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[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*Walking to her hotel room alone.*

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[bloodbetrayal.livejournal.com]

*has been going room to room stealing things*

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*Doesn't pay any attention to the kid. She doesn't know how they work so whatever it is he's doing doesn't really catch her eye.*

[bloodbetrayal.livejournal.com]

*crouches down to count out his stolen cash and study the stolen bits and pieces of jewellery. Also a rather nice knife he'd found in a room which he tucks into the back of his pants*

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*It isn't until she sees the knife that she gets suspicious. She tends to pay attention to items of the sharp and pointy variety. The jewelry just makes her sigh, and memories of growing up in Southie run through her head. Kid is a thief, and obviously not a smart one.* Yo, kid, word of advice? If you're lookin' to make a clean get away, you might not wanna go through your stash at the scene of the crime. Little phrase involvin' red hands comes to mind.

[bloodbetrayal.livejournal.com]

*He looked over, annoyed that she'd not sent off some sort of alarm in his head. His father would be angry when he found out*

Not many would follow where I'm running too.

*He didn't know the phrase about being caught red handed but images of killing demons came to mind. Some had red blood. But he wasn't going to ask her what it meant. He quickly discarded from the wallets the paper money, before putting the jewellery into the wallets. The Metal, plastic and Leather he'd keep*

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

Take enough of their stuff and you'd be surprised. *Her face reflected her confusion when he ditched the cash. Weird kid, but not her problem.*

[bloodbetrayal.livejournal.com]

*He looked at her* Unless Father's wrong, most wouldn't have a clue how to follow me.

*He notes her expression at his actions* Do you want it? It burns up too quickly, need stuff that burns slower......

*he pulled out the knife* This was the best find. *He scowled sniffing the air* Its coming......

[aplayfulpup.livejournal.com]

[happens to be passing through on his bike, slows to a stop and slides his helmet off]

Looks like you could use a ride.

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*Her room isn't that far. Another block, tops, but she can't deny the bike is nice.* I wouldn't say no.

[aplayfulpup.livejournal.com]

[grins and holds out a hand to help her on]

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*She takes the hand and slides on behind him, glad she chose the leather pants over the jeans for her little excursion out tonight.* You know where the North Street hotel is?

[aplayfulpup.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. [he looks over his shoulder at her]

How 'bout we take the long way 'round?

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*Faith smirked.* What's the long way involve?

[bloodbetrayal.livejournal.com]

*has been going room to room stealing things*

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*Doesn't pay any attention to the kid. She doesn't know how they work so whatever it is he's doing doesn't really catch her eye.*

[bloodbetrayal.livejournal.com]

*crouches down to count out his stolen cash and study the stolen bits and pieces of jewellery. Also a rather nice knife he'd found in a room which he tucks into the back of his pants*

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*It isn't until she sees the knife that she gets suspicious. She tends to pay attention to items of the sharp and pointy variety. The jewelry just makes her sigh, and memories of growing up in Southie run through her head. Kid is a thief, and obviously not a smart one.* Yo, kid, word of advice? If you're lookin' to make a clean get away, you might not wanna go through your stash at the scene of the crime. Little phrase involvin' red hands comes to mind.

[bloodbetrayal.livejournal.com]

*He looked over, annoyed that she'd not sent off some sort of alarm in his head. His father would be angry when he found out*

Not many would follow where I'm running too.

*He didn't know the phrase about being caught red handed but images of killing demons came to mind. Some had red blood. But he wasn't going to ask her what it meant. He quickly discarded from the wallets the paper money, before putting the jewellery into the wallets. The Metal, plastic and Leather he'd keep*

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

Take enough of their stuff and you'd be surprised. *Her face reflected her confusion when he ditched the cash. Weird kid, but not her problem.*

[aplayfulpup.livejournal.com]

[happens to be passing through on his bike, slows to a stop and slides his helmet off]

Looks like you could use a ride.

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*Her room isn't that far. Another block, tops, but she can't deny the bike is nice.* I wouldn't say no.

[aplayfulpup.livejournal.com]

[grins and holds out a hand to help her on]

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*She takes the hand and slides on behind him, glad she chose the leather pants over the jeans for her little excursion out tonight.* You know where the North Street hotel is?

[aplayfulpup.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. [he looks over his shoulder at her]

How 'bout we take the long way 'round?

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*Faith smirked.* What's the long way involve?