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Post by .avaline on Jul 19, 2008 17:18:10 GMT -5
Avaline slowly walked down the streets, simply gazing at the shops set up in little tents, booths, and tables. Jewelry was lined up in crooked lines, showing off the beauty of the product. Ava sighed, they were all so ignorent, blissful to the pickpockets, thieves, and various mutants. Well. Avaline was all three of those. She was a mutant, with wings that could retract back into her body. In all those wings were quite useful, for getting away. Avaline didn't like to fight much, she just took what she wanted and left.
She stopped at a booth, with a sly looking man guarding his table cautiously. But, man was busy with another customer. Actually quite a few customers. She picked up a necklace, it had round, shiny plates, assorted symmetrically; a bead separating each piece. She admired the necklace, while at the same time working off the tag, slipping the ornament into her pocket. The owner didn't notice, neither did anyone else. Ava pocketed a matching bracelet, again without anybody noticing and pretended that what the man had at his table didn't interest her.
She crossed the street, and went on to a different table. The table had many different hair pieces, but there was only one that caught her eyes. A silver feather piece, with a lapis lazuli in the end. It was gorgeous. The woman running the table wasn't busy, but that didn't bother Avaline. After leaving her broken family, Ava had lived this way, and was quite adept at not being caught. The woman looked away, seeing a friend. Ava started to turn, loosely holding the silver feather ornament she walked away, the jewelry still in her hands. She pocketed that too.
She continued to walk away from the table, nonchalantly walking straight out of the market. The fact that she had three stolen items in her pockets didn't bother her. She stopped at a large tree, it was one in the city. A huge oak with tall, sky reaching limbs. This was one of the quietest places in the loud city. Avaline was no stranger to this tree, she had come to this tree after every market, after she had taken a number of objects from various shops.
Avaline started to climb the tree, it was broad daylight, using her wings, would only get her branded as one of them. Ava climbed to about the middle, she was shrouded in thick leaves and tree limbs. reaching into her pocket she pulled out the stolen goods. She slipped on the bracelet, on her right hand. There were a few other bracelets, mostly stolen. But the single bracelet on her left hand was the one her dad gave her before he was killed. Ava put on the necklace, and attached the hair piece, sliding back down to the ground. Face to face with....
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Post by Mace on Jul 20, 2008 13:42:40 GMT -5
Ace had followed Ava from the market place. Ava's work impressed her, but what she had done was still wrong. All Ace planned to do was confront the theif. Here wasn't a good place to use her powers, but hopefully nothing would happen. "Hey. You got quick hands."
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Post by .avaline on Jul 20, 2008 18:37:25 GMT -5
Avaline stared at the younger girl confronting her. She bristled a little bit, how dare a fifteen year old confront her. She stood tall and proud. "Yeah, I do have quick hands, do you have something to say about it?" Yes. Those were quite hostile words, Ava didn't care, she thought she was superior to the girl in front of her. Of course she though she was superior, Ava was a mutant, and she also had a small pistol tucked away in her coat pocket.
Ava glared. "Who are you anyways."
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Post by Mace on Jul 24, 2008 17:58:50 GMT -5
Ace smirked. "I'm Ace. And who are you exactly?" She softened her smirk. No reason to start anything, not this close to civilization anyway. Since she had confronted the girl, maybe she would back off. Ace slipped her hands into the front pockets of her sweatshirt.
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Post by .avaline on Jul 25, 2008 21:04:46 GMT -5
Ava glared. "Avaline, but call me that and I might just kick you right into that dumpster." Avaline didn't hate her name, in fact she loved it. It was unique like her. She gave a small smile and leaned in. "Just call me Ava."
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Post by Mace on Jul 26, 2008 8:09:30 GMT -5
Ace kept her face blank. Oh, she wanted to shift so bad after that comment. No way could this girl beat her. "All right, Ava, why did you steal those thing? Money?" If she were starving or needed the money for medicine, Ace would offer help. There was no reason to steal to get it. The Fifty always helped people with those needs.
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Post by .avaline on Aug 2, 2008 16:45:57 GMT -5
Why would the girl have to question her motives for stealing the necklace, bracelet, and hairpiece. The were beautiful. "I wanted them for the same reasons any girl would want them, to look pretty." Avaline was tired of the girl, she was hungry. And the bakery was near. The smell was wafting over towards her and they were making her stomach growl.
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Post by Mace on Aug 14, 2008 21:06:13 GMT -5
Ace had never been a fan of jewlery. But they must be reasons to steal. Man, why did she have to come across Ava? It was suppose to be an easy patrol. Argh. "Okay, so you going to give them back or what? I'll take you in if I have to." She hated going to the police department. She knew the police chief hated Mutators. And she disliked people who disliked Mutators. "Well?"
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Post by .avaline on Aug 19, 2008 8:27:30 GMT -5
"No, I'm not going to give it back, and I'm not going with you to the police." Ava stated that clearly her head held high. A mere girl of fifteen or so was not going to tell her what to do. She put her hand in her pocket, rubbing the cold piece of metal that was the pistol waiting to fire. She itched to use it right now, but Ava wasn't a fan of violence.
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Post by Mace on Aug 21, 2008 8:48:04 GMT -5
Ace rolled her eyes. Gosh, did that girl think she ws the queen or something? "Whatever." She dropped low and went in for a leg sweep.
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Post by .avaline on Aug 25, 2008 18:36:59 GMT -5
Ava saw the leg sweep and jumped into the air just in time, her large black wings unfurling into the wide span that they were. She was hovering up in the air, slowly rising, her right hand still clenched on the pistol. "You don't want to do this."
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