Some time later after waking up and going to school, Sara sat at the dinner table with her Dad. As usual, Mom wasn't home. She was off doing work-related things, though what those things were, besides involving movies, Sara was never filled on the specific details. She didn't, in fact, even know the specific building that Mom worked at.

In front of Sara was a piece of white bread and a bowl of tomato soup. Dad sat across the table from here.

"So, have you heard anything about these kids?" Dad asked Sara, spoon clinking against the inside of his own soup bowl as he ate. "I read in the newspaper that some kids are missing. They friends of yours?" Dad wasn't alarmed. It seemed that he was asking with half interest, his eye wandering over the other headlines in the local newspaper laid out before him on the table.

Sara cringed at the tomato soup. "What sort of kids?" she asked, without looking up from it. "I mean, I guess I might've known some of them."

"Yeah?" Dad said, only half-interested in what Sara said. "What happened to them? They get found?" He said. He turned the page, looking at the sports page now, thumb and forefinger rubbing the inky corner of the paper to get a better grip.

"Nope," Sara said, still glaring at the soup. "Maybe a monster got them," she ventured.

Dad put the paper down with a bored look on his face, attention now turning more to Sara.

“So. You’ve got a decision to make. Remember that day you had to stay in the car and then I took you to the Warehouse with that guy?”

Sara almost looked up. Instead, she forced herself to try the soup. "Yep," she said, a few moments later.

“You want to keep going? Or go back to just being a normal kid?”

"Keep going?" Sara finally looked up and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Not like I did it."

“Stop being a smart ass.” Dad said, voice a little annoyed now.


“You know what I mean and what we're talking about. You want to learn how  your old man makes a living? How he puts food on the table while your Mom is out making her phony acting career? You want to be a part of the real world of what your old man does or do you want to stay a kid?”

Sara stared at him for a moment. "I want to be real," she said, finally. He has been full of surprises lately. Maybe... maybe it was worth another try.

"Alright." Dad said. "First things first. You don't tell anyone about anything. OK? Not even  your mother. OK?" It was clear Dad was waiting for some kind of response or confirmation that Sara agreed.

Sara gave him a slow nod.

"Alright." Dad said. "It isn't all fun and games. There's work you've gotta do."

"First things first." He said and got up from the table.

"Follow me."

Sara got up and followed, leaving the mostly uneaten soup behind.

"Alright." Dad said and he held up his wallet. He put it in his coat and then he put the coat on.

"There, my wallet is in my coat. You see where I put it? I'm asking because I want you to try to take it from me. Pretend as if I don't know that you're trying to steal it. Like you're in a crowd. Like we both are."

Sara raised an eyebrow. Pickpocketing? Okay, it sounded fun, but how much money could you make that way? "Okay..." she mouthed, then walked up to him all casual-like and tried to grab the wallet.

OOC: Sara Rolls Dexterity + Larceny

OOC: Spending WP to add +3.

12:56, Today: Sara rolled 6 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((10(+8),3,10(+10,10,4),7,9,7,7)).

Sara's hand swooped out in a quick, snatching manner drawing the wallet out and into her person with one, rapid movement of her wrist.

Dad raised an eyebrow.

"That's.....good." Dad said surprised. "That will work most of the time. But not all of the time. If you rely too much on speed, then sometimes you'll get caught."

"I can tell you a trick. But you've got to listen." He said, as if he was bringing out into the open that kids don't usually listen. That kids are too energetic or that Sara was too much of a kid and so listening would be hard for her unless she expressly consented to it.

Sara smirked, pleased with herself. The smirk soon vanished. It was probably going to turn boring again soon... But, a trick? She wasn't entirely convinced Dad's trick won't be something boring either, but nevertheless she was all ears. "Hmm? What is it?" she asked, probing Dad with her eyes.

"It's like this." Dad said, and he moved his hand a certain way, moving forward at the same time that he turned his hand.

"You try."

OOC: Sara rolls Study + Larceny with the following results

0 Successes: Nothing gained

+1 Success: Sara adds one dot Larceny to her character sheet permanently

Intrigued, Sara actually paid attention. She followed Dad's hand with her eyes, then copied his motions. "Like this?" she asked with a smile.

OOC: 07:00, Today: Sara rolled 1 success using 2d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((7,8)).

"Very good." Sara's Dad said.

OOC: Sara adds one dot Larceny to her character sheet permanently

"Now, tell me about where you think you might use this?" Dad asked, probing Sara. She could tell that the question was designed to be some kind of test.

"Hmm..." Sara screwed up her face. "In a crowd on the street?"

"Maybe." Dad said coyly. "Would you use it at school?" Dad asked. Sara got the idea that this might be a trick question.

Sara frowned. Yes, but what was the trick? "I... guess it depends on what they have? Most wouldn't have anything worth taking, though," she asserted.

"Yeah." Dad said and Sara got the sense that he maybe had had enough of her. "Why don't you go ahead and go upstairs. You're mother will be home soon and I've got to talk to her."

"Go on. Go ahead and just, get ready for bed."

Sara frowned. Did she say something wrong? "Okay," she muttered, heading upstairs with the full intent on trying to listen in.

Sara got upstairs. A few moments later she could hear the door open.

Mom was home.

OOC: Sara Rolls Dexterity + Stealth

Sara hid just out of view, above the stairs. She stayed very quiet as she listened in.

OOC: 21:06, Today: Sara rolled 3 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((4,9,9,10(+6))).

"Hey Babe, How was work?" Sara heard his Dad say, followed by the sound of a kiss on the cheek. Sara crouched down low, silent as a mouse.

Sara kept crouching.

“I want to talk to you about Sara, I’m really worried about her. I think she’s kind of been behaving really bad. I’m really worried that she’ll get herself in trouble. Also with what’s been going on—kids disappearing, it’s crazy. I think we need to either sit her down and talk to her, or try to get her involved in something like the church or maybe sports or something. Something that will keep her focused and out of trouble.” Mom said

Sara rolled her eyes in silence. But here was the interesting part. What would Dad say?
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"Listen, I'm not so sure about that." Dad said. "She's been helping me out a lot while you've been gone at work."

"Well, I'm going to take her to the doctor anyway. You know Suzy? That friend of mine? She said she knows a good psychologist that works with kids. Remember I told you how we were worried about her since the move into town? Well the psychologist knows how to deal with kids and he can talk to Sara. You know she's been doing things around the neighborhood?

Vandalism." Mom said. "One of the neighbors called the other day and said so. He saw Sara breaking things or something. He left a message on the answering machine."

Sara furrows her brow in determination. Let them try.

OOC: Sara chooses one of the following

1) To to try to convince parents calmly not to bring her to a psychologist when the time occurs

2) To get into a verbal fight with her parents when they try to bring her to a psychologist when the time occurs

3) To run away now.

The selection chosen will determine the roll required.

OOC: Run away as in stop eavesdropping? Or run away from home?

OOC: Run away as in run away from home

OOC:  2) To get into a verbal fight with her parents when they try to bring her to a psychologist when the time occurs

OOC: Sara joins thread

Sara: An Appointment With the Doctor