Darling | OC x Jesper | Shadow and Bone DISCONTINUED

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Third persons POV:

The streets of Ketterdam always seemed to be busy. At night, during the day... somewhere in between, busy. And that's exactly how Lorelei liked it. The streets being busy meant one thing to her- more people to steal from.

It hadn't always been her plan- to steal for a living- but it wasn't half easy.

Stealing from unsuspecting members of society, out on the streets, was a simple task to Lorelei- she had done it for longer then she cared to remember- however, sneaking her way into the bars was another task entirely.

You see Lorelei wasn't exactly well known around the town, but when it came to her... gift... now that part of her was famous. The girl was used to people being weary around her even if they remotely suspected something different about her. But, nevertheless, Lorelei often managed to slither her way into some of rowdy bars, slipping past the men on guard or charming her way inside the clubs. They, most the time, had been under strict instructions to keep people like her out- people without money to spend or people who they couldn't recognise as locals. When Lorelei first started slipping through delivery doors or covering her face to enter the bars, she loved every night she managed the feat. People who where in attendance at places with booze tended to be rich enough to support their habit...however there was still always one place she had never managed to worm her way inside of- the gambling house that was the Crow Club.

The Crow Club had often sparked interest to her. How could it not with its constantly manned doors and drunken customers spilling out onto the streets? Yes. The Crow Club was where Lorelei was planning on stealing a pretty payment for herself, and she had decided to attempt that task one night that our story starts from.

After watching the club intensely, for the best part of the afternoon, Lorelei watched the door of the crow club as it sat behind the muscular body of a stern looking man with a death glare. She knew her skills in Charisma, but they had their limits, so she waited until the man left and another was soon set to take over his place. It was the perfect to slip her way inside.

Slowly, Lorelei made her way down the ladder she had been perched on for longer then she could remember.  She let out an annoyed breathe as a new security guard quickly took the mans place... she had missed her chance... or had she?

She fixed her dress, taking a few minutes to make sure her gun was secured close to her back, under her waist band, and she began walking over to the man that was manning the only accessible entrance into the club.

As a rush of wind blew through the street, to the naked eye it would have looked as if the door had merely been blown ajar slightly. But to Lorelei, who found herself securely on the other side, the door opening was anything other then accidental.

Looking around, the girl scoffed at the loud noises filling her ears. Men chanting and glasses slamming, such was the only way to gamble your life's savings she supposed.

She'd never been a gambler herself, partly because she always won. She found the constant winning and no surprises rather boring as it's hard to play chess with a gift like hers.

Suddenly, a table found her eye as she walked over to it and stood slightly behind one of the drunker looking men sat at the table.

Slowly she made her presence known as she reached around him and placed her own bet onto the table.

"Black, 12" she said.

Her voice was often spoken about, in the whispers of the street. She had a certain way about her. Most people couldn't tell whether she was flirting or threatening and she loved that about herself, it made it all the more fun to watch it dawn on unsuspecting faces as soon as she sunk her knife in.