Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 6, 2015 16:17:46 GMT
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STEAL FROM THE RICH, PAY THE PRICE
[attr="class","next"] Archie through her jacket back at her and she could see the distain in his eyes. He didn’t know a thing about her, she reminded herself as she looked down at her returned possession. The furs felt soft in her hands but something was still tugging at her subconscious. Carelessly, she dumped the jacket onto the floor as she walked after him into the sitting room. Her eyes followed him as he headed for the window and she folded her arms, yet again.
He didn’t go — not yet. Sitting there, perched on her windowsill like some sort of nightingale, Helen found that she couldn’t stop watching him. She was tempted to go back and pick up the jacket and throw it to him, but she didn’t. She shouldn't care she reminded herself. This life was for her own personal enjoyment, not for the benefit of the paupers that lived in this city. She was here to make money, retain her money and live out her days as the richest bitch Wonderland had ever seen — well, save for the queen.
“I’ve already got yours, Archie,” She muttered, her eyes watching as his hands rested on the daggers on his belt. Silhouetted by the moonlight, Helen wondered how often he had robbed from the Savage household — how often he had robbed her, “But thanks for the offer.”
She would send for the Wonderland Protection Agency in the morning…
Or perhaps she wouldn’t. What was the point? He wouldn’t come back now that he knew she was a threat. If she had her way, she would never have to see him again. The door downstairs opened and Helen was suddenly distracted by her brothers’ return home. They would come check on her to make sure that everything was alright before they went to bed and for some reason, she didn’t want them to know that she had been attacked. “Make sure you lock up, sugar.” She said, her eyes settling on him for one last time. Archie. Her mind connected the name with the man that had managed to perplex her.
Helen closed the door behind her and ran down the stairs to say good evening to her brothers.
He didn’t go — not yet. Sitting there, perched on her windowsill like some sort of nightingale, Helen found that she couldn’t stop watching him. She was tempted to go back and pick up the jacket and throw it to him, but she didn’t. She shouldn't care she reminded herself. This life was for her own personal enjoyment, not for the benefit of the paupers that lived in this city. She was here to make money, retain her money and live out her days as the richest bitch Wonderland had ever seen — well, save for the queen.
“I’ve already got yours, Archie,” She muttered, her eyes watching as his hands rested on the daggers on his belt. Silhouetted by the moonlight, Helen wondered how often he had robbed from the Savage household — how often he had robbed her, “But thanks for the offer.”
She would send for the Wonderland Protection Agency in the morning…
Or perhaps she wouldn’t. What was the point? He wouldn’t come back now that he knew she was a threat. If she had her way, she would never have to see him again. The door downstairs opened and Helen was suddenly distracted by her brothers’ return home. They would come check on her to make sure that everything was alright before they went to bed and for some reason, she didn’t want them to know that she had been attacked. “Make sure you lock up, sugar.” She said, her eyes settling on him for one last time. Archie. Her mind connected the name with the man that had managed to perplex her.
Helen closed the door behind her and ran down the stairs to say good evening to her brothers.
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