Her paint-stained hands managed to close the backpack as the sirens blared and lights flashed, throwing it over her shoulder carelessly as she nimbly jumped onto her feet and ran. The rush of wind made her hoodie fall from her head, revealing just above shoulder-length ebony hair, royal blue eyes that matched the shade of the dark night sky, and a mischievous smirk that said, "Catch me if you can, losers."
In deft movements, she navigated the sharp turns and thin alleys of the streets of New York City, of which she was only one of many criminals that lurked around every dark corner. Suddenly, she was pulled back. She glanced over at her shoulder, noticing her jacket had caught on a piece of scrap metal that was jutting out of the wall, probably left over from a fire escape or something of the such.
Footsteps pounded against the pavement, and radio static and beeps chirped from a distance not so far away. She scowled at herself with incredulity, trying to pull herself free with little progress.
"Good job, Darcy," she muttered to herself bitterly.
Darcy, in one quick tug, pulled herself free. Her eyes darted from side to side, looking for a place to hide. Her eyes locked on a jewelry store, and she grinned. Darcy headed straight for it, hoping it was unlocked. Otherwise she'd be wasting her time picking the lock. To her surprise, it opened with much ease. The unlit jewelry store would be perfect. Who would ever guess she'd hide in here?
She ducked in swiftly, the door shutting behind her. She kept her head low, just under the window.
"No sign of 'er," she heard a male voice say grumpily. "This is the fifth time we've gotten close, and she's been on about ten runs so far."
"She's good," another sighed.
"Don't praise a criminal, rookie. If she's around here, which I know she is, she's heard you and your giving her an ego boost. She already thinks she's escaped, and is riding around on her high horse like the hooligan teen she is," chastised the other officer.
Darcy held in a laugh, waiting for the cops to pass before she made any sort of noise. Once gone, she stood herself up and brushed off her clothes, swaggering about the store with a haughty irreverence. She looked into one of the glass cases, admiring the sapphire bracelet within it. It was pretty pricey, but everything was in this store.
"Why would they disable the security in a place like this," she muttered.
Despite her curiosity, she honestly didn't care much at all; if she had, she would have noticed much more quickly the person hiding among her. In the reflection of the thick glass case stood a daunting figure with thick blue hair and intimidating reddish looking eyes that glowered at her. Darcy whipped around, staring with wide-eyes at the woman. She quickly shifted her gaze to one of a more icy demeanor, not allowing her fear to impair her.
"So, I guess I'll be going now~" Darcy said boldly, wearing her well-known smirk.
"I don't think so," the strange lady replied.
"...Oh, I think you do," Darcy gulped. "Hey!"
She was bludgeoned by some object, right in the head. She struggled to keep consciousness, especially as she fell to the ground and stared up at her attacker. What the hell have I gotten myself into? she thought to herself.
Yes, I used the word swaggering.