Well... I Stole Something.
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Thread Topic: Well... I Stole Something.
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Name: Elizabeth Black
Age: 17
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Nationality: Canadian
Appearance:
Clothes (normal): (Assuming he get her clothes to choose from) Normally simple dresses. (Assuming he doesn't) Whatever clothes he gives her.
Clothes (dressy):
Clothes (other): Same as her pic
Personality: kind, unreasonabley selfless, shy, quiet, obedient, easy going, patient, and is nice to everyone. Even those who hurt her.
Likes: Smiles, flowers, animals, and reading.
Dislikes: Crowds, strangers, violence, chaos, and fear.
Fears: She is afraid of having a panic/anxiety attack or a mental break down.
Desires: To feel angry instead of afraid just once in her life,
Bio: She doesn't know the name of her mental illness. Just that it causes her to NEVER feel anger. I mean literally. Not even the slightest. When she should be angry, she instead has a panic attack, anxiety attack, or if the situation is severe enough she could have a mental breakdown. -
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Travis Lee Stoll smirked softly to himself as he finally picked open the door. He heard the owners were on vacation for a week. How delightful! Now Travis could pay rent for his home this month. The people were very rich and he could tell. He usually monotone blue eyes filled with mischief and lust for the items. All he wanted was money and his family.Nothing else mattered.
Nothing
No one
He made his way through the large suburban home deciding he wanted one similar. He weaved through halls to what he believed to be the parents. He knew of no one else living in the home.
He found a extravagant music box, which he packed in his backpack. He took necklaces,bracelets, watches. Rings as well. He wore one thing on his neck of his own ownership. A leather corded necklace with a small ring that looked as if a small girls hand would where, and two that would fit his own fingers. The other thing was a locket on it. A heart locket to be exact. He thought slowly to himself "Just one more year. That's all. That's all. One more. " His hand reached up to capture the locket and the rings on his neck in his hand. He gave them a light squeeze as if reassuring his siblings he'd find them. His eyes had closed as he remembered them. But his moment of peace was not held long. A creak downstairs made Travis blue orbs shoot open. Houses didn't creak like that. Someone else was in the house -
Ella was downstairs reading in the lounge when she heard someone upstairs. That's odd. Did her parents forget something? Didn't they know they would miss their flight? Maybe they sent someone to take care of her after all. Most kids would be angry from a lack of trust. She smiled, because her parents were looking out for her. Ella walked upstairs and into her mother's room where she heard the person. Her eyes opened wide in shock to see a strange man cleaning out her mother's jewelry box. "Uh... Hello. Who are you?" She asked.
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Travis turned quickly. He had an open backpack filled of things. "Your worst night made" he grinned, a sadistic look in his eyes. He got his act up quick. "And who are you ? Sweet girl?" He asked back her against the door as he shut it so she couldn't escape.
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Ella looked at him in shock. She certainly did not expect this. "Elizabeth. I live here... Why are you stealing my mother's jewelry?" She asked. Most people in her position would be running for a phone, punch him in the face, or do something as a reaction. However she waited for him to explain himself.
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"Oh Beth
Oh poor Beth. I am going to seel it of course. What? Do you think your mothers attire would look grand on someone such as myself? Oh well-im not into that sort of fashion" he had poppy seed dust in his back pocket I he needed it ((poppy seeds make people sleepy. The dust knocks em out)l -
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"I prefer to be called Ella please." She politely corrected him, beginning to feel a bit panicked. She reached for the door knob, deciding to leave and call the police.
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"Oh-my apologies dear Ella." He grabbed her hand gently but firmly "Oh no darling I can't let you go now . " he used his other hand to blow the poppy seed dust in her fae, Whig knocked her out innedietky
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Ella blushed as she looked at him. Before one of her panic attacks could come, he threw an odd, pleasant smelling dust at her. The dust tickled her nose but instead of making her sneeze, she quickly passed out and everything went black.
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