Catilyn Caruse Ran, ran , and ran somemore down a winding road. Trying febily to get away from the law yet again.  Her life as a jewel theif, well it had its perks, and then some. The dark brown top hat with a black rose a dead give away as to who she is. They call her the dead rose, very creative don't ya think? She ran past a large buikding to twist her way to a path to her right. Long straight black hair being thrown back by the wind. All of five feet couldn't save her small hind. Being she was just that five feet in height.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Get her!!"</span>A thick accent screamed , if the smoke around the place wasn't helping than she would need to make a quick heel stop inside a place. Ahh that's when she saw it a posh looking inn from the outside. Of course this was one of the nicer area around. She twisted her hand gun to place inside her gun spot on her skirt. The jean jacket she wore unbuttoned showing the dark brown corset that adorned her body.<br/><br/>Her hand shoved the doors open quickly allowing them to slam shut behind her. After waiting a couple seconds she tied a silver neaklace with a green emerald as its choice of stone around her neck. This was what she had valiently stolen without doubt. Then spotted a table in the back , sliding into the table to slink herself back. Making any rash moves was bound to be her downfall.