LOG: Dead End

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Who: Abigail (Original), any and all
What: Fleeing from a variety of small crimes.
Where: Market District, Street Markets Day Two
When: 5/20, Morning and Afternoon
Warnings: None?

There are times where no matter how hard she tries, things just don't go her way. She'd thought the open air markets had been a good place a few days ago. She'd lifted money from some people, had food with others, and so despite her normal reservations, she opted to repeat the trip.

First rule of thieving: don't hit the same place twice in a short period of time.

Abby should have remembered that. Today she hasn't. Today is one epic failure after another, and if not for the fact that she needs to eat tonight, she'd probably give up, throw in the towel, and slink back to her safe spot.

Instead she's rushing through the crowd, trying not to get caught by the man searching for her, much less relinquish her pathetic take for the day.

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[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"So you don't have any questions for me, then?" she asks.

[depthlesslock]

'Really? Man, that sucks. Did you get the pastry you were after at least?' he asks.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Only if you actually intend to buy me ice cream. Otherwise I may have to jump out of a moving vehicle."

She isn't liking that side of it.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"I dropped it while running," she pouts. This is infuriating.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"No, I'll still buy you ice cream," she says. They're almost there.

She just--she feels bad, for pushing too much.

[depthlesslock]

He takes one that he brought earlier out of the bag. 'Here.'

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"That I can live with," Abby laughs. "Now... So I get two scoops, right? And one of those chocolate covered cones?"

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Dude, you keep delivering, Hero-man," she giggles, happily taking the pastry.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"With sprinkles or nuts on the cone, if you want them," she says.

Now to figure out how to have a conversation without asking questions.

[depthlesslock]

York chuckles and takes out a pastry for himself. 'You flatter me.'

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"I'd love that," Abby says, undoing her belt and crawling over into the front seat.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"You saved me from potential cops, or worse, thekind of person who takes justice into their own hands."

She's had her share of beatings. Luckily the baker was tall, not bulky.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"And I'm not allowed to ask any more questions," she says. "Which means it's your job."

They're only two blocks from the ice cream parlor anyway. She just wants the kid to feel welcome.

[depthlesslock]

'That asshole certainly looked willing to give you a hiding if he caught you,' he agrees. 'And it's never good to get cops involved.'

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"I said questions won't get you there, not that they can't be asked," she rolls her eyes, settling into the passenger seat, not even buckling up.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"I think it's about time I give up on the open market."

Abby sighs and hesitates before taking off her helmet with one hand so she can bite into the pastry. So good.

[depthlesslock]

'Don't you know to not hit the same place twice in such a short space of time?' he asks, removing his own helmet to eat.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"But they keep getting me into trouble," she teases. "The last guy threatened to knife me." Among other things.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Hey, I'm not dumb," Abby protests around another mouthful. "Last time I hit customers. Today I was hitting merchants."

There is a very specific rules for hitting people, and she follows them.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Do I look like a person who would knife you?"

Yes, but Abby won't admit it.

[depthlesslock]

'Well I'd advise moving to a different market for a couple of weeks,' he says. 'There's one just on the other side of the city centre.'

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Hey, a healthy dose of paranoia can help you stay alive," Oquirrh says.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"It was my plan for tomorrow," she sighs. "Don't know. Maybe I should lay low for a few days."

She's old enough to look into new lines of work too. Ones where people have your back... But the idea makes her shudder. So she just finishes her pastry.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Trust me, I get that," she answers. You had to be paranoid to survive on the streets.

[depthlesslock]

'Good. And yeah, laying low sounds good. You got a stash to keep you covered?' York always had backup food while he was travelling in case he couldn't get money for a meal that day.