Conspicuous [Anubis]

[L.C. Milliner]

*--outfit

“Ten bucks? You people are killing me.” L.C. muttered to herself, looking at a pair of hairclips that had the union jack. They looked so cute and she wanted them- she hadn’t splurged on herself in quite a while, and with all this money Sean was giving her, she deserved it. But ten bucks for a pair of dinky plastic hairclips was ridiculous, so much so that she was ready to put them back and move on. She had set them down on the shelf, ready to pack up and go, but he fingers suddenly twitched, and she found herself keeping hold, thinking hard.

It wouldn’t hurt anyone if she just took it. They were only hairclips. It wasn’t like she was taking something really important, they didn’t mean anything. She had stolen a lot more expensive items in her heyday; jewelry, gloves, wallets, shoes... A couple of hairpins were small change compared to all that. No one would miss them. They’d probably just mark them as lost or damaged, if they even realized they were gone, which was highly unlikely.

But Sean would be so disappointed in her. John too. What if she got caught? A misdemeanor on her record would make it even harder for her to find a job, let alone hold one if she managed. No, it was best if she put them back.

...Fat chance.

L.C. took them and they found their way into her bag as she turned, surveying the people around her to see if anyone noticed. It didn’t look like anyone saw, and that was just what she wanted to hear- the sound of silence. No accusations or threats, just the sweet, sweet sound of nobody giving a damn what some nobody teenager was doing. She smiled as she flipped her bag closed, closing her eyes to give herself a final rationalization boost as she walked down the main isle, peering down the sides as she looked for stuff that was actually worth buying.

[Anubis Richmond]

One aisle away, amidst the hundreds of bottles of women's hair care products, was a scrawny blond boy peering between bottles of Herbal Essences shampoo. Maybe, to passerby, he was just looking for the right label, but in actuality he was watching the girl who was holding his hairclips.

Okay, so maybe they didn't belong to him, but he had seen them on his first pass through the store. It had taken all his willpower not to pocket them then, but now someone else was snatching them? Oh no she dinnit!

"Hey! I saw that!" He said through the shelf and loud enough for her to hear. Scrambling backwards, Anubis slid on the tiled floor and knocked a can of hairspray off the end cap when he tried to catch himself. Once he recovered and bolted into the same aisle as the girl, he pointed at her. "I saw you! Those are mine." He pointed at the bag that she'd stuffed the clips in, then crossed his arms over his chest.

Tapping his foot in a way that he'd seen Sakhmet do many times when she was being motherly, Anu looked at the girl sternly. "Stealing is wrong, you know." Oh yes, a lesson in morality from the kleptomaniac, this should be good.

[L.C. Milliner]

Things felt like they were going great. She was in the clear, and she saw a bottle of nail polish calling her name around the corner. But as she turned, she heard a yell, one that stopped her in her tracks, turned her blood cold, knocked her heart somewhere into her tarsals, and kicked her breathing somewhere into next month. She whipped her head around, ready to flee, but the next uttered sentence made her pause and regain her calm composure, because there was something very off about that.

“...Yours?” She put her hand on her bag and took a step back, glaring at him suspiciously, at least until he crossed his arms and started tapping his foot at her. Then she started to get worried. One, there was a guy that saw her stealing. Two, there was a guy that caught her stealing a pair of hairclips that he, yes, repeat, he

[/b] wanted. L.C. knew crazy when she saw it, and he was certainly fitting the bill. Not to mention he was probably going to threaten her if she didn’t hand them over.

But L.C. never liked losing.

“Stealing may be wrong, but so is being threatening to impressionable, defenseless young women.” Hahaha. Impressionable and defenseless. Oh yeah, that was L.C. alright. To a ‘T’, even. Are you catching the sarcasm here? “Look, I’ll give you one of them if you want it, okay?” She muttered, looking to a woman passing by their isle at a very suspicious and slow rate. A glare sent her moving again. For a moment it felt like she was talking to a child as she turned back, giving him a look. “Just keep it down.”
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[Anubis Richmond]

Anubis very rarely, if ever, thought things through. Perhaps his impulsiveness could be blamed on his disorder, but he was so intent on getting those hair clips that he didn't care how it made him sound or look. And they certainly weren't the worst things he'd taken, no, I think that would be the pairs of underwear he'd stolen from Victoria's Secret because they had rhinestones on them.

But he was also very stubborn, which doesn't bode well for either of them. They should just butt heads and get it over with, because you and I both know it'll happen.

Threatening? Anubis was hardly a threatening or imposing presence. With his al dente noodle arms and big doe-like eyes, about the worst thing he could do is throw something at you. And even then, his aim kinda sucks. "You don't look so defenseless!" It could have been the caution tape on her bag that tipped him off, or rather the fiery look in her eyes, but Anu had a sinking feeling that he would probably lose in a fight against her.

L.C.'s offer was reasonable, but Nub was not. He was a greedy young man. "But they aren't yours! They're mine!" He repeated, uncrossing his arms and moving closer to L.C., almost pouting. "And it's not even your flag!" Awww, look at that, his British patriotism is coming out.