~Beggers can't be choosers~OPEN~

[ali]

Well, it's just a simple fact. When I want something, I don't want to pay for it.

It was rainin', again. I hate the rain. It's wet, but I can't really change that. It's not like I'm god or anythin'. Anyway, I looked out at the street as the rain drummed against the flat roofs of District 6. As nature played its song, I began to walk. Carefully, casually. Trying not to draw attention to myself.

I slipped through the men and woman hurrying round with shoppin' and umbrellas. Rich ones too. Their elegant clothes showed their status here in District 6, and it made me positivly sick. I wasn't planning to steal from any of them anyway, that'd be way too easy. I had my eyes on something else today. The shops that lined the market were screaming my name, beggin' me to steal from their shelves.

A smile grew slowly across my face as I reached the first shop. It was an Art shop. Empty, which made nickin' whatever I wanted harder but I could try. Sadly, as I reached the door to the shop I read the sign that had been posted there.

CLOSED DUE TO THE HUNGER GAMES

Shops did this alot round here when the games were on. Shut up shop they did, for the few weeks the kids of the arena fought to the death; but the Games were over. Shops closed after the Games meant one thing. The shop keepers were in mournin'. I grimaced slightly thinkin of this years tributes. Alikia Lombrary was this years girl tribute. She was a nice girl. I'd met her before, durin' class and what have you. She had been a pretty girl. It was a shame to watch her die in our other tributes arms.

Dicentra Gambler- Nice kid, theif and good friend to all who knew him. I'd seen him about, nickin' things from stalls and stuff. Us theives notice that sorta thing. Course' he didn't notice me. I hadn't understood why he'd cried when Alikia died. From what I knew- he didn't cry so why had he cried for her? Course, I'd never know now cause he was dead. Kid from District 4 took him out- severing his foot from his body. Nasty way to go if I do say myself.

However before he died I took word of what he said. I knew what it meant. It'd been goin' round the circut for some time now, course I didn't know what it exactly intailed but I had a rough idea. I took a step back from the shop and moved onto the next. Nice little shop, sold books and things. I needed a new book to read to the kids at home. Glancin round I stepped inside.

Smelt like wood- dead wood. Like most books do. It was a dim place, and dusty. Yuck, Spiders I thought as I ventured deeper into the bookstore. The shelves gave me great concealment as I snaked my way to the children section. There weren't many books there only about 12 different titles like; Jabber Jay goes shopping, The very hungery capitoly, Little Red Rebelion and Alice in the Arena. I hadn't read the kids the Alice book yet, so I tentivly reached out and slipped a copy into my jacket pocket.

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Lacey Malice

I'm not the brightest person, that's for sure, So I'd normally be thinking 'What the hell am I doing here?' but I've figured out that the people who go in these kinds of stores are rich. They don't need any of these things, but they buy it anyways. To me, it's a waste of money. If they want to use up their money, they might as well sped it on us poor people. So if I'm right, they should have some valuables in their pocket. If I'm wrong, I can just take some of the books and resell them for something lower.

I twirl up my index finger in my hair before entering a book shop. It smelled like, paper. I hate the smell because it smells like puke. Now, I had to look for a target to steal from. Someone who looks weak, kind and gentle. Those are usually the best targets. Sadly, there are too many people here so I can get caught easier, but there aren't enough people to mask me. Maybe I should have chosen a different area to steal from? Whatever, I'm just going to have to go to a place where I'm un-noticed.

The sudden thought of Dice enters my mind. Normally, we'd be doing this kind of stuff together and then split the loot between the two of us. I still remember that day when he last held my hands. I remember when he held his district partner in his arms. He didn't look weak when he was crying, it was more like passionate. Then when he partnered with that blind girl and then she died. I remember cheering for him in the arena until he came into the final five. I was so sure he had a real shot at winning, and he did, but sadly he died and so did his killer. A tear threatens to come out in memory of Dice, but this was a way to vent my pain.

We where going to hold a proper burial for the District 6 tributes some time, but right now I'm trying to avoid the thought.

I go to a place behind a book shelf because it seems rather unnoticeable compared to the other parts of this store. When I check for a target, I see a girl who looks around Dice's age and think that maybe she could be a good target. I walk up to her putting a innocent face on and 'accidentally' bump into her checking to pockets. For a second I felt nothing in her jacket, but then I felt the shape of a small book and a watch. Score. I take the watch and put it in my sleeve with that hand.

Quickly, I take out my hands out of her pockets before she notices and I put my hand to my forehead, making the watch slide down to my elbow. "Oww.... Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry." I say to her, trying to sound innocent without sounding fake. That trick I did is a really old one and almost every thief knows it. What if she... No. She was just going to buy that book in her pocket.

[ali]

Well, it's just a simple fact. When I want something, I don't want to pay for it.

I turn and begin to make my way out, glanicng at the counter checking the shopkeeper didn't notice. Before I can get a good look, someone bumps right into me. I snap my head towards the person- my hair flicking across my face as I do. In front of me is a small girl- she looks bout 9 or 10 but she could be older. She has pale doll like skin, perfect skin, and her face is framed with caramel brown hair. She looks at me innocently and steps back.

"Oww.... Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry." She almost gasps as she puts her hand to her head.

I recognize that move, but I don't take notice. I am to busy thinking of getting out before I'm caught. I shove my hands into my jacket pocket. Somethin' feels out of place, but I wait til I'm in the alley beside the store before I check. The alley is wet from the rain, the ground is almost like a dirty mirror reflecting the palid grey sky. I ran my tounge over my crackin' lips, lettin' out a sharp breath. I felt round my pockets, the book was there- safe -but...

Where is it??? Where is my pa's watch?? I then thought for a moment then I realized That little rat...

I knew then that the girl from the book store, the one who had 'accidently' bumped into me, had stolen the last peice of my Pa I had left. I cringed at the thought of him. He'd died when I was young, but I was old enough to remember his face- to know he was gone. They'd some how found his watch from the reckage of the old Nightin'gale place- and I had been given it from my ma. I had carried it on me always, felt like I was carryin' a little bit of his soul round in my pocket; but now- it was gone.

I felt angry at the little swine who thought she could steal from me. My fists clenched round the air as rage sped through me, I felt hot tears come to my eyes. My pa was gone- that little weasel had taken him. I daren't sob cause that'll bring attention to me. And that's just stupid. So, like all good theives, I waited. I waited for the girl to leave the shop. Then I'd follow her and get my peice of my pa back. Rain, matted my hair as I stood in the shade of the alley waiting for her to exit the bookshop. The rain was cold and more importantly- wet. My breath curdled int he cold air- creating a mist that hovered round. I lowered my face waiting- watching.

[plantix]

Thankfully, she left the store before noticing I had taken that watch from her. I took a moment to look at what I took; it was an old watch. That's not going to much use to me and I know that no one's going to buy it. Why was it in her pocket?.. No, wait. I think I know. It must be the same reason as to why I'm carrying Dice's bead in my pocket.

Before I have that bracelet with the heart-shaped beads, I broke off one of them to keep to myself. The spot where the bead was taken was off to one end of the lace, so I don't think he noticed one was missing. That bead is in my pocket right now, and I kept it with me so that 'Dicentra' was somehow near. Is this the same with this watch and that girl? It could be, and since it's useless to me anyways, may as well give it back to her. Of course she left already and it'd be pointless to search for her in the rain.

First, I want to get some things from other people. Just as I'm about to take one of the books, three people walk into the section. Clearly, there aren't any other targets available in this store, so all I can do now is leave.

I walk outside, in the rain holding both the Dicentra bead and that old watch in my hand. Just a few steps of walking later, I see a figure looking at me from an ally.

[ali]

Well, it's just a simple fact. When I want something, I don't want to pay for it.

I watch as the girl steps out the store. She's holdin' both my watch, and somethin' else in her other hand. I frown, wonderin' what she's got in the other hand but my anger still bubbles in the pit of my stomach. After a few steps, she turns and notices me. I scowl inwardly- a thief should never be seen. She has a, solem look bout her. Heck, everyone does these days. We just lost two kids to the Games- Again. Was it possible she was Dicentra's sister? I knew Alikia had none. Well at least thats what I heard. She seemed to young to be a Gambler girl, they were both too old to be reaped now.

So who was she?

My brow creases as I look at her for a second. Do I approach her? or do I wait for her to approach me? Or, do I watch her run off with my pa's watch? I'm not takin' chances so I walk over to her. I try to make myself less noticable by the public- who kindly ignore me as I stand over the girl glarin' at her. I notice the thing she's got in her other hand. It's a funny lookin' flower. Looks like a bleedin' heart. I recognize it but I'm not sure where from.

"Give me back my pa's watch" I snarl queitly

I reach for the hand she's got the watch it. I lock my hand round it and hold it there- glaring at her as if to will her to let go but she isn't holding it that tightly, so its easy enough to pull out. I hold the watch tightly against my palm- welcomin' the cold touch. I half turn from her slightly upset bout what she did. I swallow the tears but when I talk- its adiment that I'll cry bout my pa.

"Don't....Don't you dare try anythin like that again, you hear me you little theif.....don't...don't think I didn't recognize that move of yours" I say with a broken voice.

Thinkin bout him, my pa- usually did this to me. It was natural- specially when you loved your dad like I did. I slipped the watch back into its place, in my left breast pocket before using my sleeve to wipe the non exsistent tears. Rule number 2- Thiefs don't cry. Well I certainly don't. I clenched my fist again- still feelin' the anger of the inccident. I look at her over my shoulder, my hair matted to my peachy skin. I scowl at her before going to walk on.

[plantix]

She had a nasty look on her face and I just wore mine almost blank. Thiefs never steal from other thiefs of the same 'family'. Not that she was connected to me in that sort of way, but she's the first target I felt sorry for. I never feel sorry for people I know scarcely.

"Give me back my pa's watch" The older girl said. So I was right; it was a memento of someone special, in this case her dad. Her dad must be really special to her, judging by the fire I can see inside her.

That girl suddenly lunges her hand towards me and grabs that watch in my hand. I don't struggle. In fact, I don't need it. This is the weird thing, I like people who are like this because they're bad in my way, yet good. Perhaps we could be friends if this kind of event didn't happen, but I know that's almost next to impossible now.

"Don't....Don't you dare try anythin like that again, you hear me you little theif.....don't...don't think I didn't recognize that move of yours" There's an obvious shakiness in her voice. I don't crumble or feel sad for her, instead I remain emotionless. Once I hear her last sentence, that's when I realize she's a thief too... or, at least that trick was played on her so many times before that she recognized it.

She wipes her imaginary tears in the rain and I can't contain my grief any more. As soon as she turns around, I look down and give a frown. I must know her name. If we ever meet again, perhaps it would be under better circumstances.

"Hey you." I call to get her attention. Walking a few steps closer, I extend my hand for a hand shake and say "I'm Lacey-" I was about to give my last name, until I realized something. Dice's bead. It's gone. No longer in my hand anymore. For an instant I think that she took it and I immediately shout at her, grabbing her jacket with both my hands "Where is it!? Did you take it!?" A set of tears run down my face blatantly before being caught up with other drops of rain on my face.

"Oi! Y'u!" a shockingly familiar voice calls out from behind me. When I turn around, I see the vendor of the shop I stole Dice's bracelet from. Right then and there I know I'm in deep trouble. He lifts me up from my collar with his right hand and in his left, he holds... Dice's bead! I struggle to get that bead, even more then making him let go of me. "Care to explain to me what this is?!" He tells me sarcastically. Just as I'm about to call out for help, I realize that there is practically no one else on the streets except for that girl due to the rain.

"That- That's mine! It was part of Dice's token!"[/i] I scream at the man. Really, I need help now. For a moment I feel like a deer in a snare; just trapped. I look at that other girl and another tear comes from my eyes screaming for help.

"Really! Well we'll see what the peacekeepers 'ave to say 'bout this!" He threatens me. Oh no. I'm dead. I still have to try and get out though. Quickly, I struggle like a fish out of water, but it's futile, he's going to take me away. What will happen to me? Will he send me to a prison? I look at that other girl and cry one last tear as both an act of repentance and of desperate plea. Help. [/color]

[ali]

Well, it's just a simple fact. When I want something, I don't want to pay for it.

I'm about to take a step futher when the girl shouts"Hey you!"

I turn to see her extendin' her hand for me to shake. I give a little frown. Surely she would've run off by now. Rule number 4- Always run when caught. I give her an odd look, as if to say I don't really want to take your hand cause you kinda stole my pa's watch from me.

"I'm Lacey-"She suddenly stops before she can continue her sentace- and she looks panic striken and horrified at somethin', but I'm not sure what shes lost. Almost a second later she grabbed my jacket and began shakin' me. My eyes widen slightly at the sudden outburst, watchin' tears roll down her chalky cheeks. "Where is it!? Did you take it!?"

I go to ask her what she's talkin about when a shop keeper comes into my line of vision shoutin' at someone in my direction. He looks mad...really mad and he was makin' a bee line for Lacey. I took a step back out of the line of fire of the man. I notice he's holdin a bead- the one the girl had in her hand seconds ago. I frown then recoil in shock as he picks Lacey up by the collar.

"Care to explain to me what this is?!"

He gestures to the bead and the girls face seems to break in two. She continues to cry- strugglin' to reach the bead, but its out of her reach. I glance round, tryin' to see if anyone else is here but everyones gone. The rain has driven everyone home. Which is where I should be, but I can't help but watch the scene unfold in front of me.

"That- That's mine! It was part of Dice's token!" She screams still tryin' to get to the bead.

I realize now where I saw the bead. Dicentra gambler had a bracelet with beads just like the one the man had a hold of. He was wearin' it in the arena. He'd put one bead in Alikia's hand before the hover craft came and took her. I stare at the girl then the man. She'd stolen the braclet off him- now he'd found out. She kept lookin' at me- begging me to help. I franticly thought of a way out of the situation; when I heard the man say somethin' bout the keepers. I freak, and so does Lacey. She struggles like a fish outta water.

I have to act fast.

"HEY MR!!" I yell at the man, He turns looking at me, with bulging eyes. Before he can react to my presence, or even take real notice of my face which by this time is partially covered in my hair- I kick him where it hurts. It's not a hard kick- I know that- but it works. He crumbles to the ground, tears in his eyes, dropping Lacey and the bead at the same time. I launch myself at the bead, grabbin it before turning to Lacey.

"C'MON!!"I yell over the pounding of the rain, or my heart I can't tell which. I grab her arm, pull her to her feet before running off in any direction still holding her arm tightly. Rule number 5- Help a theif in need.

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Just as the jewelry shop owner turns around to get me off to a peace keeper, the girl I stole from gets his attention."HEY MR!!" When he turns around, for some reason he drops me and Dice's bead before holding his groin. Right now I'd laugh at him, but the fear of what he almost did Is stronger then that urge. Before I can look around for the bead, that other girl grabbed it first. For a moment I'm about to take the last piece of Dice's token, when she grabs my arm.

"C'MON!!" She says before we both start to run off. Running through the rain is quite dangerous becuase of the wet pavement, but we still needed to get as far away from him as possible. That shop owner doesn't seem to be pursuing us and I think we're in the clear.

We both stop and take a breath from exhaustion. I'm clearly not athletic at all and I regret not taking running as seriously as I should have. I few seconds of inhaling breaths that seem to be like breathing in a cloud of smoke, I manage to get my words out. "...Trader. I'm Lacey Malice. I... Owe you." I manage to say before coughing a bit. I never really liked being in anyone's debt; no one does. She really could have saved my life right then and there. Who knows what the shop owner or even the peace keepers would have done to me.

After taking a few more gasps of air, I ask her "...And you. What'd your name... Also... What's your code... code of honor?" I end up coughing in my sentence, making small brakes in between my words. Thief's usually follow their own set of rules when it comes to stealing. I follow a set of rules that me and Dice made. I wonder what kind of rules she follows?

[ali]

Well, it's just a simple fact. When I want something, I don't want to pay for it.

We ran as fast as we could through the rain. It washed what sweat formed away, and all the tears were gone. I am not sure how far we ran, but when we were sure we knew no one was following- we slowed down to a walk before halting to catch our breath. Not that mine was hard to catch. I was used to running, I did it on a daly basis. I bent over hands on my knees before straightening up breathing deeply. I looked at Lacey. She was doubled over breathing heavily, struggling to speak between the harsh breaths.

"...Trader. I'm Lacey Trader. I... Owe you."

I looked at her. Lacey Trader was an unusall name and I was surprised she wanted to pay me back- I didn't like that much. It wasn't how I played the rules of the game. I had 5 rules I followed by, like most theives did. I looked down the alley, then back at her as she managed to cough out the next few lines.

"...And you. What'd your name... Also... What's your code... code of honor?"

I smile at that, its nice to have someone understand your proffesion. Though I know the tricks of the trade, I didn't know a singal trader. If you get what I am saying. Dice was the only one I really knew who was a theif, but I never confronted him about it. Lacey was the first theif that I talked to face to face and not behind masks.

"Names Zilla, Zilla June......as for my code? Well" I say brushing drenched strands of my hair out my face, looking at her"Rule 5- Always, Help a theif in need..Rule 4-Run when caught....3-Cardio......2- THeifs, well me at least, don't cry and Rule number 1- Always listen to the rules...here you mkight want this back"

I held out my hand, the tiny beed hanging between my two fingrs, ts glassed petals glistening in the light.

[plantix]

"Names Zilla, Zilla June......as for my code? Well, Rule 5- Always, Help a theif in need..Rule 4-Run when caught....3-Cardio......2- Thieves, well me at least, don't cry and Rule number 1- Always listen to the rules...here you might want this back" The girl said before revealing that bead in her hands.

I hastily grab that bead and hold in in my palm. It's safe. Now that I have the bead, my attention focuses on the girl I'm speaking, Zilla June. That may not be her real name though. She didn't notice but I gave her my wrong last name. My mistake before was that I already told her my first name, but at least that should throw her off my case if she tries to find me. "Zilla June, huh? Is that your real name?- or your Con name?" I ask the girl.

A touch of guilt enters my body because she kind of sacrificed a whole lot for me and I have nothing to show for. "By the way, my real last name is Malice." I give her the grace of knowing my last name. People sometimes know me as: Lucy, Marry or Katie because they're so common. The name Zilla is probably her's because it so obviously stands out, a con artist wouldn't use it.

[ali]

Well, it's just a simple fact. When I want something, I don't want to pay for it.

She snatched it from my palm and bought the bead close to her chest. It was understandable that she wanted it to be safe. Just like I, had myself snatched my pa's watch from her hand. I look at her then check that no ones about. It looks like the alley is empty. I let my shoulders relax a little and they sink down. I glance at the sky, its still raining.

"Zilla June, huh? Is that your real name?- or your Con name?"Lacey pauses for a moment before continuing"By the way, my real last name is Malice."

I smirk. She's smart for her age. I wonder where she learnt it all. Most theives learnt it from older ones, like secrets passed down generations. I however, didn't have assistance. I had to learn the hard way. I look at her a smile a little. My real name? please like I'd have a con name! I don't tell no one my name...cept friends.

"Yeah it's my real name.....I can see you know the tricks of the traid- care to share who taught you them Lacey?"

I already know the answer. Dicentra Gambler. He taught her, or atleast some of it. She was still rough round the edges. I wondered if hadn't finished teaching her. And I wonder if she was the one he addressed in his final moments. I glance at the sky then back at her, sinking my hands into my trouser pockets. I wonder if I have stepped to far, asking her who taught her but then again, I've taken enough risks today to know a trick when I see one.

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[plantix]

"Yeah it's my real name.....I can see you know the tricks of the traid- care to share who taught you them Lacey?" She asks me after confirming that her name was really Zilla. Apparently, she doesn't know that whenever a con artist does their work, they use con names. It's a beginner's mistake. Now, I wonder how long she's be into the 'industry' because now I really can't tell.

"You mean you don't know them? How long have you been stealing?.. Anyways, I'll grace you with answering your question. I learned most of these things on my own, but our boy tribute for this year's games; he's the one that's been teaching me a bit. Most of the things I learn from him are tricks that're supposed to be done in pairs... Well... Now that he's gone..." I take a deep breath, to remember Dice. I've cooled down a bit from the loss, but it will still take some time to recover from it.

"...I suppose that the things I've learned are wasted... So, what's your story? Are you stealing for the hell of it? or because you need to?" I ask her before leaning on a brick wall behind my back. The reason I asked her a question was to try and pull the topic away from me, and on to her. Also, I actually wanted to know more about her anyways.

A drop of rain fell on my cheek and I wipe it off and for a second my brain shocks me with an image. It was of Dice holding a girl and then there was a tear drop on her face, but it didn't come from her, it was from Dice. I clench my eyes for a second and try to take away that flash of the first of horrible events.

[ali]

Well, it's just a simple fact. When I want something, I don't want to pay for it.

Lacey gives me a funny look, a questionin' look. I frown slightly as she answers my question.

"You mean you don't know them? How long have you been stealing?.. Anyways, I'll grace you with answering your question. I learned most of these things on my own, but our boy tribute for this year's games; he's the one that's been teaching me a bit. Most of the things I learn from him are tricks that're supposed to be done in pairs... Well... Now that he's gone..."

As she pauses to think, I raise my eye brows in surprise. I never knew Dice had an accomplaice- or assistant, apprentice or whatever you may call it. He didn't seem like one to take on someone- to teach them the tricks of the trade- nor did he seem like the person to take on a girl. Then again, he didn't seem to be one to actually like girls. Though, course, I'd been proven wrong when his alliance partner in the games had died. He'd cried. Boys never cry, unless they like like someone. Maybe he'd liked liked Alikia... I couldn't be sure now. He was gone. So was she. Now I had a little rouge theif who seemed to need someone to depend on sometimes. I looked at her again as she continued

"...I suppose that the things I've learned are wasted... So, what's your story? Are you stealing for the hell of it? or because you need to?"

I smirked slightly and looked up at the sky as I stuck my hands in my pockets.

"Since I was 7..probably before you could even count to 2.....and I steal cause I need too. Ma ain't exactly gonna get up and do work...Pa's dead so......"

[/b][/color] I shrug before continuing"And I knew Dicentra...not personally...I saw him at school.....and in the Games....and I knew he stole- I noticed once or twice..but I never knew he had..." I stop myself when I notice she's leaning against a wall. I frown, she looks upset.

I bite my lip guilty of what ever I have done to upset her. Maybe it's cause I mentioned Dice. I didn't know how close they were together- if they were just aquaintences or best friends. By the look on her face I assumed it was the friends one. I'm not sure how to react, just in case I make her even more upset that I already have. I take one step closer to her and awkwardly place a hand on her shoulder.

"er...Lacey..you alright?" I ask cautiously.[/font][/blockquote]

[plantix]

"Since I was 7..probably before you could even count to 2.....and I steal cause I need too. Ma ain't exactly gonna get up and do work...Pa's dead so......" I listened to what she said. So it's one of those stories. One living parent and that one can't support the family, so the child has to work. In this case, we have to steal things rather then earn them... Yeah, we. There's more people who are like us; children that need to steal to live. I give a small grin to her, staring into the ground and give nod in approval to her.

She continues by moving on to a new subject"And I knew Dicentra...not personally...I saw him at school.....and in the Games....and I knew he stole- I noticed once or twice..but I never knew he had..." My smile turns into a slight frown as soon as Zilla said Dice's name. For a moment, I forgot him, but now memories rushed back so quickly. I remember all the pranks we used to pull on lots of people. I remembered being with Dice and watching the reactions of the people we tricked. I can never forget those times when he helped my family through the tough times. Oh, how I miss him dearly...

I feel Zilla's hand rest itself on my shoulder, and I'm about to recoil, but I refrain from doing it. "er...Lacey..you alright?" I give her a cocky smile. I usually hate it when anyone feels pity on me, but now, it's different. Zilla is different.

I'm suddenly struck by the fact that my family needs to eat something for tonight. Business is kind of slow for my parent's shop lately, and we don't have enough funds for even a loaf of bread. I need to steal some, but I'll get caught for sure if I do it alone. That's when I hatch the idea to ask for Zilla's help. I respond to her first question first "I'm... Perfectly fine... Hey Zilla, are you interested in helping me with a 'job'?" I casually pop the question to her. In the slums, or at least between Dice and me, when we say the word 'job' it's code for stealing. I look at her, hoping that she'll accept my offer.

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[ali]

Well, it's just a simple fact. When I want something, I don't want to pay for it.

Lacey goes to coil away from my touch- which isn't surprisin, I'm a stranger and all. Yet, instead she gives me a cocky smile which is a sign she's lightenin up to me. Her face hardens a sec, before she turns to me, still smilin' at me. Her smile grows as she asks me somethin.

"I'm... Perfectly fine... Hey Zilla, are you interested in helping me with a 'job'?"

The corner of my mouth twitches when she says the word Job . I love stealin'. I think its the feelin' I get when I take somethin' that ain't mine, that doesn't belong in my hands. Not that I do it cause I wanna, I have to. No stealin, means no food which means bad stuff. It's the way the world works, well atleast my world. I try to act casual and I lean against the wall looking either way down the alley way but a smile is still evident on my face.

"What...kinda Job?" I ask.

I prefer stealing food, much easier to steal. If I'm in one of the grocery type stores in town, its easy to steal food- just take it off the shelf and eat it. Of course, when I need to get some home to my sisters I need to be more careful but I manage. I wonder what job it could be, I wonder why she can't do it on her own. However, I am still willing to take up the offer.

(Sorry about the shortness, I have cruddy muse at the moment)