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Post by Grace Miller on Apr 18, 2012 21:27:01 GMT -5
A little girl walked the streets of Amarillo mainly by herself unless you counted the alert looking German Shepherd walking loyally in pace with her footsteps. She only looked ahead, a small smirk plastered carefully on her face. The shadow illuminated from the candles set out around the shops was frightfully small compared to those who roamed the town at night within gangs. The girl seemed to be unaware or uncaring of the fact however because she simply walked on, lightly and somewhat bouncy. The sight to any onlooker would have immediately been a mix between sorrow and pity for the little homeless girl and her dog, which the girl knew quite very well. This was the emotion that triggered her best money source and once again she felt thankful that she was still small. Craftily, her mischievous blue eyes searched the shop’s open windows; none of them really contained what she was craving at this moment. A low growl erupted from her stomach, embarrassingly reminding the girl what she had come for to steal.
It was too late to beg as no people with a lot of money particularly came out at his time of night, so she went to stealing as the other alternative to get life’s basic necessities.
Grace tried not to resort to stealing, but the thrill and pride she felt when she accomplished snagging something good was priceless. She figured she was a good person because she only stole what she needed most of the time. If someone had left something particularly lovely out in the open, they deserved to have it stolen. Taking this all to mind, Grace’s logic had her being karma’s sidekick as well, so she really didn’t think she was that bad of a character. She was probably Amarillo’s only eleven year old girl that walked around at night. It didn’t scare her even with the knowledge of gangs and other whatnots; she had Fox. To the eleven year old, Fox was immortal. He could kick anyone’s ass- or bite, and did pretty damn good job of keeping them away. No one really wanted to mess with a tiny girl and her huge dog that certainly wasn’t afraid to show his shiny white incisors. Despite the immortal logic was a bit immature, Grace spent a lot of time studying people. She had figured out what they fell for, were afraid of and pretty much what they did. Her observance was one of the main things that had managed to keep her heart beating.
The girl’s face held no emotion of a poor little girl that needed a hug at the moment due to the fact that there was no one around to see it. She loved this time of the night especially since she got to be herself, despite the whole danger problem. Grace’s instincts would tell her mainly what to do, and that pretty much was run. She had only been caught once in her entire lifetime- which was the first time she used a knife to cut a pretty little scar on his cheek. In any case, it had probably been one of the most terrifying nights of her life and Grace honestly never wanted to go through it again. She was prepared however now for anything bad to happen. A scent twirled and spiraled delicately into her nose, bringing Grace’s mind to one place, food. The scent led to a building with a shiny, attractive sign spelling out something that looked like ‘armadillos’. Grace hadn’t read a book in a long time, and her education had pretty much ended after the influenza that had taken her parents. Still, she could read some things, but often got various letters mixed up.
Wincing as she walked through the doorway, Grace sighed, she had been caught at this place once. The chef certainly recognized the girl as she slithered through, bringing his large body right up in front of her with a threatening frown. The four eleven girl slowly looked up, taking time to get her pitiful face on. ”I’m so hungry, mister… I haven’t had food or water for three days…” she said exaggerating on the voice to make it strained. The cook raised his eyebrows, then shook his head, causing a smirk to grow on Grace’s face. Thinking she had gotten her way, she proceeded to walk down into the restaurant but was restrained by the cook’s meaty hand. ”You can have some leftovers… OUTSIDE.” he said pointing to the back door. Realizing quickly that this was the best she would get, Grace decided to take it and slowly limped out the back door waiting. As promised, the cook brought her meal on a couple of plates, a half eaten chicken bone, a small pile of corn and half a piece of bread. The usual waste of the people that didn’t realize what they had.
Giving the cook an extremely sweet smile, Grace took the food and walked to the other side of the road, relaxing against the wall. Fox padded after her obediently, and eyed the food with a hungry rumble of his own. The girl gave Fox a sympathetic smile and grabbed the half eaten chicken leg. Like Grace’s pitiful effect on people, Fox’s effect mirrored, causing Grace to sigh and give him the whole thing. The dog took happily and chewed carefully, savoring it. Grace shook her head in the same manner of the cook, the dog was intelligent. Of course Fox has always been to Grace, but she never got tired of him showing her his smarts. In the small light that lit out of the store, Grace chomped on her corn bits as well as the bread, wincing at its dryness. Still it was food, and after losing everything she had, the girl knew how to appreciate things much more than before. Fox was just a stray, a bit like her when she found him and the dog seemed to share the same thankfulness as the girl with everything he got. The two made quite the pair and Grace found herself realizing that if she lost Fox, her life would surely be over.
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Muse: Amazin'
Notes: Will add some smexy graphics later. :)
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