Post by AURIHNA RAJCHEL VIERIA on Sept 15, 2009 22:53:42 GMT -5
rihna *
she feeds addiction, he takes her with a smile.
From the moment she woke up Aurihna knew what she was doing that day, something she did on absolutely randomly chosen days, yet always having a sort of set routine to them. Getting income, of course, income for several different things she wouldn't really care to mention for anyone. After laying around the whole day, doing basically nothing so she could actually be awake later, she was finally starting to get up and ready for that nights events. After a long shower she pulled her hair up in a messy bun, putting a black bandana around the line of her hair. Pulling on a black tanktop, she slipped another black article of clothing over it, a huge baggy from an ex of hers that was oh so very convenient for her to wear that night. Lastly, she slid the dark skinny jeans up her slender legs and over her hips, buttoning them while sliding the overly large nike sneakers on her feet. She never left when doing something like this without them, seeing them as a lucky charm of some sort. On her way out the door to her room she slung the black - noticing a theme? - backpack over one shoulder and grabbed the black beanie off one of her bedposts. Down the stair railing she slid, landing with a nearly silent thud at the bottom and walking noiselessly across the living room where her father lay passed out on the couch and out the front door.
The slightly crisp air barely effected her as she gently shut the door, her eyes aiming up towards the sky rather than anything else. The stars were actually out, the night cloudless compared to some. With a faint smile she headed down the street, still silent as a cat creeping after it's pray, not leaving really any traces behind as she headed off to what she viewed as her job. What exactly was the seventeen-year-old doing? About to go rob some houses, pawn off the goods afterwards, and spend the remaining money on whatever she pleased. Unlike most teens, she wasn't at all scared, not because she thought of herself as the perfect criminal, unable to get caught, she simply just didn't care; spending the night in jail to get bailed the next morning wasn't much of a threat to her, that or the several court dates and chargers if she actually ended up getting persecuted. She's been doing this regularly since her brothers death, growing completely reckless at that point and doing as she pleased. The easiest way to get money while doing something she actually enjoyed? Stealing.
Which was exactly what she did for about two hours, going house to house around town breaking in silently to nearly all of them to steal one or two things and not leave behind a trace of her being there at all. Finally, at the last house she couldn't find a way in easily, so went with the hard way - that being the last house and all - and used her elbow to bash a window in. After getting in smoothly, rummaging around in some cabinets, drawers, and a few lower level rooms she heard rustling up one floor and made her escape. Just nicking her palm on the windowsill she cursed, scooping up the backpack and darting from the yard just in time to see the light turn on in the room she'd just left. That was close, too close, she needed to be either more careful, or a whole lot faster. Scowling, lips pursed, she made her way across that yard, the road, and into the field of the high school across the street. She'd heard some rumors here and there that kids hung out here at night, but honestly, she didn't see a point in that. What could you do? Smoke a joint or two and lay there? Fun, except not really. Slinging the backpack higher up on her shoulder she made her way slowly across the damp grass, eyes lowered down to the gash on her hand, a lot deeper than she'd thought.
"What the fuck." Rihna snapped, clenching her hand slightly and watching the blood rise even more in the wound, some beading over and dripping down the side of her palm. She couldn't even feel the pain, her adrenaline coursing to the point it was blocking it out and causing a numbness in her body. Frowning, taking a once over of the field she dropped the bag down to the grass, lifting her good hand and pulling the hat and bandana off her head, and then the hair tie right after. Shaking her hair out, it falling wavy at her shoulders, she dropped down to the ground next to her bag, slipping the sweatshirt off shortly after. Ignoring the dull prick in her palm every now and then she zipped open the bag of stolen goods and began to sort through it. First, she dumped it all out before her, and slowly made a checklist in her mind of each item. It wasn't until she was halfway done that a noise startled her, causing her to immediately pause what she was doing and snap her head up, eyes darting around the seemingly vacant field. "Who the hell.." She mumbled, tensing up without even noticing. If it was the cops she was close to screwed, but if it was some jackass fucking with her... she may have to punch someone. She already wasn't in the mood.
