@cosmiccharged
LIKE ANY CITY, this one too had its share of punks looking to ruin someone’s day. she wasn’t much for it-- the whole ‘getting cornered and hassled for the paper in her wallet or whatever glam she happened to be wearing at the time so they could make a quick hundred bucks’. not to mention her most recent encounter with helplessness had left a bad taste in her mouth.
that wouldn’t be happening again.
dressed in her civvies, she had dared make a stop along the street lined with stalls, examining the contents of one in particular; hot dogs, french fries, burgers, soda-- she wasn’t about to be fussy, she was starving. luckily, the few dollars she had was enough for a hot dog.
“--with mustard, please.” she added to her order somewhat sheepishly, and the clerk complied.
when he’d handed it over, she’d been about to take a bite, before something collided with her arm, jostling her. the hot dog hit the pavement, and she whipped around to glare daggers at whoever had just cost her a decent lunch.
“hey!”
a guy, and he was running, tailed by desperate shouts-- something about a ‘bag’ and ‘stop that guy’. she knew the drill, and without wasting another second, she was in pursuit. he deserved the hell he was about to get.







