Hiding in plain view (open)

Kiara Hide

Kiara slipped into the alley unnoticed. Making sure she was alone, she delved into the pie she had just stolen. How did it come to this? she thought. How did I go from being wealthy, to being a thieving street rat? Of course, she knew the answer. It was her own fault. She was the one who chose to kill her father, and as a result, was thrown in prison for five long years in total darkness, without the slightest amount of light to create shadows. She traveled at night and slept during the day. She didn't know when she would be able to stand in the sunlight without wincing. But evenings in the capital were even busier than the day, so she was never disappointed with her spoils.

"Hey, you! What are you doing here?" Kiara turned and looked at the soldier standing at the opening of the alley. He looked at the pie in her hands, recalling that a pie shop had been robbed not ten minutes earlier. He ran into the alley, but stopped short as a javelin that Kiara had created through her dark bending protruded from his chest. He fell to the ground, blood pooling around him. "Just because i'm eating doesn't mean i'm vulnerable," she said to the dead man. He was short, and young for a soldier. Kiara finished her pie, then stole the man's uniform. It was a little big, but not noticeably so. She walked out into the street as she pulled the helmet onto her head, grateful that her hair was short.

She wore her clothes underneath the uniform, having some difficulty trying to get her cloak to fit comfortably. She had finally managed to get it into a position where it actually made the uniform fit better than it would have otherwise. She wandered through the city, pick pocketing people, making a living for a poor little orphan living on the streets. Correction, a devious orphan living on the streets. She felt no guilt for robbery. In fact, she found joy from it. She grinned every time she successfully stole a wallet or watch from an unknowing passerby. In the uniform, nobody suspected her. Nobody could even tell she was a girl. She was hiding in plain view.[/i]

Gypsy danced through the streets. Her red and gold tambourine rang through the night. She was collecting money, but it was just small change. She wanted big money. Something that could get her some good food and perhaps a place to crash for the night. She smiled thinking of the warm place.

Gypsy danced away looking for a victim to steal from. She looked and looked until she found a soldier who was walking. Soliders were always easy, and they always carried a bit of money.

Gypsy danced and she slowly made her way to the solider. She strumed her fingers over her tambourine. Her eyes focused on her target. As she danced into the solider, it was a bit harder than she expected, and to her dismay, there was no money.

Kiara looked toward a commotion to her left. A scantily dressed woman was dancing in the streets, trying to gain money from passerby. She bumped into a soldier, and in that moment, Kiara recognized a quick pick pocketing technique, but she came up with nothing. Kiara snickered. You just need to know who to steal from, she thought. She noticed that the soldier the woman had tried to woo and rob was wearing old fashioned armor, likely a hand-me-down from his father. Kiara made eye contact with the woman, noting that only her eyes were visible through the visor. She shot her a look that said, watch and learn, and she approached a man in a new uniform with badges on his chest. She simply brushed past him, sliding his wallet out of his pocket on the way.

"And what do you think you're doing?" the soldier asked. Kiara quickly turned around. "You there. You aren't supposed to be in this part of the city. The falcon division is guarding the southern gate at this hour." Kiara clenched her teeth as she discreetly slid the wallet into her pocket. She relaxed as she thought up a plan that wouldn't involve speaking. She stumbled and nearly fell a few times. She picked an empty flask up off of the ground as she passed, showing it to the soldier, and stumbling again. "Alright, alright, I get the message, you sorry little drunk. Drop the flask and get back to the south." Kiara threw the bottle onto the ground and stumbled in the opposite direction, passing the gypsy as she went, holding up the wallet.

there was a small laugh," such rookies... "as a figure wearing all white slowly descended on the ground holding a large gem in his hands. He was the infamous "Joker" who stole dozens of gems in the most secured places, no one was able to catch him. he raised the gem into the moon light, "nope...not the one i was looking for," he said placing the gem in his pocket.