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[color=lightgray][i]Location: Riverside Convenience Store[/i][/color][/CENTER]

Though knowing what she wanted, Keyrs walked casually through the aisles, interested to browse the different items and see if anything new was on display. She noticed the other shoppers, the young couple sparking Keyrs' imagination some -she liked to wonder about the people she observed- while the teens sparked more of her interest.

Her schooling experience had been different from the norm -she'd gone digital- and academy life was like an interesting genre of media to her. [i]Real[/i] academy life more so than [i]actual[/i] media depictions of such, which tended to get boring past a certain point in your life -or certain stage in your mental development, said things not always coinciding.

She turned when motion caught her eye and sported a little smile in response to the familiar, friendly cashier, whom she was about to answer when she was rudely interrupted by a ne'er-do-well and his cronies conducting their illicit business -in broad daylight while the store had something of a crowd. For real: think of the [i]children.[/i] 

Though it was probably nothing they hadn't seen before in this city.
Some of the appeal of skipping school, perhaps.

For Keyrs part, she folded her arms, waiting for the "transaction" to be over as though it were really no more than another check-out at the till. Or so it seemed. Keyrs could look unoccupied in form while she was quite the opposite in mind.

She'd considered getting in the extortion game. 
Though she didn't enjoy shaking down little old ladies and kindly older gentleman.

Okay- she didn't actually know how old the store keeper was, but older than herself, surely!

Stealthily, while her hand was still beneath her opposite elbow, Keyrs extended it that little bit to expose her wrist disc shooter, and with a generally miss-able clenching of her fist, discharged one of her hard light discs towards a shelf after casting it a sidelong glance in way of aiming-

-and apparently a glance wasn't enough. 
The absence of an impact sound, followed by a sliding one, told her she'd misjudged her angle and instead sent the disc off somewhere ultimately across the floor.

Anyone's attention it may've attracted would find -almost as soon as they clapped eyes on it- the tangible object dissipating into actual light, as untouchable and ephemeral as a rainbow. 

At least there was that,
as Keyrs hoped her ensuing frown could be mistaken for 'what the heck was that?' instead of 'I really should upgrade my targeting system to not require me to look', when she realized it wouldn't be at all suspicious to turn towards a sound. In fact it would be more so not to, so she did, and in looking like she was trying to find out what just happened, she was in fact getting a better look at the shelf she wanted to [s]destroy[/s] enact a strategy on.

In the same moment as she reverted her attention to the front, she made that clenching fist motion again and this time succeeded in breaking a support bracket, causing one shelf to tip, spilling its contents (while the hard light disc that did it ricocheted away fast as -well, light, to the same dissipating result of the first try).

[COLOR=#BF40BF]"Looks like you're doing a fine business, boys,"[/color] Keyrs spoke up semi-casually to the Delgatos. [COLOR=#BF40BF]"The man clearly isn't stashing away enough to put back into his."[/color]

It was an impulse. Maybe it was stupidity.
But Keyrs sensed -whether wrong or right- a possible escalation from routine extortion to "that last cut seemed short. Sure you're not cheatin' us?", and she'd be darned if she wasn't going to stand on the side of her favourite chip and soda repository.