<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.alphacoders.com/291/thumb-2912.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jadaria Brookes (Jade)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: McD, outside of the Row<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Frankie; Kale<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00ish A.M.<br/><hr/><br/>"Frankie. Cute name." Jade replied with a nod, slipping her sunglasses back onto her face before the stronger beams had a chance to blind her. She didn't even blink as the money was ripped from her hand, just a slow turn of her head to look at Kale. "I wasn't going to keep it. I have no use for your money." She added, pointing at the glasses on her nose. "I already have what I need." She smiled then turned her attention back to Frankie.<br/><br/>"The school, huh?" She went silent for a moment, her steps slowing in thought. "Yeah sure, why not." She shrugged, noting the way the girl squinted in the sun. "Let me guess. Looking for some glasses?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "How skilled are you in the art of thievery?" Her features had become more and more serious as the conversation continued on, especially when her profession was the topic. She took stealing as seriously as an artist would their art. Many people considered stealing from others a crime and a petty one at that, but to Jade, it was an art that took a long time to master. As good as she had become at it, she was always finding ways that she could be more efficient and graceful in the act.<br/><br/>After a moment, Jade realized she had drifted off in her thoughts. Shaking her head she returned her attention back to the girl for the hundredth time. "Actually, may I see your hands?" She asked, holding out her own palm up to show Frankie how she wanted to see them. It was her belief that you could tell a whole lot about somebody by their hands. The lengths of the fingers, how soft the skin was. Just the movement of the muscles under the skin. What she was looking for were specific features that were considered artistic features, characteristics that were known to give musicians an advantage with their instruments and painters with the precise stroking from the wrist. Usually she wasn't one to go around asking to see people's hands in the Row, but this girl had peaked her interest. The least she could do was pay attention to her.<em>And perhaps, I might make a good ally out of this.</em>One could say that ally was the closest that anyone could get to being a friend. Not many knew why she refused the term friend but they never seemed to ask about it either.