hiding

Operation is a go

She woke with a shiver as she groaned. It had lightly snowed during the night, which had to remind her of her clothing or... lack thereof, situation. Her meeting with the whitebeard pirates had not left her completely unscathed. Marco's offensives had left her clothes torn and severely burned, beyond being saved. And unfortunately, they were some of her only remaining clothing.

"Damn the blue seas," She grumbled to herself, "I'm just destined to get myself killed."

She knew she would have to go back into town to steal some clothing. She would buy them if she had provisions to, but in order to do that, she would have to work, which would mean working without her disguise, without something to hide behind, and that she simply could not handle yet. She tied her hair into a sloppy lump atop of her head, and covered it with her cap, after putting on her mask. She sighed as she realized the wrap she had used around her chest, had become too lose, after being burned in some places. She quickly retrieved new wrap from the bag next to her and continued to wrap her chest until she felt satisfied her breasts were no longer distinguishable for what they really were.

As she emerged from the ground, she silently prayed the same pirates, were not lingering in town today. The ground was lightly dusted in snow, but just enough to make her tracks visible if pursued once again. If she slipped up, she was as good as dead. Not like that was a bad option, she thought, but still. She shivered once more, adjusting the bag on her back, as she grudgingly made her way towards town.

She had found herself the perfect store, to pull off her little shop lifting. She admitted often that her disguise resulted in shop owners keeping their eye on her, as her appearance screamed of mischief. This store was much bigger than most and contained almost every type of good one might need, almost like a general store. As much as she despised large groups of people, they provided the right amount of distraction to grab what she needed. It was hard to focus on one person in the store for shop lifting, when there were several dozen inside, and almost several people guaranteed to be more boisterous than others.

She found what she had needed quickly. She was never picky. She quickly shoved a black t-shirt and a pair of cargo pants similar to the destroyed ones she donned now into the bag, following a dark grey jacket. After finding herself a pair of light weight combat boots, she traded them for the worn ones she had worn well past their time.

A few bags of jerky meat, and a bottle of water later, and she was headed towards the exit. She stopped a few clothing racks short of the door, her eyes lingering on the shirt next to her. It was far too impractical for her to normally want. It was a form fitting black tank top whose hem cut well above one's naval. It was impractical, but yet, she found herself wanting it. Maybe it will have a use. She tried reasoning. After a few moments of hesitation, she placed it in her bag, throwing in a pair of pretty-short shorts, some bras, panties and a basic pair of tennis shoes.

What the hell? She tried to reason with herself. Maybe one day, I'll find a reason to wear them... one day.

She slipped out the door, her actions completely unnoticed by any of the store workers. She made her way towards the edge of town, heading away from the line of buildings and into the tree lines. She was sure, she had made a successful venture into town without incident.