#[ purrfect heist: interactions ]

[femfeetale]

[ @jj-reluctant-whiskyhero ]

She hated asking for help. It wasn’t her style. Left a bad taste in her mouth but when you need information, you had to think outside the box. And who better than a semi-functioning alcoholic? The thought made her laugh. What had this city become? 

Moving from rooftop to rooftop she found his destination. Sure she could have used the door, like normal people. Waited for hours or whatever. But that wasn’t her style. Clawing open the lock on the window Felicia slipped inside. Propping herself in the woman’s chair, she scanned the desk and its drawers. “Nice setup you got here,” She said her lips twitching to smirk.

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[ @secondsummers ]

The city was getting far too crowded for her liking. It made things far more complicated then they needed to be. Case in point. The coffee shop was far too crowded this early. How was a cat burglar suppose to maintain her nocturnal schedule if she couldn’t get coffee? Two orders called at the same time, she swiped one drink from the counter. No, she hadn’t paid for it but who would be the wiser with it so crowded? The building was still amidst the repairing, no one had looked away.  Tossing the blonde from her shoulder she stared down the body in her path. “You’re blocking the door,” she took a long sip of the coffee, fighting a grimace. God gross.

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[ @lacewng ]

She supposed it was a good thing she hadn’t decided to actually rob the place. Lord knew what she’d get herself mixed up with but she couldn’t resist at least tempting fate. They were no Spider that’s for sure, but she was too curious for her own good. Not for the countless bits and bobs lying around the mansion but for those insides. There had to be at least a few niffy talents within the mansion, to say the least. She can feel the eyes on her before she sees them, the little trinket she’d swiped coming in dangling from her fingers. “Caught me.” She’s almost, almost laughing expecting to bump into the woman from the other night, “Let’s just call this even shall we? I’d hate to cause your luck to turn around.”

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[ @lxrnas​ ]

Curiosity. A dangerous thing for a cat. But what did she care? It wasn’t her luck that was about to turn bad. She’d heard the stories of the mansion being well stocked with priceless art, perhaps a vase or two, but nothing could message to her seeing it with her own eyes. So many pretty, expensive things to browse but not take. Not yet. You didn’t walk into a place without knowing what you were up against. She was blonde, not stupid. Staring at the stoic family portrait that’d caught her eye she tilted her head to the side. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?” she quipped over her shoulder.

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[ @fifthsummers​ ]

Holding the coat tightly to her body, she weaved in and out of the crowds, moving on the clogged sidewalk. Careful, more so now then ever, she weaved between the people. Until her shoulder collided with someone, send a wince rocketing over her features. “Watch where you’re going,” She manages through gritted teeth, holding her coat tighter against her ribs. The black leather of her suit just visible at the collar.