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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[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Abby can't help but meep in shock at the sound of fighting. She moves so she can peek out of the back just a little and...

WOW! That small lady has the guy doubled over and almost on his knees.

"Wh-what?" the man gasps as he falls to his knees.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Okay, now for the part that she's even better at.

Running.

She sprints to the jeep, clambers into the driver's seat, and starts the ignition. "Seatbelt," she calls to the girl in the back.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"You think it's safe for me to pop my head up where he can see it?" Abby asks, still laying in the back.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Oquirrh heads out into traffic. "If he touches my jeep, I'll hit him with it," she says. "You're okay."

Never mind that she promised Louisiana she wouldn't. She's angry enough to do it. Besides, she's almost out of the arterial street and onto the main road. Moron will have no idea where they went.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Abby hesitates for a while before popping up and getting into the back seat and buckling up. She hasn't been in a moving car before. This is exciting.

"Thanks for helping. Just... get me to a major street and drop me?"

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"You sure?" Oquirrh asks, adjusting her rear-view mirror to check on her passenger. "You look like you've had a rough day. The kind that calls for ice cream or something."

She can't just drop the kid off, not right after an incident like that. She remembers being vulnerable and shaken and very much alone. And who doesn't like ice cream?

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Ice cream?" she asks, excited. He hasn't been able to have ice cream in years. It's a frivolity she hasn't had in too long. Can't afford.

"Can we really? I like the kind where it's buttery and there are nuts in it and it's salty too?"

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Butter pecan?" Oquirrh asks. "That's one of my favorites!" Right up there with pralines and cream.

That's it. They're getting ice cream. She queues her navigation program to find an ice cream shop. Supposedly there's a vendor about two miles away. Not bad. She sets the location on her HUD and heads in that direction.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Is that what it's called?" Abby asks, smiling in her helmet and leaning forward. "I want two scoops. Lots of it."

Because the next chance could be so very far away.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"That makes two of us," Oquirrh says. "So, what's your name?"

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Jessie," she lies, coming up with the name on the spot. That last thief called her Abby and hell if she's going to let someone get that close again.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Jessie, huh?" Probably not, but she understands why. "I'm Oquirrh. That guy give you trouble before?"

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Nope," Abby answers with a sigh. "Completely new problem."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Well hopefully he leaves you alone now." One mile to go. "What'd you do to make him so mad?"

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Well, the woman helped her so... "I may... have stolen a pair of micro cameras from his stall. Low end stuff, but, hey, still good money."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Good money," Oquirrh agrees. "But not enough to justify what he would have done."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"You're wrong," Abby counters. Those cameras will feed her for days if she can get a fair pawn on them.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Guys like him are bullies, Jessie. We both know what would have happened if he had caught you." He could have easily ended her career as a street thief.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Girl's gotta eat," she counters. Clearly this lady doesn't get the streets. She's got theories but they're wrong.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I'm not saying it's not worth the risk," Oquirrh says. "How many days will you be able to eat after pawning those? I'm saying it's why I helped you instead of him."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Long enough, especially if she supplements it with her usual thefts. "Not your business, way I see it."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"No," she says. "It's not. Sorry. I've been told I'm too curious for my own good."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Probably are," she answers. "Questions don't get you anywhere."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

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