Post by Yuki Tachibana on May 11, 2020 15:14:49 GMT -4
The afternoon train was packed shoulder-to-shoulder and that made what Yuki was about to do super-easy-- it was a test. Of test of their abilities. No one paid attention to a scruffy-looking nobody like them-- including those two middle-aged women loudly discussing a show they'd watched the night before.
One of them had her purse draped across her body, dangling into the aisle, and it was open. The contour of her pocket book jutting-out of it.
Business people filled the aisles, bodies turned politely away from the people who were seated and bent reverently towards their phones.
Their seat-neighbor was gazing wistfully out the window.
Perfect.
Yuki leaned forward, their gloved hand clasping the wallet, and then leaned back, dropping it into their own book-bag.
It was that easy.
A soft voice came-on over the intercom, announcing the teen's stop. They rose from their seat, murmuring a quiet, "Excuse me, please," before disembarking.
By the time they'd left the station, there was a brittle smile on their face, their eyes a shocking yellow-green and electric blue. H... holy crap! They'd done it! And so easily, too! Their hand clenched the strap of their school bag, their steps quick as they joined the flow of traffic on the street above-- how would they do this? Transform in a bathroom and buy stuff with the lady’s debit card? Withdraw some money at a bank?
The bathroom was probably too suspicious-- someone was bound to notice if a diminutive teen walked in, but an obese middle-aged woman walked out-- so an alley would probably be the best best.
Yuki was so wrapped-up in their excitement that they seemed blissfully unaware of the goings-on around them-- or whether anyone was following them. The teen dipped into an alleyway, digging into their bag to procure the pilfered wallet. What a thrill! The teen clutched the wallet in their hands, still seeming disbelieving, before excitedly removing the gloves that protected their hands.
An older, more experienced thief might think things through a little more thoroughly, but-- Yuki was thirteen. Thinking things through was not their strong suit.
One of them had her purse draped across her body, dangling into the aisle, and it was open. The contour of her pocket book jutting-out of it.
Business people filled the aisles, bodies turned politely away from the people who were seated and bent reverently towards their phones.
Their seat-neighbor was gazing wistfully out the window.
Perfect.
Yuki leaned forward, their gloved hand clasping the wallet, and then leaned back, dropping it into their own book-bag.
It was that easy.
A soft voice came-on over the intercom, announcing the teen's stop. They rose from their seat, murmuring a quiet, "Excuse me, please," before disembarking.
By the time they'd left the station, there was a brittle smile on their face, their eyes a shocking yellow-green and electric blue. H... holy crap! They'd done it! And so easily, too! Their hand clenched the strap of their school bag, their steps quick as they joined the flow of traffic on the street above-- how would they do this? Transform in a bathroom and buy stuff with the lady’s debit card? Withdraw some money at a bank?
The bathroom was probably too suspicious-- someone was bound to notice if a diminutive teen walked in, but an obese middle-aged woman walked out-- so an alley would probably be the best best.
Yuki was so wrapped-up in their excitement that they seemed blissfully unaware of the goings-on around them-- or whether anyone was following them. The teen dipped into an alleyway, digging into their bag to procure the pilfered wallet. What a thrill! The teen clutched the wallet in their hands, still seeming disbelieving, before excitedly removing the gloves that protected their hands.
An older, more experienced thief might think things through a little more thoroughly, but-- Yuki was thirteen. Thinking things through was not their strong suit.
