Amora Jade
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Mos Eisley, Tatooine
The sounds of shoes hitting the dirt and chatter among the patrons filled the air in the old quarter. It wasn't a particularly crowded type of day but it was enough for the young thief to feel comfortable indulging in the many wares she figured were up for grabs. As usual her hood was kept up, half covering her eyes in an attempt to keep from being recognized. The last thing she wanted was for someone to see her grab something then know who she was.
Amora's gaze swept over the bodies that cluttered the area, looking for the opportunity to slip her hand into the unsuspecting pocket of one of them or use them as a distraction while trying to scoop something off an exposed stall. The thief shuffled through the people, trying not to look suspicious as she eyed the items some shop keepers had on display. The smell of some sort of meat being cooked not too far ahead made her mouth water; she wondered if food would be more worth obtaining than anything else, but knew it would be difficult for her to conceal if it were hot.
Instead of torturing herself by stopping near the chef's corner she pressed on in hope that something more interesting would be right around the corner. It was often that anything that was actually worth something would show up in those parts, especially considering its bad reputation and all. Every once in a while though, someone would brave the dangerous market with hopes of selling their expensive wares. How clueless outsiders were. They would hear the stories and rumors yet still take the chance.
Sure enough as she hoped it would be, her eyes caught the glimpse of a merchant showing off some rather fine looking clothes and a small collection of jewelry. A sly grin formed on her lips as she sized up the situation. There were a couple of brutes with weapons that seemed to be on guard around the wares, but they didn't look to be the most intelligent. Amora was willing to take the chance to slip one or more of the rings up her sleeve.
In an attempt to widen her peripherals beyond that of which she had at the moment the girl lifted the hood of her cloak just a bit and slipped her other hand under it and through her hair to sweep in back and away from her face. Experience from her hair causing her downfall by obstructing her vision reminded her to adjust.
She could feel her heart begin to pound a little harder in her chest, and her fingers began to tremble in excitement. Adrenaline began to surge through her veins as she neared her target. The thief was careful, counting her steps and reminding herself with each one to breathe and try not to seem suspicious. It was difficult for her to seem natural, the excitement of the steal overwhelmed her more times than not. She felt like a hunter experiencing the ecstasy of getting the kill.
In one single movement as swiftly as she could achieve the thief stepped nearer to her target, reached her long fingers out to touch the rings, and tried to grab onto as many as she could manage. It was unfortunate that her reach didn't seem to be long enough, she knew she couldn't grab onto anything because her fingertips barely touched the cool metal of the riches. Yet somehow as she clenched her fist and drew it back into her sleeve she could feel a single ring pressing against her palm.
Out of shock and confusion she stopped and pried open to fingers to reveal the beautiful piece of wonder that lied on her skin. Maybe she had a far enough reach after all. A satisfied grin spread across her face and a small laugh escaped her belly. She hadn't a clue how she managed to grab it, but she wasn't one to question something like that.
"You!"
Her heart stopped. Amora forgot to keep moving, she was caught. Don't turn around, just walk. You won't look guilty if you walk, she lied to herself. The thief knew what was about to happen but instead of turning to face the man who had obviously addressed her she started to walk into the crowd. Maybe he wouldn't feel like making a scene and she could just disappear into the mass of bodies.
Who was she kidding? Of course he was going to make a scene!
"Dirty thief! Get back here with that!" the man began stepped away from his spot to reach out in an attempt to grab the girl's cloak. His grubby fingers wrapped around the fabric and pulled her back towards him.
Amora clenched her teeth and turned to face him. In a panic she threw her foot out to come in contact with his.. more sensitive area. The brute let out a girlish whimper and let go of her cloak long enough for the thief to slip away, only this time she was running. With the ring clutched as firmly as she could manage in her hand she pushed off on her boots and shoved herself into the crowd. She knocked into more people than she missed, most of them didn't move in inch when she came into contact with them. Instead it sent her back a bit and made her change direction several times while trying to run. It slowed her down and she knew she'd be caught but she pressed on, refusing to look back.
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The sounds of shoes hitting the dirt and chatter among the patrons filled the air in the old quarter. It wasn't a particularly crowded type of day but it was enough for the young thief to feel comfortable indulging in the many wares she figured were up for grabs. As usual her hood was kept up, half covering her eyes in an attempt to keep from being recognized. The last thing she wanted was for someone to see her grab something then know who she was.
Amora's gaze swept over the bodies that cluttered the area, looking for the opportunity to slip her hand into the unsuspecting pocket of one of them or use them as a distraction while trying to scoop something off an exposed stall. The thief shuffled through the people, trying not to look suspicious as she eyed the items some shop keepers had on display. The smell of some sort of meat being cooked not too far ahead made her mouth water; she wondered if food would be more worth obtaining than anything else, but knew it would be difficult for her to conceal if it were hot.
Instead of torturing herself by stopping near the chef's corner she pressed on in hope that something more interesting would be right around the corner. It was often that anything that was actually worth something would show up in those parts, especially considering its bad reputation and all. Every once in a while though, someone would brave the dangerous market with hopes of selling their expensive wares. How clueless outsiders were. They would hear the stories and rumors yet still take the chance.
Sure enough as she hoped it would be, her eyes caught the glimpse of a merchant showing off some rather fine looking clothes and a small collection of jewelry. A sly grin formed on her lips as she sized up the situation. There were a couple of brutes with weapons that seemed to be on guard around the wares, but they didn't look to be the most intelligent. Amora was willing to take the chance to slip one or more of the rings up her sleeve.
In an attempt to widen her peripherals beyond that of which she had at the moment the girl lifted the hood of her cloak just a bit and slipped her other hand under it and through her hair to sweep in back and away from her face. Experience from her hair causing her downfall by obstructing her vision reminded her to adjust.
She could feel her heart begin to pound a little harder in her chest, and her fingers began to tremble in excitement. Adrenaline began to surge through her veins as she neared her target. The thief was careful, counting her steps and reminding herself with each one to breathe and try not to seem suspicious. It was difficult for her to seem natural, the excitement of the steal overwhelmed her more times than not. She felt like a hunter experiencing the ecstasy of getting the kill.
In one single movement as swiftly as she could achieve the thief stepped nearer to her target, reached her long fingers out to touch the rings, and tried to grab onto as many as she could manage. It was unfortunate that her reach didn't seem to be long enough, she knew she couldn't grab onto anything because her fingertips barely touched the cool metal of the riches. Yet somehow as she clenched her fist and drew it back into her sleeve she could feel a single ring pressing against her palm.
Out of shock and confusion she stopped and pried open to fingers to reveal the beautiful piece of wonder that lied on her skin. Maybe she had a far enough reach after all. A satisfied grin spread across her face and a small laugh escaped her belly. She hadn't a clue how she managed to grab it, but she wasn't one to question something like that.
"You!"
Her heart stopped. Amora forgot to keep moving, she was caught. Don't turn around, just walk. You won't look guilty if you walk, she lied to herself. The thief knew what was about to happen but instead of turning to face the man who had obviously addressed her she started to walk into the crowd. Maybe he wouldn't feel like making a scene and she could just disappear into the mass of bodies.
Who was she kidding? Of course he was going to make a scene!
"Dirty thief! Get back here with that!" the man began stepped away from his spot to reach out in an attempt to grab the girl's cloak. His grubby fingers wrapped around the fabric and pulled her back towards him.
Amora clenched her teeth and turned to face him. In a panic she threw her foot out to come in contact with his.. more sensitive area. The brute let out a girlish whimper and let go of her cloak long enough for the thief to slip away, only this time she was running. With the ring clutched as firmly as she could manage in her hand she pushed off on her boots and shoved herself into the crowd. She knocked into more people than she missed, most of them didn't move in inch when she came into contact with them. Instead it sent her back a bit and made her change direction several times while trying to run. It slowed her down and she knew she'd be caught but she pressed on, refusing to look back.
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