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]

"Not taking it," Abby insists. "Because people like you, shit, I try calling and next thing I know I'm being lured in and you're selling me to slavers. Not happening."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"You don't know slavery until you've lived in Sidewinder," Oquirrh says, her voice dangerously low. "And I would never do that. Not to anyone."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"What you say and do are two different things," Abby points out.

"Now, I'm gonna take my ice cream and get out of here. And if you follow, I'll so totally scream."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Good luck to you," Oquirrh says. She sits back to enjoy her sundae.

She tried, and that's what counts, right?