[She runs then. Runs and runs. She runs far away from the beach, far from everyone, running until it hurts to draw breath. This isn't for her. This life, with people, and people who care about her? It's not for her. No one cares. No one wants her, only her quick fingers and quiet feet. She has to go now before she's left hurting even more than she already is.
Nott's not huge, but she's already getting to know the back alleys and the rougher crows that thrums their beat through the underworld. Like calls to like, and scum to scum. She can make her life here, same as Paris. Screw the lot of them.
She's going to rob their rooms blind first though.]
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Nott's not huge, but she's already getting to know the back alleys and the rougher crows that thrums their beat through the underworld. Like calls to like, and scum to scum. She can make her life here, same as Paris. Screw the lot of them.
She's going to rob their rooms blind first though.]