Emerald sat upon a bench outside of the bank, her gloves lay beside her and she slowly reached out to touch a small pigeon. She knew from experience what would happened but for her there was something about watching the birds eyes change as it realized it was meeting it's doom. Her small pale hands connected with the birds wing and she quickly moved her hand up, grabbing the small creature by its neck. She squeezed a bit, blocking its vocals so he couldn't make a noise.

Slowly the light faded and Emerald watched as she slowly let go and the bird fell to the ground, drained of life. She let out a slow laugh, rich and warm but dangerous too. She picked the bird up and dropped it into her book bag with a few of her other items. "They all learn the same way, at the same pace." She cooed, stroking a feather and then plucking it out. She tucked the gray thing behind her ear and watched the doors of the bank.