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[center][h1][color=B37097]Pandora Quill[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Wichita, Kansas - Streets
Skills: N/A[/I][/center]
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Satisfied form her small hustle, Pandora let her guard down. Rookie move too and she would slap herself later for doing so. Because as she made her way down the street, she felt a push from someone. The streets were not crowded so there was no reason for someone to accidentally bump into her. She knew a grab when she saw it and whoever it was had managed to snag her purse. She spun around instantly to catch them running down an alley. [color=B37097]"Oh you messed with the wrong bitch, princess."[/color] She gave chase, unaware of anyone else who may have seen.

She ran down the alley, rounding the corner to see her prey having nowhere to go. Locked doors and a chainlink fence. They could climb, sure, but she would be on them instantly. [color=B37097]"Look, credit where it's due, that was a nice grab. Respect there. And I'm riding a high from my own job so you caught me in a good mood. Hand it back over and I'll forget it happened. Unless you'd rather see my claws, kitty."[/color] She would throw down if need be. In her line of work, there was always an element of danger. You never knew if you'd have to fight your way out of a situation.