nov 9, 2010 21:15:38 GMT -5
The woman walked from one place to the other on Wall Street, her mind thinking about so many things that she could not even clearly stay in one place. In one word she was nervous, freaked out, and gagging for some satisfaction.
Satisfaction, mostly in the form of a death stick, but she had sworn off the sticks to keep her health. But screw her health; she also now had to find out that the mayor actually had raised her taxes tenfold.
What in god dams name was the world coming to, she did not like that man at all. Something had to be done, but yet she had other problems that she needed to take care of. Feeling a woman graze her shoulder, she turned around and quirked her brow as she smiled and started to sneak toward the woman.
Her first time in pick pocketing someone was actually when she was 19, how she remembered every little detail about how the man smelt , how the texture of the stolen wallet felt and also how clueless her first crime had been .
It had all been too easy; to easy for her guess that was what had gotten her hooked back then. Now that she was trying to get away from it, she now felt that she was slowly coming to terms with who she was.
Yet this woman, this purse would be hers. Slipping her fingers along the woman’s purse, she chuckled softly and noticed that it was a very fine material. Was that even silk or was it fake , she wondered and sighed as she slipped her fingers inside and started to shove out some keys and a wallet.
Her body moving steadily away when she got them out, and took a few steps back and breathed. Her bottom lip licked as she felt a rush grab her body. God that felt good, that rush, that power she was the queen of the world once again.
Now to check the contents of the purse, what was inside, what kind of goodies would she find that she could use and maybe even keep for herself? The keys were useless, but looking at them closely she noticed that they were fancy. HMmm still there was no use she could give them, except if she gave them to her contact. Then he could use them for something. Opening the wallet she noticed the usual credit cards, master card, visa, visa black, visa silver,the works and then a citizen drivers license, “Katherine Minola.“
She whispered and looked up at the woman cocking her head, she was wondering what kind of woman was she to have such a strong name.
Satisfaction, mostly in the form of a death stick, but she had sworn off the sticks to keep her health. But screw her health; she also now had to find out that the mayor actually had raised her taxes tenfold.
What in god dams name was the world coming to, she did not like that man at all. Something had to be done, but yet she had other problems that she needed to take care of. Feeling a woman graze her shoulder, she turned around and quirked her brow as she smiled and started to sneak toward the woman.
Her first time in pick pocketing someone was actually when she was 19, how she remembered every little detail about how the man smelt , how the texture of the stolen wallet felt and also how clueless her first crime had been .
It had all been too easy; to easy for her guess that was what had gotten her hooked back then. Now that she was trying to get away from it, she now felt that she was slowly coming to terms with who she was.
Yet this woman, this purse would be hers. Slipping her fingers along the woman’s purse, she chuckled softly and noticed that it was a very fine material. Was that even silk or was it fake , she wondered and sighed as she slipped her fingers inside and started to shove out some keys and a wallet.
Her body moving steadily away when she got them out, and took a few steps back and breathed. Her bottom lip licked as she felt a rush grab her body. God that felt good, that rush, that power she was the queen of the world once again.
Now to check the contents of the purse, what was inside, what kind of goodies would she find that she could use and maybe even keep for herself? The keys were useless, but looking at them closely she noticed that they were fancy. HMmm still there was no use she could give them, except if she gave them to her contact. Then he could use them for something. Opening the wallet she noticed the usual credit cards, master card, visa, visa black, visa silver,the works and then a citizen drivers license, “Katherine Minola.“
She whispered and looked up at the woman cocking her head, she was wondering what kind of woman was she to have such a strong name.
