Castle Break In

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I slowed my run to a walk and wandered the streets of London. Even in the rain the summer air was still relatively warm, I stride down the vacant streets, it's about eleven a cloak but everyone will want to be out of the rain. I continued this steady walk using the time to think about things when I saw the warehouse, a smile crept across my street and I started to jog over. I could hear talking and laughing on the other side, so I knocked on the door and soon I heard feet coming my way. The door opened to reveal a boy about 14, an inch taller than me, brown curly hair, dark brown eyes that always look mischievous, and grease covered cheekbones.

"Ello their love, been a while since we've seen you around here?" He stated leaning against the doorframe with his usual thick British accent yet sarcastic to no end.

"Good to see you too Tony." I replied and let myself inn. I flipped off my hood and took in the surroundings, the abandon warehouse fully lit with cars and pieces of cars every where, market stalls which have been closed for the night, and a small group of people gathered around, drinking their hard work away, I was truly home. One of them saw me and laughed holding up his glass, "The great thief Anea is back! I suppose you have things to sell and stories to tell?" The Irish voice came from the red haired boy about 18 with rosy cheeks, pale green eyes, and always having a smile upon his face. That was Russell was always happy even if everything went wrong. Next to him with a hand on his shoulder was a girl with golden short hair and emerald green eyes, Roxi and Russell or R'R as we call them have been together for five years and now that they are adults we all know that he is going to ask her to marry him. Across from them was Trevor our geek man, pale as a ghost with white hair that covers his eyes partially, and clear eyes, he's known as "albino boy" around here. Then there was Trixi, her dark skin and black straight very long hair made her almost orange eyes stand out that much more. She was the tallest one of the bunch and the best with her tongue. She was our fence, she had the best prices for buying and selling, and her silver tongue was her main weapon.

"Hey girl what you been up to?" Roxi questioned, using her adorable high pitch voice.

"You know, stealing." I shrugged.

"Anea what happened to you?" Trixie gasped looking at my bruised face.

"Ah John" I shrugged again, they know about my life, they're the only one I trust with my life. Trixi led me to a chair by them and I sat down struggling to breath as I walked. She then went over to the medical area to get some Advil. She got me some water and pills for me to take, I swallowed. Then Roxi came and bandaged up my bleeding temple and cuts around my arms where the glass sliced me. We talked for a while, catching up on how things were going, I asked to stay here for a while and they agreed saying that I'm always welcomed here. I wonder if Russell knows about the rich elves that I saw today? Russell knows everything in the famous world, the politics, the celebrities, everyone.

"Hey Russell I need to ask you something?"

"Go ahead girly." He teased.

"I saw these real rich, fancy men, actually they were elves, today driving in this beautiful Bugatti," I started telling the events of earlier that day. When I got to the part of me getting caught everyone's jaw dropped, I have never been caught thieving, even at an young age. When I finished my story I saw Russell digging through his papers, finally he laughed and kept laughing. When he finally calmed down he looked at me dead in the eye and said, "You pickpocket the three sons of Thranduil, CEO of Greenleaf Company." What?! Isn't Thranduil the King of Mirkwood, sweet! I started jumping up and down despite my injuries and showing a giant grin across my face. We spent the rest of the night chilling and talking, we created a plan to break into the Greenleaf house and steal some food, valuables, and beer. I would be doing it alone since they know that I work better alone.

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