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Shelter

Alex pulled the dark hoodie that Henry had lent to him over his head. He walked quickly. He didn't like being alone in the dark, especially not anymore. He'd just escaped from prison that day, they would be looking for him, that much was a given, besides, his nights in jail had provided him with many a bad experience that caused many a nightmare he didn't want to deal with on his own. Where would a fugitive go but the streets though? He couldn’t go to a motel or a shelter and yet, he needed to get safe.

His first thought was the apartment that he had been in last, before he’d been taken to prison. Cat. She’d undoubtedly give him a place to stay. That’s why he found himself climbing the fire escape up to her room and knocking on the window, hoping against hope that she would be there to let him in, to talk to him, to comfort him a little bit. Right now he needed a friend.

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Dear Alex, You're my tramp. That's not bad, by the way, just like the movie. If there's anything I can help you with, tell me. I'll be glad to do anything to get you back. As far as I'm concerned, we're still like those couples, holding hands and you pulling me through the city. You'll get out of this, okay? It'll be okay, and... we're gonna just... we'll be the people in the park that everyone looks at. Love, Catalina

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Deer Cat,

Im sory for ane speling mistakes in this leter. I havnt got the best ejucation but plees bare with me. U mite hav ceen on the news alredy but Ive got put in prisin. I dont want u to think im just leeving u or something. im not. i wish i was still there with u, kising u and holding ur hand like the cupples in the park. i dont no if im going to c u agen. they sed that they were going to kil me by lethel injecshon. im gonna tri to get out of heer but if i dont im sore. ill mis u. by.

Alex

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The blonde had been making a habit out of pulling inspiration from jewelry shops, they were interesting places. Yes, there was the fine gems in every possible shape, color, or size, but Cam just couldn't ignore the people. Pompous socialites, scrounging husbands in need of an apology token, young people, old people, jewelry stores were interesting places. But right now he was observing the gems, getting the attention of a particularly pretty girl to ask her something. "Hi, excuse me, super sorry, but could you tell me the name of that gem? It's totally gorgeous." He pointed to a particular ring that held a golden gemstone, the name on the tip of his tongue.

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"Evening."

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Rich. By the looks of it. He could probably get something off this girl that would feed him for a week or so. A grin formed across Alex's face as he followed behind her, trying to remain inconspicuous and out of sight. Thoughts raced through his mind and he tried to analyze the best method of attack to get himself out and away as quick as possible. He settled on quickly bumping into her and moving on. He was practiced in the art of pickpocketing as it had always been the way he’d sustained himself, even as a small child. He was quick and smooth about it and frequently got away unnoticed.

He sped up so he was close behind her, bumping into her and as he did so quickly slipping his hand into her purse, snatching some money out and quickly stuffing it back into his pocket. “T-terribly sorry miss” he said as he rushed passed. “Didn’t mean to bump into you like that. Won’t happen again.” He smiled and bowed ever so slightly, all throughout this whole charade, not letting her see his face once.

He realized that he was grinning somewhat gleefully and quickly caught himself. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. This was meant to be just for his survival, after all theft was a mortal sin, according to his father who taught him the rules of Catholicism but never really seemed to practice what he preached. Perhaps he spoke of it because, similarly to his son, he thought that somehow faith would save him. Alex bounced a little bit and eyed the girl he’s stolen from for a second and twisted his lips up a little bit as he viewed her. Pretty, rich, refined. That’s what he got from looking at her. He was curious about her.