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"Taylore! We arent supposed to be in the other mob's territory! Lets go before we get caught!" Lydia whisper/yelled to the girl ahead of her. It was just the two of them as they quietly made their way around the corner of a large mansion. Hiding in the shadows as they made theyre way over to one of the windows that led into the parlor.
Taylore rolled her eyes and stopped beneath a window. "Lydia calm down. It will only take a minute or two to get in, take something expensive, then get out. Just shut up and it will all go smoothly," she whispered. Standing up straight, Taylore took out a phillips head screwdriver and wedged it in the thin line between the window sill and the window. Prying the window open, she lifted it up and winced as she heard it squeak. They stood there frozen for a good couple of minutes before Taylore hopped up on the window sill then crawled in as quietly as possible. Lydia followed then turned on her flashlight.
Taylore smirked at the low security in this place. It was the house of the boss of the mob across town from her fathers. The two were always getting into fights and killing members of the opposite side. It was how it worked and she had been raised in it since she was born.
Taylore quietly crept over to the opposite side of the room, finding a nice diamond and gold necklace in a glass case. Taylore opened the glass case and reached in, sneaking it into her bag. Lydia gasped quietly as she realized what Taylore was taking. It was the prized jewel of the household and everyone including the neighboring mobs knew that. She had never thought that they wouldve had a silent alarm set around it.
Seconds after Lydia's gasp, men were busting in the doors in the front and sides of the parlor. Swarming into the room, Taylore grabbed Lydia's shirt and ran over to the window. Pushing Lydia through, she had to save her first since she was her little sister. "Lydia! Run!" she yelled and Lydia didnt argue taking off like a bullet.
Taylore tried to get out but was grabbed roughly from behind and thrown to the ground, hard. Her head hit the hard wood floor, knocking her unconcious.
(Need a male character for this to play either this mob's boss' son or someone high up on the ladder in this mob)

"Taylore! We arent supposed to be in the other mob's territory! Lets go before we get caught!" Lydia whisper/yelled to the girl ahead of her. It was just the two of them as they quietly made their way around the corner of a large mansion. Hiding in the shadows as they made theyre way over to one of the windows that led into the parlor.
Taylore rolled her eyes and stopped beneath a window. "Lydia calm down. It will only take a minute or two to get in, take something expensive, then get out. Just shut up and it will all go smoothly," she whispered. Standing up straight, Taylore took out a phillips head screwdriver and wedged it in the thin line between the window sill and the window. Prying the window open, she lifted it up and winced as she heard it squeak. They stood there frozen for a good couple of minutes before Taylore hopped up on the window sill then crawled in as quietly as possible. Lydia followed then turned on her flashlight.
Taylore smirked at the low security in this place. It was the house of the boss of the mob across town from her fathers. The two were always getting into fights and killing members of the opposite side. It was how it worked and she had been raised in it since she was born.
Taylore quietly crept over to the opposite side of the room, finding a nice diamond and gold necklace in a glass case. Taylore opened the glass case and reached in, sneaking it into her bag. Lydia gasped quietly as she realized what Taylore was taking. It was the prized jewel of the household and everyone including the neighboring mobs knew that. She had never thought that they wouldve had a silent alarm set around it.
Seconds after Lydia's gasp, men were busting in the doors in the front and sides of the parlor. Swarming into the room, Taylore grabbed Lydia's shirt and ran over to the window. Pushing Lydia through, she had to save her first since she was her little sister. "Lydia! Run!" she yelled and Lydia didnt argue taking off like a bullet.
Taylore tried to get out but was grabbed roughly from behind and thrown to the ground, hard. Her head hit the hard wood floor, knocking her unconcious.
(Need a male character for this to play either this mob's boss' son or someone high up on the ladder in this mob)

A huge man walked in thorugh the room's main door. The man was broad and muscular, and stood about 2 meters 15 tall. He smiled at the girl before him, flashing his ugly toothed grin.
"AHAH!" he roared. "Looks like we got ourselves A li'l thief ey Lads!?" The men around him roared in laughter. The giant walked over to Taylore, and bowed before her.
"Greetings, pretty lady!" He didn't sound as polite as he moved. "What're ye doin' in our fancy house here ey?" His accent was a heavy scottish one.

Taylore growled quietly at their laughter but refused to speak to this giant of a man. Crossing her arms over her chest, she kept her mouth clamped shut and just narrowed her eyes at the man. The bag slung across her shoulder was holding their diamond and gold necklace which Taylore hadnt had the time to pass off to Lydia. Hopefully she had made it out safely and was racing across town at this very moment. Taylore's movements suggested she was someone high up on the chain of command because anyone else would be quaking in their shoes.

"Ooh-ooh-ooooh, a brave one are ya? I respect that!" Out of nowhere, he punched her shoulder hard, making her turn 180 degrees. He tore the pack away from her before kicking her to the ground.
"Ey, Matthews!" he tossed the pack to a younger man behind him. "Look thru the bag and see what she took will ya!." he kept an eye on the girl.

Taylore winced when he punched her shoulder and tried to gain her balance before he was kicking her to the ground. She fell with a loud thud and a couple of coughs from her at hitting the ground so hard. Propping herself up with her elbows, she scowled at the man then quickly got off the floor. Her father had told her to always try and keep herself out of dangerous situations and being laid out on the floor could get her into some serious trouble.
Watching them rifle through her bag, she knew the most important thing for her to do was not tell them she was the daughter of the boss of their competition. She would be killed quicker than a normal girl just trying to steal something.

Matthews found what he was looking for. He triumphantly held up the necklace. "Another one who fell for the trap boss!"
Wilmond grinned as he snatched the necklace from the man's hand and held it up in front of Taylore's face.
"Just what were ya planning on doing with this, ya li'l imp!?"

Taylore shrugged as a smirk tugged on the corners of her mouth. "Oh you know..steal it, sell it, making several thousand and go buy some stuff with the money," she replied as she smirked at her non-chalant answer. Looking up at the man then the necklace, she shoved her hands in her pockets an looked around acting oblivious to the danger invovled in being here and stealing something so precious as that necklace. It ha belonged to the boss's wife but she had died a long while back when having her second son. So now it was a precious memory as well as an expensive necklace.

Wilmond laughed loudly. "Well, looks like it's not yer lucky day then!" He threw the necklace in Taylore's face. "Thís, ye li'l imp, is a fake! It's worth dog's crap out there!" He grinned broadly.

Taylore dodged the necklace so it fell on the floor behind her. Then she smiled and shrugged. "How clever of you," she stated in a bit of a sarcastic tone. Taylore was definitly a risk taker and didnt mind the consequences. She was daring, bold, and rather stubborn as well as showing little fear. That why everyone respected her so much in her fathers mob. It was simply the way she was.

"yer breaking in her doesn't give ye any credit though." his tone had suddenly changed. He turned to a tall, scarred man. "Oliver, search her. Then strip her to her underwear and throw her in the cellar with the rest of them imps." He grinned at Taylore. "yer getting locked away for a loooong time!"
the man who had been called Oliver, came forward with a nasty grin on his face. "It'd be my pleasure boss!"

Taylore growled and suddenly got serious, her bangs shadowing her eyes. "Touch me and you'll loose that hand," she warned as Oliver reached for her. Taylore wasnt kidding either. Not only was she known for her personality, she was also known for fighting and dismembering but of course her father had kept her and her sister protected from the other mobs so they would know that.
When Oliver didnt listen and had barely even brushed her skin, her hand shot out and broke his wrist in one fluid moment. She broke the bone clean in half then took out a knife and put it on the skin of his wrist pressing till blood was drawn. Looking at Oliver, she had a serious look in her eyes. "Now i've already permantly disabled the use of it. Do you wanna loose it as well?" She asked quietly and coldly.

Everyone in the room suddenly aimed their guns at Taylore. Everyone except for Oliver and Wilmond, who was roaring with laughter.
"Well now oli, ye seem to be in a sharp situation there! Ye're a feisty one ain't ya, lass?" he grinned.
"I'll make ye a deal. Ye let go of of our friend here, and i'll lock you up 'gently'. ye can keep yer clothes, but ye still have to turn yer pockets inside out."

Taylore stared coldly into Oliver's eyes for a long silent moment. Then she let go of his hand and tossed the hunting knife at Wilmond's feet. It stuck in the wood a centimeter from his foot. She then put her hands in her pockets and turned them all inside out. A picture fluttered to the ground but she picked it up quickly. Holding it tightly in her hand.

"Don't worry, ye can keep the picture." he directed her to one of his men. "Take her down to the others." Then he grinned at her. "I'm still a decent man. Whenever I choose to be of course!" he roared with laughter and pushed her toward her guard. "Go on!" He picked up the knife from the ground.

Taylore stumbled slightly when he pushed her but quickly regained her balance. Softly growling under her breath, she walked over to the guard and brushed off her clothes. Glancing over her shoulder, she had a smirk on her lips as she looked at Wilmond. He didnt know what he was about to be a part of.

The man escorting Taylore kept his gun in his hand, trusting his reflexes to counter when possible. It wasn't needed, she'd never get through the guards, but he saw what she did to Oliver earlier, and was determined not to let that happen to him.
He led her down some stairs and opened an Iron door. He pushed her inside and quickly locked the door behind her before leaving.
Inside the room, there were two more. A little kid, probably around ten years old, and an old man.

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As Wilmond threw the dagger in the safe, he heard some commotion in the hallway.
"Urgh, not again..." He stretched and walked outside. "What's the ruckus all about!?" he barked.
"We caught this one trying to run off on us boss!" a goon said.
Wilmond grinned. "I know you!"

Standing before him was Lydia, the girl who'd escaped through the window earlier.

Taylore sat down on the cement floor and leaned against the iron bars. Hoping, praying that Lydia had escaped. Her sister wasnt skilled like she was and had to be handled gently. She was the complete opposite of Taylore.

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Lydia struggled against the men and kicked, clawed, and yelled at them. When she saw Wilmond, she froze and started trembling, knowing who he was. Fear clouded her eyes and she bit her lower trembling lip trying not to cry. "P-Please dont hurt me.." she begged quietly.

Wilmond's eyebrows shot up at that. "Not as strong as yer sister are ya?" he grinned. "Now please, do me the pleasure of telling me your side of what you were planning on doing here."

Lydia looked at the man warily and glanced around her, still trembling. "T-Taylore had to bring me along. She was supposed to be watching over me while our dad went out.." she explained quietly. "I-I didnt want to be here. I never stole anything from you.." she added.