Some say you're trouble, boy, just because you like to destroy

[shadedsunlight]

Characters: Ginia Solana and YOU
Open? Yes!
Where: All around Schwanheim
When: Day 17th, afternoon
What: Ginia goes on a stealing spree
Warnings: Possible violence and language?


Ginia was on a mission, if a mission could be considered the utterly selfish act of robbing Schwanheim blind. At the start, things were almost utilitarian; she only stole useful things or things that could be given away to others less fortunate. A bit of honorable Robin Hooding. Now? Deep in the clutches of the necklace, angry at her friends for trying to stop her, and needing to feed that increasingly difficult fix?

Oh, it was on.

Like many people looking to feed a fix, caution was abandoned. While she still kept to the shadows, stealthed around when she could, shadow jumped as necessary, she was striking in the day now. It was the same as always; get into a house or lift an item from a stall, get away, drop off the item somewhere safe, hit the next target. But now she needed more expensive things, more rare things, shinier things.

And woe be to anyone who dared get in her way or tried to stop her.

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[shadedsunlight]

Ginia draws back when the owner comes out, keeping absolutely still as the two begin to talk. She listens to them, feeling a slight chill and a burst of pride as they talk about the recent strong of robberies. It's all become a bit of a blur to her, the different thefts and she can't remember which princess she robbed. Oh, wait, no, there had been a pretty tiara she'd passed on to a girl in the poorer part of town.

She comes into conflict as she looks at the bag and absolutely perfect opportunity to clear out the contents and make her getaway. But the more she listens to the conversation, the more she remembers her own conversation with Giles and her own set of rules. "You're better than that. What this place says we are d-doesn't mean anything, n-not to that degree. Not like this."

She was better, wasn't she? Hadn't she been better? Even if she had stolen items in the past, it was the kind of act that usually took down criminals. Robbing civilians, her fellow heroes, that wasn't her doing.

Her hand comes up to her chest, the stone charm from the peddler hidden under her tunic just under the palm of her hand. Her hand closes around it. She wants to steal. She needs to steal. She's a rogue, she's only living up to her role, maybe giving everyone a lesson in watching out for their belongings.

The mirror, the scissors, they're useful things. Ginia eyes the bag a little longer before reaching for one of the wrapped pastries instead. If she has to steal something, might as well be something delicious. However, grabbing an item doesn't not make it invisible. She creeps in a little longer, carefully shifting the pastry out of the bag and to the ground. An innocent act, it simply fell out of the bag that's all.

[tatra]

A young passerby did notice the pastry that had fallen out of the pretty red-haired lady's bag, but his mother hurried him along before he could say anything. It wasn't polite to interrupt people's conversation, after all.

Meanwhile, Tatra and the pastry shop owner found themselves musing about what might cause a person to steal from an innocent princess. The owner mentioned that times were indeed hard, as they always were and always would be according to at least one poor soul. If you had to steal to live, perhaps it wasn't so bad. But they should really buck up and get a job like the rest of the responsible people of Schwanheim. Tatra considered that maybe it wasn't that easy, that there were plenty of reasons why the poor had trouble getting out of poverty.

The owner shook his head and told her she was too kind, and she was likely to be disappointed by reality. She simply smiled and told him that it was quite alright, but she did hope they found the thief soon. Whatever the reason for the mysterious thief's actions, stealing was stealing and some people couldn't afford to lose precious treasures, after all.

[shadedsunlight]

Stealing is a crime and Ginia knows she's no better than a common crook. Ginia draws the pastry close enough to hide it under the edge of her cloak, then bring it up and tuck it into a pocket.

Before she leaves, she fishes into one of her bags and pulls out a handful of gold coins, carefully sneaking them back into the bag. It's far more than the pasty was worth, but it's payment for that and the gold coins for Tatra's thoughts.

Pastry tucked away, Ginia makes her stealthy and silent departure from the scene.