<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/awbx3q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tabitha "Frankie" Franks<br/><strong>Location</strong>: McDonald's, slightly out of the Row<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kale and Jade and anybody else<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 (ish) AM<br/><hr/><br/>Frankie squinted her eyes at Jade and cracked a smile, "Is it that obvious?" She'd had a pair of shades, and clumsy person that she was, had sat down on them last week when she'd left them laying on her mattress. Not owning much of anything meant that breaking something sucked worse than usual.<em>Need a nice girly bag...and with a little luck, I'll find me some shades.</em>In her mind she went over how it would go, walking past the bleachers where the bags tended to be lined up, reaching a quick hand through the gaps in the rows of seats, snatching a bag, tossing it over her shoulder, and that was it. Out of there! All the kids playing would be off in the field anyway, so unless there were some freaking super soccer mom's out there to watch their kid's practice, she should be fine. The only saving grace was that it was a high school, so most of these kids didn't have mommy and daddy out there to babysit and make sure the couch was being nice to their superstar athletes.<br/><br/>When Jade asked to see her hands, Frankie raised an eyebrow in question and shrugged. She placed her cigarette between her lips and held her hands out. They were small, with long fingers that would have been well suited for piano playing, something she'd enjoyed doing when she was younger. The nails were clipped and clean, but without any polish or such nonsense. There were few frills about Frankie and those one might find were there completely by accident. Her wrists were thin, with a simple black hair tie pushed over one of them.<br/><br/>She turned her hands palms up, looking at them herself. They were pale and soft. There was really nothing that special about them at all. They were hands. "What exactly are you looking for?" Her drug of choice didn't leave marks on her and she hadn't been smoking long enough to have the yellowish tobacco stains on her fingertips quite yet. So she stood there in the parking lot, hands up for Jade's inspection, confused and finding the whole thing a little weird, or at least funny.<br/><br/>A smile broke across her mouth as Kale told them to stay out of too much trouble. "Always," she called back. "You too." He'd been a nice guy, even with all his doom and gloom warnings about the Row. Oh he was probably right on all counts, but that left her with the decision of whether or not she should be trusting him either. Or Jade for that matter. What if she was about to break her hands or something? Get rid of competition?<em>That's ridiculous. Stop being paranoid.</em>But was there competition like that on the Row? She wasn't certain, but she really didn't think they'd really be interfering with one another that badly. Hell, she'd just invited Jade to come along with her on her little steal from the rich escapade.