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]

"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.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

When it's so far between meals, you learn to eat as much as you can. Fill up, because it has to last you. Lots of calories, and hell, build up some fat. Most people have some fat. A bit of meat on your bones look less like a thief.

"We good then?" Abby asks.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Don't see why we wouldn't be," she said. "Just need to get take out bag thingies."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"You need help carrying this stuff home?" Abby asks. Maybe she can get paid in some of the leftovers if she helps Roxy.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Shouldn't I be askin' you that? I think we got through most of the stuff that would go bad quick," Roxy said, looking everything over.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

Abby stares at Roxy for a bit, trying to process that comment. The only answer she can come up with is, "I... don't really have a home."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"....thought I wasn't serious 'bout the leftovers? You still have somewhere you're staying, right?" She asked.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Yeah, but no fridge," Abby points out. Or microwave. She lives off things that don't need either. Or what she can steal to feed herself with.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Can't do anything 'bout the microwave, but everything is cooked through. We could get ya a cooler though. Help it last a lil longer," Roxy said thoughtfully.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

This is actually happening, and Abby doesn't know how to make sense of it.

"I... okay," Abby says, voice quiet and nervous. She can make a run back to her hole to store the food, or find somewhere on the street to stash it before she heads home for the day.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Roxy was quiet a few moments, studying her. "Sometimes....people can just be kind. Can be hard to believe someone wants to help, but some people are just like that. Nothing wrong with humorin' 'em."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"That isn't how Gulch works," Abby counters. "A lot of years I've been on the streets. That isn't how it works."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Maybe a lot of people aren't, but plenty are. So far, I've met more kind people here than unkind," she said. And so many talk about how dangerous others are. It was kind if funny.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"You've been lucky," Abby answers. "You don't get to see how the poor are treated."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"I see a lot of how the system screws 'em," she said. "But not a lot on the homeless front."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Homeless is a death sentence," Abby explains simply. "Nothing really changes that but luck. Those of us who survive, claw for it every step of the way. And even then there's a ticking time bomb around our necks."

Abby reaches up and taps her helmet.

Eventually she's going to have to try to steal or find a new one, lest she die.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Sounds familiar," Roxy murmured. "So could I offer to get ya a new one without it being a whole Thing?"

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"You're kidding, right?" Abby rolls her eyes. "It would be a HUGE thing. Like, monumental."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Not what she met, but. "Then let's make it a thing."