🗧* ⭒ ᣟᣟ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : TALOS , @descorts
what was that saying? it's only a gambling problem if you lose. since the fire at stoneage that killed one francesca, the other just can't keep out of trouble. she's supposed to be laying low. the pretender is a snake in the grass, not the girl wearing designer on 8th street.
it became a problem when she felt a weapon on her flank. she nearly gasped, her human proclivities kicking in, but she snapped her mouth shut. cameras were everything in new york. it's why muggings like this became a lot more ... interesting. her would - be robber was wearing a neon mask, and it projected many faces back at her, many voices demanded her purse.
" i don't carry physical money. " strange that stoneage had a training class for this situation. or, just sad, actually. " i am a replicant commissioned for use by stoneage industries. " but the faceless man stiffened. he was saying something she didn't quite hear, but she knew her approach wasn't working. " please. " her voice was higher than it was meant to be, and she flinched at herself. francesca knew she was afraid by the shaking of her pale fingertips in the moonlight, but she didn't know that she was so riled she would break character.