Pick a pocket or two {Open}

[ali]

The morning slowly dawns and I yet again, I have failed to get a moments sleep. The hunger pains have grown so bad that I cried last night. I think I heard Neola crying too last night. Shes only 3- and it hurts to hear her crying because she is starving. We are all starving. I had had a tough time stealin' stuff. The Peacekeepers had been more alert recently. I didn't know why or anythin- maybe its cause one of us got caught. I hadn't seen Lacey in a while and I wonder if she was the one who was taken. It'd be shame if she were. She was a nice kid. Good at theiving. I look across at my sister and 4 brothers and sigh heavily. If I don't get them food soon then- well. They'll die. Slowly I climb out of bed and get dressed. If I can catch the morning rush- maybe I can steal some money and buy some food with that. Maybe a load of bread or some vegatables.

Sneaking past my ma's room- I walk downstairs and out the door. There is still a heavy fog, lying over District 6 and the people moving about the street going to work are merely shadows in it. Their bodies moving like ghosts through the mist. I run down the steps of my house and walk into the swarm of people. All are workers- going to work. Others are older school children who are going off to college. I do have school but not until 9- and its about 6 o'clock at the moment. My stomach growls painfully again- and I know I need to get the money. I weave in and out of the people looking for my victum- looking for someones pocket to pick from in hopes I will find money that will buy me and my family enough food to last a week or so- or atleast until I can go out and steal again without raising suspision. I look round- for someone who looks like they'd carry a large sum of money on them.

I see someone- and I go for them, not quickly- casually. I walk up beside them- and slide my hand into their coat pocket but find nothing. I slowly draw my hand out and drop back a bit looking for someone else. I gaze around- and see someone else. I slowly walk up beside them and dig my hand swiftly into their pocket. This time my luck prevails and I find a few loose bank notes and a couple of coins; but it isn't enough to feed my family. So- I look for someone else as the person I just stole from carries on walking without notice. I see someone else and I again- walk beside them before I put my hand into their pocket. I feel something- a purse or wallet of some sort. I slowly, draw it from them- stopping to look at it; all the while hoping that the owner of the wallet didn't notice me.

[roseylili]

Elene woke up at the crack of dawn. She yawned briefly, resting for a few minutes more in her warm bed before stretching and waking. She pulled on a pair of tight pants. They weren't quite jeans, but they were similar to, if more comfortable than, skinny jeans. Instead if being blue, they were a black that contrasted her complexion, yet matched her hair. She wore a simple light blue long sleeved shirt and threw on a dark blue, but thin, jacket on top. She combed her long, wavy black hair and pulled it into a quick ponytail before brushing her teeth and showering.
After about ten minutes, she finished and glided to the combined kitchen and dining room. Checking the fridge, she found the leftovers of Sunday's pancakes, taking out half of a pancake and briefly applying butter to it. She slowly ate it, finishing as the sun began to rise. Her parents woke up soon after and prepared their own breakfasts. "We need help at the lab today after you go to school," her mother mentioned before leaving the house to go to the lab. Elene nodded before her dad left as well.
She took her book bag with her, intent on arriving at the library as she exited the house, intent brown eyes briefly scanning the streets for any of the bullies. Morning was her favorite time of day. Most of the kids who hurt her physically or taunted her were still sleeping in. Still, wary brown eyes searched the streets for anyone she recognized as she headed for the library. She caught a glimpse of a kid pickpocketing, a hand slipping into a pocket. She paid it no attention, though. She didn't care about the others. Likely, they were the parents of one of those kids, who had never noticed. She skirted around, since she didn't want to be accused of not saying anything, but she had nothing of value to be stolen, unless they liked books. She would have two hours at the library before heading to school.
OOC: Is your character male or female? I didn't specify, since I wasn't sure. Also, how old is he/ she?