to explain how Isis got all her money. ;)
Isis holds her head high, trying to blend in with this crowd without looking like a lost child.
look for some rich bastard. she thinks, some fool flaunting his money.
She sits by a fountain spewing water from 3 lions' mouths while she watches people passing her. The lions are made of grey marble, and must weigh a ton together. The ground is red brick, and the shops surrounding the fountain mostly had foreign names. There were French titles, German titles, however nothing too foreign, nothing Arabic or Russian. Yes, this was the rich part of town, the part where one would not be caught dead in a plain sweater and tennis shoes.
As she contemplates the upper class citizens, she spots her target. A middle aged man with a pot belly and cane. He looked like he groomed his black mustache, and in fact as he moved one could see the gel he plastered into it to shape it earlier this morning. Yes, this was him, the one in the pinstripe suit with the long black cane. She hopped off the side of the fountain and followed him, checking his wrist for a watch, or sometimes these characters had chains, or maybe a bulge in his pocket for a wallet.
He walked slowly enough, looking into the shop windows of a hairdresser first, then a beauty salon. Possibly he was gay, or maybe just very very conceited.
But that doesn't matter. Isis reminds herself, What matters is how much cash is in his wallet.
She smirks. Had this been an ordinary town, she would never dare do something like this, but where she was going she was going to need money. And who better to take it from than the rich? The poor? What were the rich going to do with it anyways? Buy another million dollar home?
The man stops in front of a German chocolate store and wanders in, unaware of his little shadow. He has a watch, she couldn't tell what kind, on his right wrist, the same arm he holds his cane in. He's also got a wallet in his right pocket. Isis approaches his right side and trips, also kicking his cane out from under him. As she falls she grabs onto his pocket for support, and slips her hand in. In all his confusion he must not have noticed her finger barely touch his leg as her fingertips clasp the wallet. When she hits the ground she stuffs it into her bra.
"OH!" She exclaims in her best teenage girl voice. "Ooooohh my gosh mister I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to! Don't yell at me!" She looks up at him with huge caramel eyes, pleading for his forgiveness. She quickly stands and brushes invisible dirt off her orange sundress, and sticks out her hand. Her right hand. "My name is Akura. I'm so sorry sir!"
He grasps her hand and shakes it vigorously, during which Isis undoes his watch's clasp with her longest finger.
"It's fine." He says coldly, turning back to the chocolate as his hand falls back to his side, his watch slides off into Isis's open, waiting grasp.
"Damn teenagers." He mumbles, his breath smells of expensive cigars.
She walks out of the store and puts the heavy watch on herself. "Rich folk." she murmurs. "In a cocoon of imagined security." After 15 minutes of walking in the same direction, she goes off into a dark side alley to check the wallet.
"Mr. Samuel Burbank. 26. Carries 800$ in cash and a credit card." She tucks the cash back into her bra as she nods in disbelief. She then examines the watch. It's a gold watch with 12 perfect little diamonds for numbers, and another ring of diamond around the face. She couldn't believe her eyes! How much was this worth?!
She smiles and rises from her crouching position on the pretty red brick, leaving the wallet and card on the ground. "Well. That was successful." She says to herself. "Now... To catch that train." She emerges from the alley, traveling west, always west. To the train station, to freedom, to a new start.
To Nevada.