@armtecharchangel
Clara was sure that she’d been this tired before, but wasn’t entirely certain of that, thanks to how tired she was. Was that paradoxical of her to say? Maybe, but she didn’t particularly care. All she knew was that her feet ached, she was light-headed, and just looking forward to being able to sleep in for once. Still, being tired didn’t keep her from wanting to stay safe, so it was with pepper spray in hand that she was walking home, glancing about rather often to try and see if anyone was coming at her.
But to her chagrin, she looked the wrong way at just the right moment, and felt a sting across her right hand, almost like...a slap? She wasn’t quite able to register what it was before she heard the clink of her pepper spray on the ground, and by that point a hand had already closed tight around her wrist.
Shit.
It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds later that she found herself pressed up agains the brick wall of an alley, cheek and chest held tight against the cold stone. With one arm twisted behind her back, the other extended as she felt her purse being removed from her person, Clara did what little she could to struggle, even if that meant wriggling helplessly.
“ Good of you to make an effort, miss, but you really oughta know better than to be walkin’ by yourself so late. ”
Clara didn’t respond, just thrashed a little harder before being pressed tighter into the wall, the rough edges scraping at her cheek and her bared legs. Stupid short waitress uniform. She ought to have changed before leaving, but who expected a mugging? Not her, even though she should. Damn Park Row.
“ Don’t worry, though. Ed’s nearly done goin’ through your purse, so just stay still, yeah? ”
Oh yeah. Today was a great day.
