Slipping Back To Old Habits

It was late in the afternoon, sun on its way to the horizon as Evie strolled down the city streets, hands tucked into her hoodies pockets. As she walked, she was surprised to find just how…normal everything around her felt. Obviously, she’d been on the island for a while now, almost half a year, but despite this, she never thought she’d actually start to get used to everything.

It still didn’t quite feel like a home, but then again, she’d always spent her life travelling. Home was never a place for her, it was the people she was with. Not that she’d ever be getting that back.

Unfortunately for her, the lack of wonder meant that things were even more boring than normal. The city had much less secrets for her to explore now, and parties and pranks could only keep her entertained for so long. It was becoming increasingly difficult to find a reason to even hang outside the dorms like she was now, none of it held her interest.

Sighing to herself, she turned and headed inside a nearby convenience store. She was all the way out here, she may as well grab a snack for herself. As she checked the prices, she glanced down at the card provided by the school, mentally doing some math in her head, before she winced to herself. Most of her savings had been blown on Italian food (the food was good, but not that good. She’d need to talk to Angelo about his restaurants prices sometime), which meant she was basically broke.

She tapped her foot on the ground, her wince shifting into a frustrated frown. She spared a quick glance around her. There were only a few other people around, including the tired looking cashier who couldn’t be much older than she was.

Evie paused for a moment. Stealing wasn’t anything new to her, she’d been stealing from places for years before coming to the island, along with her little adopted family. After she came to the island, it’d been made clear that her thievery wouldn’t be tolerated if she continued it. She didn’t have much reason to care about that, aside from maybe disappointing Aranea. She was cool, Evie supposed.

That thought was quickly dismissed. Since coming here she’d been sneaking into parties, drinking underaged, doing illegal drugs, all sorts of delinquency. What did it matter if she added shoplifting to that? Besides, it was just a few bags of chips, maybe some chocolates. She’d stolen stuff worth thousands before, its not like it was a huge crime or anything.

Calmly, she grabbed a few plastic bags off the shelves, and shoved them into her pockets. As another customer began to check out their stuff with the cashier, Evie casually strolled past, walking out the door.

Hopefully there wasn’t some fancy magic detection system on her. And if there was, eh, she couldn’t find much reason to care.

@EmiRose

Welp.

Evie wasn't particularly surprised she got caught, but at least from the sounds of it, she might not be in too much trouble. The voice sounded about her age, and she doubted the cashier followed her out here.

She took a moment to breathe in, slapped her usual smirk onto her face, and pivoted on her heel to face the boy. The fact that he was floating over her didn't seem to bother her that much, most of the island was taller than her anyway, much to her constant chagrin.

"Oh yeah, I'm like, basically the Robin Hood of the food aisle, y'know?" She giggled, rocking back and forth on her heels as she spoke. "No snacks are safe from my hand!"

Seeing as how Mr Green here seemed to like showing off his flight, Evie figured she'd do him one better. She lightly hopped into the air, lowering her own gravity so that she floated. She let herself rotate around until she was floating upside down facing him. She then casually took one of the chocolate bars out of her pocket and took a bite.

"Don't suppose," She continued, chewing as she talked. "My 'take from the rich and give to myself' shtick is a problem?"

“Hmm…” Evie made a show of putting one hand to her chin, stroking an imaginary beard while she chewed, looking like she was pondering it. “I dunno man, I only go so much to give, y’know? So I gotta priorities the right poor people to give it to, like me!”

Once the chocolate bar was finished, she followed it up with a small bag of chips. Never one to pass on a chance to keep showing off, she grabbed a chip from inside, tossed it up (down?) into the air, letting it fall down (up?) into her open mouth.

“Just grab some yourself if you hungry.” She continued, now chewing with a smug expression on her face. “Doesn’t seem like they’re all that concerned with young teenaged reprobates stealing their precious 3 dollar snacks, else they’d probably be watching more closely.”

“Well excuuuuuuse me, Mr fancy-pants,” Evie pouted, crossing her arms in front of her. “I didn’t know I was talking to someone with such high standards. Mayhaps I might find a KFC for his majesty to pillage instead.”

Evie giggled to herself, stuffing more of the chips down her gullet. His seemingly indifferent attitude didn’t really matter to her, she was about as bored as she could be despite her usually bubbly act. She considered just floating off into the sky and getting on with her day, but it's not like there was anything else she planned to do. Might as well try to entertain herself by messing around with the guy.

“Naaaah, betcha just too scared to do it.” She smirked, bending her arms close like wings, flapping them up and down while making chicken noises.

The fact that she did this while floating upside down likely only make it look more ridiculous than it should.

“Pssh, shame is overrated, it’ll only hold ya back.”

With a casual shrug, Evie flipped back around, feet touching down on the ground. If Diego’s insinuations bothered her at all, it didn’t show on her face. She simply folded her hands behind her and canted slightly forward, that same little smirk on her face.

“Weeeeeeell, someones feeling himself, huh? Naaah, I don’t think you’d be much of a thief. I betcha that big green grandma swamp hair you got there makes you stand out too much.”

Evie giggled to herself, clearly not taking his or her insults particularly seriously.

“As the master thief I obviously am, I think it’s probably for the best you didn’t anyway.” She continued, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “You’d get caught right away, clearly.”