The morning light blazed across my face, I slowly opened my eyes to see the sun's gaping smile and dark eyes staring down on the city. I stretched out my limbs making sure everything was awake and intact.... though, my mind was still groggy, which made the climb down from the roof more difficult than necessary. I managed to miss the edge of the crate causing my foot to slip and fall off the side of the roof.
"Oi, well at least that was quicker than scaling the damn thing." I knew my side would end up bruising later.
My insides began to shift and my stomach gave a ravenous growl and I placed my hand over it hoping that it would quiet.
"Ah yes I almost forgot about you."
The market was so lively, but I figured it would be since it was the weekend now. This always made stealing that much more of a challenge. All these inconvenient eyes wandering about, getting breakfast wasn't going to be easy at all. I found myself drawn to the kiosks which held hand-made jewelry, dream-catchers, wind chimes, ceramics, all things which redirected my attention from my main goal.
"Food, right, gotta get food." I reminded myself.
A set of rings caught my attention; they were talons, dark chrome steel, that were meant to be worn around your fingertips.
"I'll be coming back for you lovelies," I whispered to them, as if they could hear... I always ended up talking to myself or other inanimate objects and I knew very well where I got that peculiar little quirk from; it was my father.
Navigating through the alley ways and streets was a quite the spectacle of its own. It seemed like this city was very diverse, but there were an awful lot of teenagers roaming around too... they all must have belonged to the DWMA. Alas I found the fruit stand and bakery; better yet they were situated close together. It turned out I had enough change floating around the bottom of my bag for a strudel and a piece of fruit, the lady at the fruit stand was kind enough to give me a banana along with my apple; she probably pitied my disheveled appearance. While walking back towards the kiosks, I whipped out my toothbrush and paste and brushed away. Yes, it was probably an odd thing to perform that type of hygienic maintenance in public, but I hated cavities with a passion and nothing felt more refreshing than a clean mouth. I used a swig of water from my canteen to wash the remaining toothpaste from my teeth and spat it into a planter. My eyes locked onto those talons resting on the table, strung together by a chain. I only needed one set; I weighed my options... tried to anticipate when the stout bearded man's attention would shift from the protective gaze he held over his merchandise to the interest of a customer. A couple approached him to inquire about a set of ruby earrings and a matching neckless.
"Well, now's my chance," I walked briskly over to the kiosk, observing the position of all eyes before I lifted the rings. It was so natural, second nature, no anxiety because I had done this many times before, and I learned from the best. Near success, but then I heard anger in someone's voice.
"Hey, you little gyp!" a younger man from the kiosk across the way pointed an accusatory finger at me. My flight reaction kicked in and before I left I grabbed a second set of talons... well they were the only set left.
"Someone stop her!" another yelled.
I shouldn't have looked back, but curiosity got the best of me and I saw a buff man, probably six and a half feet tall, barreling towards me. I dodged around the crowds of people, hoped an empty stand, which the oaf managed to flip as he ran into it, and made a sharp turn down an alley.... which came to a dead end.
"Damn it, oooi where am I gonna go now," I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, my eyes darted around the area for an escape. Suddenly I heard footsteps and light panting behind me, I stiffened in fear then cautiously turned around... the man was a few yards away.
