
Her home--the place that she had been living for her entire life--had been taken away from her. The repercussions of her ousting her parents from their schemes was far more painful than she had known. They owed several thousand gold to a few nasty people, and what better way to get that money back than to take away the house? Lucia had gathered up all of the money she could and fled into the night. The first couple of days had been okay, but her funds were rapidly running dry. She had been unable to get into the vault, so anything left in there would belong to the bastards who took the house away. Her last gold had been spent on the room to rest in last night; even though she did not require sleep, she needed a way to get out of the rain. She couldn't exactly fix that. Her only possessions were the (actually functional) clothes on her back and the armor hidden away in the circlet on her wrist. Neither of those were being sold, for Lucia Durand required her pride to exist. However, even that pride was slowly eroding away.
Lucia Hargreave Durand required six meals a day to function as normal. As one would expect, this is an expensive prospect indeed. Certain places that remained open late were her new home, but without money, what was she to do? Her stomach growled, and she heard several voices. Was that a market? She stepped through an alley--well, stumbled--and approached the crowd with a weakened gait. A grocer was peddling their wares, and suddenly Lucia felt even _hungrier_. What harm could there be in taking a couple of apples, really? Even if she got caught, she could just promise to pay it back later! Her parents had done that a lot. She made the decision there; she didn't exactly want to die from starvation.
Lucia approached the cart with a bright smile and looked over the wares, pointedly testing one or two of the apples for ripeness. She felt the watchful eyes of the owner on her face and shivered a little bit, almost faltering. It had to be now or never--so she grabbed a couple of apples, turned and made to bolt. Unfortunately, Lucia was just a bit too slow, and a bit too hungry. She tripped. The apples dropped from her hands as her body hit the ground, and she groaned quietly. She heard the footsteps of the grocer approaching her, and shouted in pain as the first kick hit her waist. "Get up, thief. Y'er gonna pay for this."
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