nopenope, i don't even know how the rest goes... mind gets a writer's blockage when it gets past that bit. any help to finish the story would be nice

meanwhile, another clip i wrote, this one's from some time ago. am working on yet another clip already in my mind. sometimes i get these opening clips bouncing in my head, end up writing them down. the new one i'm working on is a diff style than i usually write, so should be interesting if it works out

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Jason surveyed the town he was nearing with the arrogance of youth. Only a small town, but if he was careful, it would be good pickings for maybe a few weeks. Thievery was his trade, and he never could really stay in a town long enough to set down his roots. If he stayed longer, someone was sure to notice his illegal activites and report him to the proper authorities.

He shook his head, recalling the last time he'd overstayed his welcome in a town. Rather, he was welcome, but his clumsiness got him caught during a job, stealing the mayor's wife's jewelry. He'd been so close, but because he couldn't resist giving her beautifully pale and serene sleeping form a light kiss on the forehead, he was caught in the act as she woke up. She'd screamed, alerting everyone in the household to his presence so that he had to drop his belongings and run.

This sleepy little town in the country looked quiet enough though, from what he could see. It was evening already, the glow of the setting sun was fading to dusk and the warmth that the earth had absorbed during the day was beginning to radiate out again. Jason took his time hiking down from the hill and walking the path into the city. A few cars passed him on the way in. While he had his thumb out for hitchiking, none stopped.

In disgust, he reached the town breathing slightly harder than usual, with sweat staining through his t-whirt. At least it was a nice clean town, he reasoned to himself. He noted the small, dark alleys that he passed, opportunities for later on. After quite a bit more walking, he found a small, shoddy looking motel. It looked very out of place next to the neat little inns he passed along the way. However, it was cheap, so he paid for a week's rent.

After Jason had gotten himself comfortable in his home for the next week, unloading his bag and hanging up his t-shirt and jeans, he got changed and prepared to go out for a bit of a drink. The night was young, after all, and he might be able to snag some cash or some company along the way. He found his way to the Pink Flamingo Bar, apparently one of only three bars in town.

He spent a few hours inside, sipping a light beer and just enjoying the atmosphere of the bar. It was a change from the usual loud, rowdy parties he'd attended. He looked around the place, and saw that security cameras and guards were all over the place. The inside of this bar wasn't a likely place he could do his work. He paid for his drink and left.

Hanging around outside, he spotted an attractive woman wearing a sexy red outfit and holding a purse lightly to her side, just coming out of the bar. She looked very confident of herself, and Jason smiled with anticipation of the hunt, so to speak. He slipped easily into the shadows, his black tshirt and black jeans camoflaging him right away, and followed her as she walked down the block.

When the woman was nearing a housing complex, he walked closer on silent feet. Jason reached out, intent only on his goal, but just before his hand touched her purse, her other hand clamped down on his wrist.