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Post by fae evelyn lily reed on Feb 8, 2015 18:30:41 GMT -5
  It had started out innocently enough. Her friends were pranking one of the guys in their little group and Fae had swiped the dorm key from his pocket while giving him a friendly hug before he went off to class. After that it was time to head to his room and pull their little prank and then lie in wait ready to laugh and snap photos of his reaction. It had been one of the few times her “unexplainable talents” had been put to good use since she moved to New York and since no one was getting hurt and her target got his key back quickly enough, Fae hadn't seen the harm in it. A few days later Fae had been on the subway and realised that she had forgotten to grab her purse on the way out of her small apartment. Setting her eyes on a distracted businessman who spent most of the journey shouting into his cell phone about how he hated the public transport system, Fae had lifted his wallet like it was a daily habit for her.
She had reasoned with herself that it was an emergency, acceptable that one time. She had to get another subway to Hal's for her shift and she was already running late, not to mention that she owed one of her colleagues twenty dollars that she had borrowed the weekend before, with the promise to pay her back on her next shift, which was today. It was just a one time thing, like it was always supposed to be. Fae knew that her father hadn't taught her the skills and tricks he had to turn her into a hardened criminal. He meant them only as a precaution, a measure to keep her safe should he ever land himself in trouble. Fae had been good at sticking to that, but the adrenaline rush she got from lifting that stranger's wallet wouldn't leave her mind. It was something similar to how the drugs and alcohol had made her feel when she was a teenager. They were a bad place in Fae's memories and she had worked so hard to get clean and stay clean, but the rush she missed was right there, found on a New York subway car, in the trouser pocket of an expensive Armani suit. As much as she wanted to fight it, Fae had missed that rush and her fingers were itching to relive that high.
Tossing and turning every night since, Fae hadn't slept properly in almost a week now. She knew she ought to reach out and tell someone about this bad voice in her head, but no one knew about her criminal talents. It was the one thing she had even managed to keep out of all those rehab therapy sessions. The only one who knew about her abilities was her father and with him behind bars across the country, she didn't want to worry him. She had done so well to keep it together and now she felt like it was slipping away from her. She thought that maybe one more score could satisfy her, which is why she was hanging around Starbucks so late at night, waiting for the perfect mark to come by while she nursed an almost empty mocha. Fae kept telling herself that one more time would be enough to silence that devil on her shoulder, but a quieter voice kept reminding her that this was the sort of thing that never ended well for someone like Fae. Her past already proved that she had an addictive personality and this was the last thing she needed, but the longer she sat there just waiting, the more she wanted to delve into this dark side. No one would be getting hurt and she could turn the wallet in the next day and claim that she had just found it. No harm, no foul, right? At least that was what she was hoping for. She had already been sitting there for close to an hour when a trio of guys stumbled in, shouting about some party and the girls there. They were distracted enough, they weren't going to pay her a second glance if she brushed past them on her way out. She chose from the three, narrowing in on the one on the left before putting the move into play. Deftly, she only lifted his wallet after he had paid, mumbling an apology as she squeezed through them to hand her mug back to the poor barista on the late shift. After that she was headed for the door, a second later she felt the cold November air on her face and she glanced around before slipping the wallet in the breast pocket of her jacket. And there was that rush again, the hit of adrenaline that she had craved so desperately. Leisurely, she stepped to the right and began a casual stroll down the sidewalk, biting back her victorious smile.
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TAGGED! open!
WORDS! 831!
OUTFIT! Criminal Cutie!
LYRICS! The Great Escape - - - Boys Like Girls
NOTES! <3 <3 <3
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