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]

"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.

[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.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

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

[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.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

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

[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.

[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.