Hopping from her yellow cab Laundi walked along the hustling sidewalks, getting bumped and pushed around only to bump or push back harder. She was fed up with all the pushing and touching but had enough self control to not send the next cocky New Yorker through a shop window. Being newly accepted into a pack Laundi knew what she would be referred to as now, a 'city pet'. Name calling didn't hurt Laundi's feelings, she could care less what others thought of her or said about her. Being a perfect pick pocketer, Zira backing her up most of the time in the devious crime, she often enjoyed these streets aside from the bumping and pushing because that meant more wallets to be stolen.
As her combat boots made soft thumping sounds in the walk as she hustled she approached a man leaning against a tree with a green circle around its trunk. His hat titled over her head as he checked his watch, a large black coat hanging down below his waist, wallet sticking out from the pocket. Laundi pretended to look the other way while she walked into the man, grabbing his wallet and having it in her bag within seconds, the bag on the same side as she conveniently placed it there. A lying sorry and she was on her way and the man adjusted his coat collar and continued to read the Boring articles of The New York Times. Jogging Zira chuckled and spoke "Check it..see how much you got see what you can buy today." Not bothering to nod back or speak to Zira, to avoid being seen or heard by the others that were eyelash length away from her, Laundi spotted another victim. This one a woman and her small wallet in her tan coat with fuzzy Pom poms and loops and buttons. Laundi approaching in the same fashion she did the man she grabbed the small wallet, dropped it into her purse and said sorry, as the sweet mortal did too.
Turning the corner into an Alley, a few men in torn jackets and cut off gloves huddled around a barrel, fireless and they whistled at Laundi after each liquor swig. She rolled her eyes and opened the wallets to check how much money she had racked up. One hundred and seventy three dollars. A fairly large amount for only two wallets but a small amount for what Laundi usually got, racking up more than three hundred dollars in a single with many more wallets. Zira spoke "Now go buy yourself something pretty.." A small smirk formed on Laundi's pressed lips before she exited the alley and onto the walk and into the road, smacking the hood of a car with her hands, denting it accidentally and flipped them off, she jogged across and toward an unknown store with shirts hung on racks visible in the windows.
As her combat boots made soft thumping sounds in the walk as she hustled she approached a man leaning against a tree with a green circle around its trunk. His hat titled over her head as he checked his watch, a large black coat hanging down below his waist, wallet sticking out from the pocket. Laundi pretended to look the other way while she walked into the man, grabbing his wallet and having it in her bag within seconds, the bag on the same side as she conveniently placed it there. A lying sorry and she was on her way and the man adjusted his coat collar and continued to read the Boring articles of The New York Times. Jogging Zira chuckled and spoke "Check it..see how much you got see what you can buy today." Not bothering to nod back or speak to Zira, to avoid being seen or heard by the others that were eyelash length away from her, Laundi spotted another victim. This one a woman and her small wallet in her tan coat with fuzzy Pom poms and loops and buttons. Laundi approaching in the same fashion she did the man she grabbed the small wallet, dropped it into her purse and said sorry, as the sweet mortal did too.
Turning the corner into an Alley, a few men in torn jackets and cut off gloves huddled around a barrel, fireless and they whistled at Laundi after each liquor swig. She rolled her eyes and opened the wallets to check how much money she had racked up. One hundred and seventy three dollars. A fairly large amount for only two wallets but a small amount for what Laundi usually got, racking up more than three hundred dollars in a single with many more wallets. Zira spoke "Now go buy yourself something pretty.." A small smirk formed on Laundi's pressed lips before she exited the alley and onto the walk and into the road, smacking the hood of a car with her hands, denting it accidentally and flipped them off, she jogged across and toward an unknown store with shirts hung on racks visible in the windows.
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