Rosemary stood, leaning against a house. She had her arms crossed, and her lips pursed as she scanned the crowd passing by her, looking for a 'victim'. She drummed her fingers, impatient, mostly because she was tired of hearing her stomach growl. She was starving; and was looking for someone to 'borrow' some coins from. She wore a pair of tight, black jeans, that were tucked into tall, jet black boots. She also had on a zipped up leather jacket, with plenty of pockets, for storing items, such as cash, and small knives, of which she claimed were for emergencies. Beneath the jacket was a black t-shirt, of which almost no one has ever seen; mostly because she wore the jacket so often. On her shoulder, (Which was covered by the jacket) was a tattoo of a black feather, which symbolized she was a rebel; against the kingdom itself, really. The tattoo means a lot to her. Her hair was up in a high pony tail, which was anything but neat.
Rosemary growls silently. She didn't see anyone worthy of robbing. Either they were too cautious, or weren't carrying anything in their pockets. It wasn't like she could take their bags or anything; it would be much too obvious. She'd get caught. Rosemary looked up at the sky, and frowned. The sun was setting, and that meant night was setting in. She had to find someone soon, or she'd have to spend the night starving...just like last night. Even though the darkness helped her, it still didn't mean she was not immune to the cold. Late at night, it would get freezing in the kingdom; so freezing, that if you were outside for long enough you would get frostbite. No one ever stayed out at night. That was also another con; there was no one to rob at night. No person would be idiotic enough to stay out at night; in the freezing cold, and not to mention, the dark. In fact, the chill was already starting to set in. Rosemary shivered, and kept searching the crowd.
(OOC: Sorry it's not very long; there's nothing to talk about.)