Audrey Cascini
Audrey toured the streets rather slowly, glancing side to side at her surroundings. The wind blew a teasing gale that flipped her curled bangs in front of her face and readjusted them into place out of her face. She blended in quite easily with the heard of people flooding the sidewalks. Her target was a collector's shop she had seen down the main street not too long ago. It would be easy to snag something of value and make a profit some such a small store. She had done it probably hundreds of times, so much that it has became a little hobby of hers that was merely a game. Audrey had reached the street two roads away when something sparked her attention. "No honey, we don't give money to THEIR kind, " a stern motherly voice came from ahead as a middle aged woman seized a little girl's hand and took her away from the alley her daughter had been pulled out of. She rolled the corner and tilted her head a bit innocently to the side seeing a man in his late thirties in ragged clothing and grime stained dark skin.
"Bah, who needs 'em prissy stuck ups 'nyhow? White women like that just gunna spend it on the same thin' behind her hubby's back." Audrey watched the man scowl and finish what was left in the bottle he was holding before pitching it into the dumpster next to him and glaring at her the same way, "Wha'ya lookin' at?! You got that s'prised and happy mug like when a dog gets an treat from it's good for nothing owna. Well I ain't no treat for you lady so might as well keep struttin 'long" Audrey crosses her arms, still trying to decipher a bit of his thick accent and shakes her head, "You don't know that. I make friends with all sort of friends. An old geezer like you would be surprised to how much I'm not a perfect doll like people think I am." The man stares up at her, "A white woman trouble maker eh? S'pose it's a good cover up. Though i've neva seen one without a stick shoved up there-" "Can you stop with the white woman thing?" Audrey rolled her eyes, "What do you need the money for anyhow?" "See 'ere?" He pointed a grubby finger towards a pub across the way, "That 'ere has the best ale you'd eva tasted girly. All I was askin' for was a small donation to get me some. Not too hard eh?"
The girl smiled, "Really? I bet I could get my hands on some for you." He perked up, "Nah. Couldn't trouble a lass like you to." "Well, alright then. Here, you can go yourself then." She reached in her purse and pulled out a twenty, "I have to go now anyways." His eyes sparkled looking at the bill and stared at it, thinking it was a bluff at first. He blinked a few times to reassure himself and winced up gratefully, "Oh, thanks girly. Maybe next time eh? But why did you charity me so easily?" Audrey nodded and smiled a bit genuinely, "Yea... I would like that. And because, you're one of the only people probably all in Detroit that I've seen that won't lie for personal gain. I admire that, especially around here. Not even I can be so truthful." The girl stood up and smirked a bit, "By the way, my name is Audrey, not girly." She chuckles a bit lightly before leaving his side slowly to continue walking. Her smile only grew as she heard the stranger yell gratefully to the sky behind her.
It was nearly noon by the time she reached the same street as her target was at. She fixed her hair once she saw the store sign in sight and clasped her palms together lightly as she opened the glass door to the small pawn shop. The sole store keeper watched her come in and spouted the generic greeting he most likely said to everyone, "Welcome to Jerry's Pawn Shop. Looking for anything in particular today?" Audrey smiled politely and shrugged her shoulders, "How about you show me around a bit. I'm sure I'll find something I like." The man nods a bit, "Sure thing," he sets the bills down he was sorting in his register back in and right when he's about to close it, he hears a loud crash and flinches ducking, "What was that?" Audrey winced and look out the window to sure enough, see a figure running down the street from the broken window. "It was across the street. Looks like another burglar struck that jeweler's shop across they way." The shop owner frowns, "Stay here. I'm going to go get a better look and try to help stop him." She watches the man rush out with the crowd and smirks lightly murmuring, "So many people always want to be the hero." The girl looks back at the register seeing it was clumsily still open and mischievously but calmly slithered over to it, picking out a good amount of bills she thought would go unnoticed and slide them into her pocket, closing the register drawer. She goes over to the jewelry section and picks up anything that looks like interest to her, stashing it away in her purse.
Before she could leave, something else caught her eye by the window. It was a small silver pocket watch with a detailed engraving of a dragon on the ground. Audrey's eyes sparked with interest as she picked it up and flipped it around, seeing the back had a center to look like a snake eye. She brought it closer to her about to stash it away and jumped a bit hearing a voice behind her, "Found that old thing huh?" She blinked and blushed nervously seeing the shop owner behind her as he laughed, "Didn't mean to scare ya." She looked down and smiled, "It's alright. How much for this anyways?" She followed the trail the man pointed to and stared at the price tag in disbelief, "O-oh. Fifty? Don't you think you could lower the price for a bit?" He shrugged, "Forty-five? I can't go much lower lass I'm sorry." Audrey tilted her head and nodded, "Well alright... I'll take it." She left the store with the watch, still observing in its beauty and sighed, "Well, there goes all of my money. Only think I have five dollars left..."
((True story of me and shiny things. Sorry its kinda long x.x))
