Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140127121339/@comment-7497475-20140217021816

Walking out the door, Noir didn't bother to wait for James. Making her way over to her bike, she hoped on and kicked the starter, revving the engine. Watching him lead Skeet to his car, she idled up behind him, waiting for him to drive off.

"So, you throwing Skeet back in the trunk? He looked so comfy in there earlier!"

She was going to be good, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have a bit of a laugh and taunt the thief while she could. For a brief moment she remembered her own thieving, comparing it to Skeet's. She had done it to survive until that one day. Then her whole life changed. Now Skeet was finding himself in a similar position.