urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:folleconnasse Brier Belgemine LeBeau Brier Belgemine LeBeau 2011-10-22T23:15:22Z urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:folleconnasse:881 2011-08-19T16:06:10Z 2011-08-19T16:06:10Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />She had come home from practice as she usually did, bruised but smiling. After walking in, she found that the lights were already on in her house, which surprised her, but it might have been her own absentmindedness, so she thought little of it immediately. But when she entered her bedroom to take off her earrings, she noticed that her jewelry box was open. She did a quick scan of the inventory, noting that three pieces were missing - her gold <a href="http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?fromGrid=1&amp;sku=10665736&amp;mcat=148204&amp;cid=287458&amp;search_params=s+1-p+8-c+287458-r+-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+-k+">cuff</a>, her favorite <a href="http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?fromGrid=1&amp;sku=26836506&amp;mcat=148204&amp;cid=287458&amp;search_params=s+1-p+11-c+287458-r+-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+-k+">mesh bracelet</a>, and her <a href="http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?fromGrid=1&amp;sku=21963925&amp;mcat=148204&amp;cid=287465&amp;search_params=s+1-p+2-c+287465-r+101323339+101323357-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+-k+">amethyst pendant</a>. They were, incidentally, all things she'd worn while having dinner with one Neal Caffrey. She was sure that he was the one who'd taken them. He had an eye for fine things, and also, a pink rose had been left in front of the box.<br /><br />She couldn't help herself as she started to giggle, raising the flower to her nose and inhaling. Twining it into her French braid, she grabbed her purse again and moved back outside and toward the portkey. She had to go giggle about how fantastic this was, how this was literally the only time she'd ever been excited about being robbed. Soon enough she was knocking on the door to the Winchester estate, grinning and bouncing on the heels of her feet. urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:folleconnasse:690 2011-07-17T01:34:12Z 2011-07-17T01:35:24Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br />It was rare that she saw a guy that turned her head as much as this one had. Usually she flirted idly with people, never really expecting anything to come from it. But this guy was handsome, and he had a near regal-bearing.<br /><br />So she went to steal his wallet. <br /><br />It wasn't as easy as she'd thought, and for a moment she thought she'd be spotted, but once she had it, she proceeded to climb a fire escape and leap three buildings over before putting his number into her phone. Her long legs dangling over the edge of the building, she waited for him to spot her. urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:folleconnasse:364 2011-06-03T00:10:44Z 2011-10-22T23:15:22Z <center><img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd59/defenstration/tumblr_ltg9x18ppq1qd6w3xo1_250.gif"> <img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd59/defenstration/tumblr_ltg9x18ppq1qd6w3xo2_250.gif"> <img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd59/defenstration/tumblr_ltg9x18ppq1qd6w3xo3_250.gif"><br /><br />Not a made up person. Not associated with Marvel, SquareEnix, or Titmouse Productions. Stoya belongs to herself.</center>