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Disclaimer Henry Danger

~...these are memories, or pasts remembered...~

'. .Radio or tv stuff...'

I was sitting at my office, wearing a loose dress and a pair of slacks to go with the ensemble, some slip on shoes to retain comfort and ease in my attire. Pulling my wavy dark locker into a low, loose ponytail that hung at the base of my neck. Writing down in my inventory plants that I would need to order, than some other plants materials to help them grow.

Scanning my office, than looking through the window of my office door to see a peek of my store, how there was a young man looking around for flowers.

'Well, ain't he a romantic?' I thought with a small, grateful smile for the business. Looking to the right of me that was a tuck-a-way closet that held a type of suit in it, along a few other clothing depending on whether rain or shine occurred.

Leaving the office, I slowed to the man and watched him carefully, before finally breaking the silence "May I help you, sir?" My voice sounds soft, but hoarse from lack of routine use. The man turned with a start, but made me back up a few steps to give enough space between us.

Ray Manchester. The man before me, worked at and was owner of a store himself, but I remember him visiting for flowers to give to previous dates.

"Woah... I did not notice you there." He said with a slight smile, but I could not help a small sighing laugh from my own hobbies that gave me a light step everywhere I tread. "Is a rose, or a Anemone going to be your gift this time?" A smile present and looking to the flowers he was lingering by, which were rather close to those two flowers.

"Well, miss Sloan, I was hoping for some guidance in a flower to gift this girl." He starts out, looking at me with deep blue eyes, then looked towards the flowers again, "perhaps, this flower?" Gently touching a red flower called, Laceleaf, the petals shaping it as a heart itself, with a yellow tip inside it.

I could not help giggling, then ask, "what, she stole your heart?" I softly joked, indicating with my hand the flower itself, and the shape it made to where the heart was the eye catching part. The comment made Ray blush slightly, but he smiled and looked at the flower before turning to me fully, "I will take it." He commits.

I took him to the cashier and sold the flowers of Laceleaf at their price before sending him off on his date, knowing most men are quick on their feet for those they like.

It was soon closing time, so I closed my store and went to my office to listen to the radio for a few moments, while working on what I had as finances.

'Bzz... bzzz... We are coming in to tell you we are bringing in security for a special cure to where allergies to plants will no longer exist... bzzz... bzzz... We coming in to inform about a special muesum opening of a famous painting being shown for a limited time only......'

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, "So cliche, but. I am going to the art muesum." I grumbled to myself, heading to my closet to grab the suit and to change into it. The suite was purple and blue, with black boots. The gloves leaving little, to no finger prints on any surface. I looked at a simple mask I kept that allowed me to go without a hoodie jacket, but chose to wear the jacket to hide my face instead of a mask.

Leaving through the upstairs of my store through my spare bedroom out of convenience more than anything else, because if someone rented I could always use my own rooms window as a route to escape and enter through.

I treaded from roof to roof towards the muesum and easily climbed down, once close enough, watching my footing carefully. 'Not going to die today, thank you.' I gave a nod to my internal thought, but then dropped down to the ground. 'Thank god... ground!' I thought, but stood up and started towards the muesum again.

~ Watching a crime in progress was like being frozen in time, I saw it and knew it was happening, but could do nothing about it. I watched as the criminals ran, they wore masks, most of them at least. The fleeing people seemed to disappear in moments, but what surprised me most was how they did it mid day.

Turning to follow, I ran after them and held onto my bag to keep a hand close to my phone to call for help. What I saw surprised me. The people took off their masks and started sharing their spoils of goods, what they stole with others that had little for themselves which seemed to be mainly food and clothing stolen. "We can not keep stealing from stores. Soon they will have security ahead of us and we won't be able to do this." They were a small group of five to ten people gathered together.

'They were a vigilante...' I thought, my eyes shining with inspiration and slight determination, but could feel my insides twist at what happened at just watching them steal from a open store. I started wringing my bag in between my fingers from my nerves wreaking havoc, but froze when I saw a man from the store. 'A security guard?' My thought came to, but froze when the man spoke, "You owe me for the act you made." My fingers stopped their wringing at that moment, 'it was an act? That man made them look bad? Then why is he treated well for doing something bad?' My fingers loosely gripping the bag, but my teeth clenched tight with anger at the situation.

Watching as the man treated those in need as less for needing to steal to live, to survive. Once gone, I looked at my bag where I just bought bread and a few fruits, before approaching the people in the alley.

"Here." Stretching out my arm for the bag to be near them, although they showed shock, their voices sounded grateful. "You saw us... both as criminals and victims..." one spoke, but I could not tell whom for they hid in the shadow. "We follow the law, but do not respect it." I looked around and questioned, "That makes no sense at all!" But heard a slight laugh before being answered, "If you were to listen to that man, your following the rules. We follow, but do not respect him." A dawning realization came over me slowly, but I gave a slow nod.

"What do you all do? How do you all survive?" I wondered, because there were limited to no crimes really committed, but when they are, the people doing them are caught quickly and sometimes sent away to never be seen... ~

Reaching the building was a simple affair, but the memories were a trivial matter for her that seemed never ending and more personal than anything when they did come to her.

"I will sell it and help those who gave me this path..." clenching her fists tightly, before sneaking in after her targeted items.

I want to give her a back story and some memory or flashbacks to explain her, like how any person is. Thanks