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

[depthlesslock]

'That's true. Both of those are true, you're very cute.' He finishes his pastry and reaches out to boop her on the nose. 'Hygienic too.'

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Abby giggles, backing off a bit before putting on her helmet.

"Thanks a lot, hero-man."

[depthlesslock]

'It's York,' he corrects, donning his own helmet. 'But I'm not gonna complain if you want to call me "hero-man".'

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Sure it is, Hero-man," she laughs, walking away.

[depthlesslock]

York grins, shaking his head. 'See you around, kid.'