like taking candy from a baby [o] Jan 6, 2014 5:10:59 GMT
Post by Atratus on Jan 6, 2014 5:10:59 GMT
Adelaide Danica Sharp
Tonight had been a fantastic haul. The innocuous-looking brown leather bag she toted on her shoulder was filled with beautiful and expensive things. She had stole a gold necklace with a jade pendant, a ruby and silver ring, a sapphire and diamond ring with a gold band, two iPods, a real silverware set in a leather breifcase lined with red satin, and she was getting ready to hit the last house on the block. She could have taken more, much more, but she found if she didn't take too much from one house at a time it didn't cause much of a stir. Sometimes, in rich neighborhoods like these, nobody even noticed. People just assumed their children had lost their iPods or ditzy wives drunk on Merlot and good fortune had lost their rings under the bed. All the better for her, the less attention her fishing caused.
She walked down the street in her black jeans, black longsleeve sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, and black ballet slippers. The slippers were for silence. They were basically coverings of cloth on her feet to reduce the tapping of shoes on hard floors. Not that she had ever been caught before anyways. Passing a big white house with pillars on the front, her skin began to tingle in that familiar way when she sensed precious stones. Goodness, being a goblin made for some wonderful theivery. Approaching the house, the sensation grew stronger. The adrenaline set in for the forth time that night. Stealing really was a rush.
She took the long route, circling back behind the house until she found a window large enough she could fit through. She pulled out the special piece of bent metal used for unlocking windows from the outside, and did her work swiftly and silently. She stashed her bag in the bushes, something she always hated doing but she couldn't risk the extra weight and noise, and crawled through the window.
Nice digs, she thought. Big stone fireplace, crystal chandelier, rugs thick enough to sleep on. She moved silently through the house, not opening any drawers. In the living room she found a jeweled bracelet, probably taken off hurriedly after a wife's long day at work, and slipped it on. The rest of the first floor proved fruitless. She always hated climbing the stairs, the risk of squeaks was so high, but she did so without so much as a whisper from the mahogany steps.
In the bathroom she found a nearly full bottle of Vicodin pills. Score. She stashed them in her sweatshirt pocket. The jewelry box, thank god, was in the bathroom and not the bedroom. She got get another jeweled amulet, a pair of crystal earrings, and a fat sapphire ring. Her skin tingled all over in the most delightful way.
Deciding enough was enough, she made her way swiftly back down the stairs and out the window.