what a treat you are, my darling [Valour/Charley]

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[googlefont="Nanum Pen Script:400"]Charley Fiat

"Yeah, I'm headed out to go for a run. I'll be back later, okay, Dad?" Of course, I wasn't telling him the truth. Why would I decide to do that when I could do something so much more fun instead? In recent times, I'd picked up some fun new skills. A friend of mine showed me how to do this, but not until after she'd done it on me. She stole something from me, and I didn't realize it until I saw her wearing the necklace that she'd taken from me on the very next day. I was angry with her for stealing from me, yes, but I also demanded to know how she did it.

Needless to say, I picked up the skills of a thief quite quickly. Before she knew it, I'd stolen my necklace back from me, and started taking things from others without their noticing. It wasn't that I needed to steal things from people. No, my family had plenty of money and possessions, so there was really no need for what I was doing. I just did it because I found it fun, and I felt accomplished when I did it.

Today, I wanted a bit of a challenge for myself, though. I'd already stolen from the rich, the poor and the middle class. I'd stolen from careers, businessmen and average citizens. I'd stolen from the young, the old and those that were somewhere in between. Out of the thirty-seven people I'd stolen things from, however, I'd only been caught once, and the old man let me off the hook because I was kind enough to give back what I'd taken from him when he caught me.

The challenge I decided to give myself was to actually verbally interact with the person I was going to steal from, and take whatever it was that I wanted while they were too focused on the conversation to notice what I was doing. What I decided to do in addition to that was something that would increase the challenge even further. I'd try to steal from a career. That way, if they did catch me, I might have someone I could fight, too, if I got lucky enough to find someone that was up for doing that.

Finding my target was the fun part. Many people passed in and out of the career academy that day, and I greeted each one of them. Some gave me dirty looks, others cheerily responded with their own 'hello' and some even decided to just ignore me completely. When I finally found the right target, however, I knew it before I'd even spoken to her. She looked wealthy, and likely the same age as myself, give or take a year. Her blonde hair framed her face nicely, and I smiled when I saw her.

She was quite pretty, and I liked her sense of style. Maybe she had some money, jewelry or something else I could snag off of her. I waved to her as I saw her, and greeted her kindly.

"Hey, you're quite the pretty one, aren't you?" I said. I suppose that the greeting was a bit flirtatious, but I was just like that sometimes when I saw a pretty girl. It's so hard not to say something when what stands before you is so strikingly beautiful. I gave her a bright smile, showing her that I meant no harm- although that might not have been entirely true.

"Raise a glass to the end of it all
Who's to blame when it's everyone's fault?
And we celebrate our way through dangerous times
Strange days are comin' for us"

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lyrics: "Strange Days" by Three Days Grace
AlteredArcana

[AlteredArcana]

Valour Fairchild

“Hey, you’re quite the pretty one, aren’t you?” a voice called, though the message's intended recipient was unknown to you. You glanced up and around, bright blue eyes scanning your surroundings in an effort to locate the voice which made your cheeks burn so. Your eyes lighted upon a pretty woman about your age, staring directly at you with an air of confidence and nonchalance.

You accepted compliments with grace, but there was always that part of you that hated them. What do you do with them, you wondered? Do you thank the giver? Compliment them in return? Your cheeks reddened and you felt flustered for just a moment; the wind blowing your hair into your face didn’t help. You tried to cooly sweep it out of your field of view to no avail.

A girlish, coy giggle escaped your lips and you hoped it didn’t sound forced.

“Thank you, I try my best!” Your voice, bubbly and tinny and bright, found its way to the one who had made you feel so conflicted.

The mid-afternoon sun shone down upon District 1, as a wave of your fellow students hurried out of the Academy to return home for the evening. The air was warm, with nary a breeze to be felt; this only exacerbated the general feeling of stickiness.Beneath your silken blue frock, you felt your skin weep with sweat. The silk stuck to you in uncomfortable ways. You always hated changing into your nice clothes immediately after a hard day of kicking asss and taking names, but you’re a showy woman at heart and have a name to uphold. Speaking of names, you imagine you’d like to know this woman’s.

As you strode across the stone pathway in front of the Academy, your lips curled into their most winning smile and you gave an ever-so-slight curtsy. Your heavy necklace laden with sapphire hung supply from your neck.

“I’m Valour, Valour Fairchild,” you piped with assertion and dignity. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”