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.

Comments

[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.

[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]

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

Yes, but Abby won't admit it.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

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

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

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

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I believe you," Oquirrh says. "I was on the streets too, for a time." Until the woman who found her robbing her garage took her in and turned her life around.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Yeah, well, that's common enough in Gulch."

She knows lots of kids on the streets. They'd as soon stab you in the back for some food than anything else. She has to be careful not to let other kids find her safe hole.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"It is," Oquirrh whispers. And she can't help them all.

They're here. She parks the car outside the ice cream parlor and hopes they have butter pecan.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Abby bounces out of the vehicle. It was sorta fun.

She grins as she rushes for the airlock. Ice cream! She's going to have ice cream. She could actually dance.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Smiling, Oquirrh follows her. She's doing what she can, anyway. The airlock can't cycle fast enough.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Abby keeps bouncing, grinning like mad in her helmet until the airlock is done and she pushes into the ice cream parlor, pulling off her helmet. As bad as today is, it's also awesome. "Can I have a cherry on top?"

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"We can ask," Oquirrh says. "And if they have whipped cream, I might even have to get one."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"What's whipped cream?" Abby asks, pausing to look at Oquirrh in confusion.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"It's--" She thinks for a minute. "It's like ice cream but lighter and more fluffy." She points at the image of a sundae on a poster. "That decorative white stuff, see?"

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Why?" Abby asks, frowning at the poster. Why is this a thing?

"What does it taste like?"

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"It's kind of like vanilla ice cream," Oquirrh says. "Here, I'll get a sundae and you can try some. What kind of cone did you want?"

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"That sounds okay. And like I said, I want one with chocolate on it," Abby grins, bouncing to the counter. She giggles as she looks at the display of ice creams. "Is that the one I want?"