<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/awbx3q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tabitha "Frankie" Franks<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Walking to the school<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Jade and anybody else<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 (ish) AM<br/><hr/><br/>Frankie’s eyes followed Jade as she pointed out the cameras. “They’re dummies,” she said with a smile. “There’s only one wire running from it. Security cameras need two, one to run it and the other for the actual image.” Shrugging, she followed Jade’s lead. “Either way, you made a good point. I probably should be more careful.”<br/><br/>Leaning over, she took the sunglasses and slid them over her eyes. “Whatcha think?” The amber lenses were a bit different for her, but anything was better than nothing. She left them on her face while she dug through the nearest bag, removing a Chuck Norris spiral notebook, a few pens, a bottle of Advil…an iPod. “Shit, I’d like to take this…”, she muttered under her breath. Had Jade not been there, she would have, but after her little lecture, she figured she’d have to come back another time on her own. Stuffing it back into the bag, she shoved the few things she’d taken into her pockets.<br/><br/>“Let’s get out of here.” Frankie was far from happy. She normally left places like this with an entire bag full of stuff. What’d she have to show for it this time? A Chuck Norris folder and some sunglasses. Whoop-dee-do. With a slight growl of frustration, she kicked at a rock on the sidewalk and started to walk back to the Row.<em>Maybe I should be working alone?</em>she thought. "Hey Jade...do you normally work on your own?"<em>How many thieves could there be in the Row anyway?</em>She almost laughed at herself for that thought. It was the Row, most likely, they were all thieves in one way or another. No one would survive there without stealing every now and then. It just happened that this was Frankie's only "occupation".<br/>