Post by Rowan Willis on Apr 20, 2011 11:22:57 GMT -5
It was still morning, he had just stepped out from his expensive apartment. His precious sissy of all people came to check upon him, he did not mention the angel to her cause she was an overprotective woman whose not about to let anything happen to him. Rowan could handle himself, he'll need to think of something if he needed to survive much as he has to even longer, better to use logic and thinking skills to throw a person off, going so far as changing your entire appearance or just plain out act normal.
He was looking for some new items to put in his spacious aparment, decorate it more. Paintings was the idea, so took the time to hop on by the art gallery for what he can find appealing to the eye. Pulling the handle of the door, the bell above rung to indicate there was a customer coming to shop at their store. A skinny woman with glasses on her face looked up, spotted the handsome fellow who wandered into her business. She was looking at a magazine, the place sure was real quiet but a faint sound of music strummed through the speakers. The oldies hits. "Born in the USA! I was Born in the USA!"It played the old hit that shot up to the top ten. Maybe whoever sung that was a true American. He put hands in his pocket, his baby-looking hair was a little curly and it was a pretty, light brown making that normal appearance of an average boy stick out.
He looked into an octave mirror while walking by, one of those curved glasses to help workers spot someone taking something just by peeping into the mirrors. The woman stopped short from reading page 4 of Martha Stewart. Eh? Who even reads Martha Stewart? He don't even want to know. She smiled sweetly, staring up at him as she removed her reading glasses from her face. Was she gorgeous without them? Her eyes looked back at them in their pale blue color, they reminded him of a calm wave of the ocean, if he wanted he can keep staring much, much longer but he did not come here to flirt nor pick up dates when he really came here to browse for some art.
One thing he likes is art, many find it fascinating. Rowan once took art classes, loved the water colors and mosaics the most. He stood leaning his chest against the edge of the counter while looking into the glass case that was embedded into the counter. More art stuff, the shelves had tons of busts, smaller paintings, medium sized paintings, the larger ones was plopped up against the walls. A certain someone was going about his business though neither Rowan nor the woman noticed he was less than a customer as the hooded figure continued looking, nothing seemed too valuable accept for the one thing that struck his vision.
A painting so beautiful, so appealing, it was what had the hooded person snatched the large painting that hung on a wall, then tucked it under his left armpit, running away with it. Outside the door he ran. The woman shrieked, she shouted when he ran one of her newest works. "He took my painting! That man stole one of my greatest works!"Rowan reached out to touch the left of her arm, he smiled thinking he could apprehend this lousy creep who would dare take something someone worked so rigorously on. "Don't worry ma'am. I will get it back for you, in the mean time call the cops."He then ran outside, his brown hues looked around but did not see the thief who took the priopetors most favorite masterpiece.
What was so special about it that he would grab it? Art thieves were known through out the world. Most of them collected, but so far this one took a specific piece. It must sell for a high profit. Walking back in, hearing the woman speak through the mouthpiece of a black phone that sat on her desk. "Yes, he took my painting. I don't know what he looks like exactly since he was wearing a hood, his face was obsecure."She gave the person on the phone the address to the gallery then sat down, her face in her hands weeping into them.
Rowan looked at her, his face contorted in feeling for her loss. What can he do other than stand there doing nothing. "He's gone. That man wasn't sticking around. Somehow, I'll get it back for you. What's your name?"She wiped some of the fallen tears from her cheeks, they were doing a good job smearing the black mascara she put on. "I..I..my name is Molly. Molly Cals."She swallowed some of the saliva, nearly choking while her eyes was puffy and nearly red. The poor thing. If it was him, he knew he'll probably be pass upset, more than mad, he'll be on a ball to catch someone taking what he was set dead on working on.
He put his right hand out, touched the top of her head, she looked up at him. "I'll do everything I can Molly."He then introduced himself. "I am Rowan. It's a pleasure to meet a sweet girl such as yourself."He smiled softly, his lips curled into a humble-like form. "If I have to, I'll mow that guy down."She smiled, cheering up now. "Thanks, thanks so much Rowan! I appreciate it so much, so much."He did not say nothing more on the subject, but he also did not back down on his word. Perhaps, he can get some help to track this maniac down. He'll probably be anywhere at this rate.
