Ash roamed the streets silently, her black hood pulled up, hiding her flushed face from the world. To most she looked like your common teenager, but to those who knew her or what she did, they stood back in fear of being robbed. Stray strands of her chestnut hair hung in front of her dark, mysterious stormy eyes, which would usually be hard to see through, but she'd become use to having the strands hanging limp before her face. As she neared a rather large building, her pace slowed to a hesitant, yet still rather brisk and steady, walk. She took a quick glance around to make sure no one had followed her, before ringing a soft bell, which echoed through the old mansion. Ash stood silently, waiting for the old oak door to open, and she continued to wait until she heard the sound of soft steps inside before the door gapped and the small head of a little blond boy poked out.
"ASH!" The boy squealed, launching himself at the 16 year old. She caught him and entered the home, kicking the door shut behind her; she carried the young boy into a room at the far corner of the building, setting him on a plush sofa. Said boys sky blue eyes scrunched up in a smile that went to his eyes, Ash held back a smile and tried to stay serious, which worked quite nicely.
"Eric, what have I told you about opening the door? What if I had been the inspector?" She stared down at the boy with stone hard, unreadable eyes. "If you open the door one more time, you will be sent back, understood?" She knew she was being harsh on the seven year old, but they needed to be cautious. If the young boy was caught by the police, she'd do anything to get him back, even if that meant she'd have to break into the orphanage or jail. She placed a gentle hand on his head and ruffled his golden locks. "I just want you to stay safe." She added, softer as she gazed into the saddening eyes of the younger boy.
"That's my fault Ashton, I told him to open it." A silky smooth voice came from behind the, causing the little boy to jump and Ash to sigh. Her head slowly turned to the door where a boy of 16 stood, his posture that of an arrogant jerk, but that was just how he was. His emerald eyes twinkled with an untold since of discomfort as he gazed at the petite girl. "I looked out the window just as you walked up and told him he could answer it, sorry." The boy tipped his head shamefully, knowing full well that Ash couldn't stay mad at him. He used their unsure relationship as an advantaged to him whenever he was about to get in trouble. Ash's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as stood from her kneeling postion and she turned so she was completely facing him, pulling the younger boy up along with her. She left her hand on his head but didn't leave it there for long before she stuffed her small hands into the pockets of her baggy, torn-up jeans.
"Carlos, you know my rules! I don't want Eric or Mika to open the door!" Ash snapped out in a low whisper before ushering the seven year old child away and standing up to face her other comrade. "If someone portrayed themselves in my attire, Eric could have easily been taken. Don't let it happen again!" She spoke firmly, displaying all of her confidence and authority. She didn't have time to mess with Carlos today, she'd just been given a case, an easy one too, but her client bailed and she was nearly caught in an alley by the Venice Police. Her stormy eyes narrowed ever so softly at the brunette before she pushed past him and headed back out and into the front room where the rest of her motley crew lounged about on the old, dirty couches. "Today our client bailed and left, until I can get enough jobs done to earn the cash, we'll be staying here. No exploring, "her eyes drifted to the form of Eric and his twin sister Mika, "no spending the money, "her eyes moved from the seven year-olds to the form of a 15 year old brunette, "and NO stealing unless told to." Her eyes finally landed on a silhouette in the back of the room. The silhouette stepped out of the shadows, the face of a 16 year old came into view, a smirk plastered on his pretty boy face. It was odd for him to look like a pretty boy, when in all truth he was the bad-boy out of the small group. His blond hair was messed up and tangled, but not from the years he'd gone without having a proper comb or brush, no he'd just got done working on his new master piece, a street bike he'd found in the junk yard. Smudges of grease littered his pale cheeks, causing her to laugh. No one asked why she laughed, they simply smiled at her then got to work on nothing in particular while Ash headed out once more, pulling a fox mask over her face and pulled her black hood over her head again. Her 5'4 form was soon engulfed by the moonless night as she set off to find a new job.