Jul 30, 2019 8:34:19 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2019 8:34:19 GMT
One of the--many--disadvantages to being homeless was not having a secure place to keep what small amount of shit you managed to have safe. Most street folks kept their things with them in bulky backpacks or stolen shopping carts they pushed from dumpster to sleeping place. The downside to those is it seriously limited ones ability to move quickly and unencumbered, two things that the thieves relied heavily on. Scrap was no different. Some tried to hide their valuables, which worked on a hit or miss basis. It only took one person finding it and all of your hard work for the last several weeks was gone. Scrap preferred to split her assets. Her more agile form allowed her easier access to hard to reach places and she squirreled away her belongings in a dozen of them throughout the city. If one or got was discovered, it sucked, but it wouldn't ruin her.
And it did happen on occasion that she would return to one of her hiding holes to find her things missing. What had never happened before was interrupting the noisy bastard. So when she finally reached the top floor of the abandoned department building, she found herself frozen and gawking stupidly at the form in one of her sanctuaries. Not only were they on the right floor and in her room, but they were even digging through the corner of boxes to where she stashed some of her stuff. Blue-green eyes sized them up quickly as she weighed her options. Her initial response was indignation and anger, but survival instinct stamped that down until she could assess her intruder. No obvious weapon, no gang tattoos that she could see, and they weren't much bigger than her. Well then. She pulled up the hood of her light jacket and deepened her voice. "Hey!"
To her satisfaction they jumped like they'd been shocked, flinching guiltily away, but not before they had her bag in their grimy little hands. Apparently, they weren't willing to risk her being armed either, since they turned and bolted for the window--now broken thanks to them--and out onto the fire escape. Not willing to give her shit up that easily, Scrap gave chase.
Unfortunately, the bastard was just as wily as she was and while they weren't leaving her in the dust, she was not gaining on them either. Down the four stories to the alley below, she expected that once they reached the ground, they would bolt from the alley and out into the street. So it was with some great surprise that once she stood from dropping to the alley floor, they were waiting there. Blue-green eyes narrowed as she caught her breath. "Done being chased? Good. How about you give me my shit back?" She raised herself to her full height, tilting her jaw up in confidence as she continued speaking in a deeper voice. If this guy wanted to tangle, she was up for it. That was until she was made aware that he wasn't alone. Apparently, he had a couple of friends waiting around for him....
And it did happen on occasion that she would return to one of her hiding holes to find her things missing. What had never happened before was interrupting the noisy bastard. So when she finally reached the top floor of the abandoned department building, she found herself frozen and gawking stupidly at the form in one of her sanctuaries. Not only were they on the right floor and in her room, but they were even digging through the corner of boxes to where she stashed some of her stuff. Blue-green eyes sized them up quickly as she weighed her options. Her initial response was indignation and anger, but survival instinct stamped that down until she could assess her intruder. No obvious weapon, no gang tattoos that she could see, and they weren't much bigger than her. Well then. She pulled up the hood of her light jacket and deepened her voice. "Hey!"
To her satisfaction they jumped like they'd been shocked, flinching guiltily away, but not before they had her bag in their grimy little hands. Apparently, they weren't willing to risk her being armed either, since they turned and bolted for the window--now broken thanks to them--and out onto the fire escape. Not willing to give her shit up that easily, Scrap gave chase.
Unfortunately, the bastard was just as wily as she was and while they weren't leaving her in the dust, she was not gaining on them either. Down the four stories to the alley below, she expected that once they reached the ground, they would bolt from the alley and out into the street. So it was with some great surprise that once she stood from dropping to the alley floor, they were waiting there. Blue-green eyes narrowed as she caught her breath. "Done being chased? Good. How about you give me my shit back?" She raised herself to her full height, tilting her jaw up in confidence as she continued speaking in a deeper voice. If this guy wanted to tangle, she was up for it. That was until she was made aware that he wasn't alone. Apparently, he had a couple of friends waiting around for him....
