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Post by Rebecca Jones on Nov 30, 2012 11:23:19 GMT -5
Rebecca was many things. Sweet, kind, caring, shy. Today, she could add a new word to her definition: thief. Make no mistake, she only stole because it was absolutely necessary. She knew it was bad. Sinful. But she had absolutely no other alternatives, no fall-back plan. It was this or starving to death. Because the catacombs was no longer an option. True, she had thought of returning, despite her life of hardship. Her body had grown accustomed to the work, sturdy and reliable, it no longer became as difficult as it was when she was a child. But the the thought of that dank, musty underground world caused her to discard that idea each time it resurfaced. So she took to stealing. With a limited education, no money or a chance of getting a job, and a growing body to feed, she stole from local stores.
Rebecca had already stolen clean clothes a week or so earlier, a thin white dress from a laundromat, that was less conspicuous than the rags she wore in the catacombs. Food also became a priority, and she developed a routine of stealing these necessities. She could never steal from the same place too often. Blind spots were key, as well as a tattered handbag she had found. Appearing innocent was rather easy to do with her girlish pure looks. Work that might have mangled a young body had somehow caused hers to flower. Walking into a small market, she smiled to herself, humming a soft song. She began browsing the aisles, now and then taking items off the shelf to inspect them. As she made her way to the produce area, she snatched up an apple. Without seeming suspiciosus, she looked around and slipped it into her bag, hoping no one had caught her. [/font][/size] |
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