[center][color=black][h2]Angel[/h2][/color]

The sound of muffled talking made Angel glance toward the window. It was not in the immediate range but it was definitely close. She curiously hopped off the counter, taking her gun out. She made her way out of the house and toward the sound. She leaned herself up against a wall, pulling her hair into a tight ponytail. 

There was a boy pointing a gun at some people who seemed to have stolen something important to him. That's what Angel was getting from the conversation, that is. For some reason, the whole situation tug at her heart strings. People really were shit.

She watched the two run away with a smirk and moved forward a bit, aware of her heart thudding in her ear as she watched the dark-haired boy move back into a building. Did he live there? She leaned forward, moving her head over the corner of the wall, and suddenly fell flat on her face. Angel groaned and scrambled to her feet with wide eyes. She retreated back to the wall and clutched her gun, moving away. He had definitely seen her. She was such a spazz. [/center]


[center][color=orange][h2]Roman[/h2][/color]

Roman found himself looming in the dark of the room. He hadn't even told Alaia he'd be here and she had yet to notice him. Apparently, her name was Rue and she had been stealing for three months on her own. The girl's health did not seem to be in tip-top shape but it was clear she was definitely profiting off them well. For some reason, he wanted to talk to her. There was something about her that drew him in and made him not think clearly that he could not quite put his finger on. He'd never admit that though. He had created his reputation and knew he needed to uphold it. Roman folded his arms, watching the situation with a neutral demeanor in case they had noticed him. 
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