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

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Box it away, box it away, already cried on Omega in a park, she needed composure.

"It's....hard to break habits. Hard to not be suspicious, but I'm glad I could help. Everyone should have some peeps they can trust."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"I haven't had a friend to trust in a while," Abby mumbles as she finishes the last of the chips. This all makes her nervous.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

She may not be ready for this.

No, she's definitely not ready for this.

But if there's one thing she's good at, it's putting on a strong facade. Make the big things appear little, and the pointless things like big deals, and she was in control.

"Well...if there's one thing I am, it's trust worthy. Do shady as fuck things, but I'd rather throw myself off a building with no landin' strategy than betray someone's trust," she said. It was true, at least. That was always true. She didn't stab people in the back, no matter what, and even if she couldn't deal with friendship, she could promise that.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Thanks," Abby whispers, but her smile is wide and genuine, and she does reach across to lay her hand briefly on Roxy's. "At the best least for saving me and then feeding me."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Roxy smiles, moving her hand to squeeze Abby's reassuringly. "Anytime." She said.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Yeah, like she's going to let herself rely on someone like that. But hey, it is what it is so she just nods and lets her hand be squeezed. "You got it, Ninja."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

She's fairly sure Abby won't rely on her fully. Gog knows she wouldn't. She hasn't despite all the numerous offers.

But if Abby was willing to reach out for help and needed someone, then that was good enough.

"Man, beating me at the nick game, I'll have to play catch up soon," she said.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Game?" Abby asks, frowning. "Thing is, on the streets, you only give your name when you trust someone. Nicknames happen. Like O and Necklace and Hero-Man and Giant."

He mother called her Gail. She likes that name. Doesn't use it.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Sadly when you have bright pink eyes, ya stand out so hiding your name dun do much," she said with a shrug. "Nicknames do just happen, at least did with my friends. And their family. Not so much with others."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"You know... helmets help cover that sort of problem easily," Abby points out. "Hides my insane cuteness really easily."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Which is the advantage here. Headgear wasn't as....safe back home," she said with a grimace. It was still hard getting used to always wearing it.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"And here I'd thought Charon would be pretty universal," Abby laughs. "Good to know the corporate asses don't rule everywhere. I hear there are planets that barely even known the company exists."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Oh no, corporate asses still rule, its just not Charon. Though I'm p suspicious of them too. Never trust anyone with stuff that close to monopoly," she said. "Helmets just weren't needed like they are here."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Charon isn't the only company, just the best," Abby counters. She pokes her own helmet. Really cheap, non-Charon made. Effectively just a mobile filter with voicemail. "All the good stuff is Charon."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"And that's why they shouldn't be trusted," Roxy said. Maybe she's a bit paranoid.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"That isn't how it works," Abby laughs, sitting up straighter as the waitress returns with plates of food.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Roxy shrugged. But better to not go on her corporate conspiracy theories, she supposes. Especially in the face of FOOD. "What do ya wanna try first?"

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Everything. Duh!" Abby laughs, moving to take her fork and regard the mass of food.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Roxy smiled, looking rather pleased and delaying in her own eating. It was good to see someone else enjoying food.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"This is all so good!" Abby says around a mouthful of something called Spanish rice.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"It is p good," Roxy said, finally grabbing a fork to eat some herself. Not as fast as Abby though, and mostly focusing on what would be easily perishable.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"This is so good," Abby laughs, this time in the refried beans. She wishes she could eat like this all the time. Roxy is so lucky to eat like this.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Seems like a favorite. Heard 'bout it a lot in movies and stuff too," she said. She is pretty lucky. It's still so weird to think how freely she COULD eat now.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Abby eats until she's full, and then keeps eating after too. This is just two fucking awesome.

"Thank you, Rox."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"You're welcome, Abby," she said, having stopped eating a bit ago. It's always hard for her to eat too much when it could be spread out.