[center][h3][color=orange]Clara Cabello[/color] and [color=f49ac2]Alejandra Jonas[/color][/h3][/center]

[center]September 7th[/center]

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	Crime doesn't pay.

	[color=orange]"You know,"[/color] Clara postulated, counting a stack of bills between her fingers,[color=orange]"I think some gangster a long time ago came up with that. That way it would scare kids so they wouldn't become gangster too, you know?"[/color]

	AJ nodded, transferring stolen data onto her computer. [color=f49ac2]"Sure, I can see that. Like how the vikings named the icey land Greenland, and the green land Iceland."[/color]

	Clara smiled. [color=orange]"You know, I wish more countries were named like that. Like...Russia could be Hotland. England could be Dryland. Nevada could be Wetland, and Hawaii could be Bigland."[/color]

	[color=f49ac2]"Nevada and Hawaii are states, not countries."[/color]

	[color=orange]"Well, hey, sorry I don't know the weather of all countries in the world, AJ."[/color]

	[color=f49ac2]"It's spelt W-E-A-T-H-E-R, not W-H-E-T-H-ER, Clara."[/color]

	[color=orange]"Well- you-, what?"[/color] Clara shoved AJ back onto her sleeping bag and the younger girl giggled. [color=orange]"Smartass. That shit doesn't even make any sense."[/color] She shook her head, placing the catch in a purse. [color=orange]"That's 200 right there. A damn good haul, damn good haul. I knew all I needed to do was be a bit more, I dunno, risky. We got the talent, if we just push ourselves. Don't forget that, AJ."[/color]

	AJ nodded, rolling her eyes.[color=f49ac2] "Thank you, sensei." [/color]

	Clara shrugged, [color=orange]"I'm just sayin'! You dump on yourself too much."[/color]

	[color=f49ac2]"Okay, sure. But, speaking of pushing ourselves, how did things go? You kind of brushed off my question when I asked earlier."
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	[color=orange]"Hey, sorry, but that's because nothin' happened."[/color]

	[color=f49ac2]"Nothin', huh?"[/color] AJ asked flatly, propping her self up on her right elbow.

	[color=orange]"Yeah."[/color]

	[color=f49ac2]"..."[/color]

	[color=orange]"..."[/color]

	[color=orange]"Well-"[/color]

	[color=f49ac2]"Here it comes."[/color]

	Clara threw up her arms and fruitlessly shoved AJ's knee, laughing. [color=orange]"Don't be like that! It's just...hard to explain."[/color]

	AJ sat up, furrowing her brow.[color=f49ac2] "Okay, well...Try."[/color]

	[i]Earlier that day. [/i]

	Clara Cabello was on a roll. Perhaps it was because any shred of worry or doubt she normally had when pick pocketing had been replaced. Whether it be by fear, confidence, or perhaps stupidity, Clara was aggressively picking pockets and swiping cash. A sizeable expertly folded wad of cash was growing in her back pockets. The excitement was palpable. But she had to contain herself, otherwise she would look suspicious. Peoples eyes were drawn to grinning idiots, right?

	But as a handsome rich business man made his way down the street, his phone just pratically HANGING out of his back pocket, Clara couldn't resist. She grinned and dexterously swiped his phone and stowed it away.

	Atleast, she tried too. What happened instead was what was currently stumbling future Clara's words. Her finger stuck to the guys ass, to put it crudely. A more accurate statement would be to say that yeah, her spider powers were activating, and this was just an embarassing and potentially dangerous coincidence. But Clara didn't know that. From her perspective, her fingers stuck to the bottom of his rich guys pants.

	Clara tried walking away and the man stopped in his tracks. The two of them halted their momentum, and both turned around in surprise to look at the other. Clara looked with wide-eyed shock, and the man turned with righteous indignation. Gasping, he slapped her across the face, causing her sunglasses to fall off onto the concrete. Her mouth a small "o", Clara brought her fingers to her stinging cheecks. The man was flabber gasted that the woman assaulting him had yet to remove her fingers from his back. He tried to turn around but couldn't, somehow this woman was strong enough to prevent him from turning.

	"Get off of me! What are you doing!?"

	[color=orange]"I'm...I'm grabbin' your ass, dude."[/color] She said numbly, explaining the situation outloud to both herself and the stranger. At this point, several people stopped to look. How did this happen? Wasn't she supposed to be good at this? The man coughed in confusion, choking on his own words. 
	
	"Let go!" He palmed her face and started to push, but nothing happened.

	[color=orange]"Uh...no."[/color] She mumbled into his palm, trying to let go. Her fingers were not caught on his belt loop. She wasn't grabbing him. The very tips of her fingers were pulling the fabric of the pants toward her. Okay. Time to get violent. Something was wrong. She raised her foot and planted against his leg, pushing as hard as she could. Too hard. Harder than she could have imagined she could ever push in her life. Fortunately, the fabric gave way before the man's leg did, and her fingers had three different patches of pants on each one. Clara and the man went flying backwards several feet.

	"What the fuck!?" He cried out, scrambling away and clutching the back of his now bruised head.

	[color=orange]"Hey, sorry,"[/color] She managed to shout out, dashing into a nearby alleyway. Her elbows were a little scraped. Like she had touched some wet bread in the sink, she frantically wiped away her fingers tips in an attempt to remove the fabric form her fingers. She succeeded after a bit and sprinted away, eventually assured she lost the trail. Breathing heavily, her cheeks red with embarassment, (so much for not having shame), she pressed her back against an alley wall and burst into genuine laughter. What the hell was that? Curious, she tried to glance down at her hands. Only to find that she couldn't remove them from the alley wall.

	[color=orange]"Aw, sick, dude. Nice."[/color] She articulated her internal feelings outwardly as she tried to push away. Okay, okay. What was going on? This is just too weird. First the guys pants, now this wall. Was eveything she touched super sticky now? She sagged against the wall, exasperated. After a moment of this, her hands came free. Prancing away from the wall as if she had suddenly discovered a roach on the wall, she wiped her hands off on her hoodie. They didn't feel sticky. Her hoodie wasn't sticky. So, what's the fucking deal?	

	There was a discarded syrofoam cup on the ground. Gingerly, she kneeled down and extended her index finger towards it. It bounced off, rolling a few inches. Giggling, she did the same thing again. This time, it stuck. Wonderously, she brought the cheap cup up to her face and exanimed the fact that the tip of her finger was lifting this cup all by itself. I want. To let go. She thought. Let go of the crappy cup. Her eyes narrowed and she gritted her teeth. Let...go. No this wasn't working. She sighed, and the cup fell lightly to the ground. She felt it, then. A conscious effort. A relaxation of some invisible new muscle she didn't know the exact location of.

	Curiously, she approached a nearby wall. Clench. Somewhere in her mind, the command word rang true. Her hand stuck to the wall. Release. And her fingers came away. Glancing around, she saw the sidewalk on her left. Receding further into the abandoned alleyway so no one could see her, she placed her hand on the wall. Pulling herself up- woah, pulling herself up was impossibly easy. Did she weigh nothing? She was a few inches of the ground. Instinctively she kicked out her feet, and lo and behold they two stuck to the wall. Right through her shoes. Laughing, she raised her left hand higher. Clench. Right hand and left foot up. Release. Left hand and right foot up. Release. She was two feet off the ground, now. Holding onto nothing. Tears came to her eyes and she held her forehead with her left hand, she laughed. 

	[color=orange]"What the fuck!?"[/color] She cried out in disbelief. Her heart began to soar. This was incredible. Was she dreaming? Had that man slapped her so hard she was sent off to la la land? One hand infront of the other, she ascended up the wall, a bug in an alley. Eventually she summited onto the roof and she rolled onto it, staring up at the sky and breathing heavily. She yelled victoriously, wiping her eyes and sitting up. What the hell, man? Why can she climb up walls? Was there no explanation? How was this possible? Her mind and heart were going a million miles a minute. Handstand! She thought. Easy. So easy, she could do a handstand. Her hands clung to the floor and she walked around. Was she stronger? More agile. Her hoodie fell upwards, revealing her abdomen. After a few seconds Clara fell to the ground and began to reset her hoodie when she thought of something. Her fingers brushed against her abs. Furrowing her brow she lifted up her hoodie and looked herself over. Damn! Was that a six pack? How had she not noticed before? Letting her hoodie fall down she examined her arms. Ripped! She was fucking shredded, dude! Since when? 

	Grinning, she jumped up to her feet. Time to get home. Question is...how does she get down?

	Easy. Fucking easy. [i]Climb.[/i] Thinking that confident thought, she pointed her head towards the ground below her and, adrenaline pumping through her veins, began climbing down the side of the wall, staring at the concrete as it approached. Daringly, she reached the ground and detached her feet. Bending her heels over her head she front flipped off the wall and landed on her feet, throwing her arms up in the air like she saw the olympians do. 

	[color=orange][i]"Ta-da!"[/i][/color]