91A: A Showcase of Ingenuity.
Oct 9, 2021 5:41:21 GMT
Post by Sylvia and Arata on Oct 9, 2021 5:41:21 GMT
Sylvia makes her way through the crowded Shibuya Crossing, her plain black face mask tight to her face as she observes the people around. It’s the regular crowd, too many people, not enough space, and not enough good marks. She sighs gently before reaching the other side of the gigantic crosswalk and makes her way down some side streets. Perhaps she’ll be able to get a mark by just taking on a small-time cashier… She makes her way over towards a convenience store and slips inside.
“Welcome, welcome!” the cashier says with a happy smile on his face. Sylvia mumbles out a greeting of her own as she wanders the aisles briefly. She shifts her messenger bag forward to allow her easier access to it, and she starts stashing snacks slowly and subtly. She occasionally glances at the cashier, as if judging how much of a pushover he is. The cashier is a fairly average guy, seems to just be happy to be at a job, even if it’s something as slow as a convenience store clerk. She smiles under her mask. Yes, he’ll do just fine. She grabs something to use as bait, just a random candy bar, and walks up to the counter.
“Slow day?” She asks, while the cashier scans the item.
“Had a small rush earlier, with the Crossing.” He replies honestly.
Sylvia grins under her mask and leans forward, hands kept firmly in her pockets. “...Good. Cash. Now.” She says, widening her stance a little.
“What?” The cashier’s eyes widen and he looks her over… With Sylvia’s hands in her pockets, there’s no telling if she actually has a weapon or not. She doesn’t, but that’s the bluff she’s pulling.
“You heard me. Hand over the cash.” She shifts her hands in her pockets, as if gripping something. The cashier starts to sweat a little and he nods as he opens up the cash register. “...and put it in a bag.” She adds, to which the cashier stammers an affirmation as he does so. Once he’s done, he sets the bag on the counter, and she takes it (and her candy bar). “Thank you so very much, cashier-san.” She says with heavy sarcasm dripping off her words like venom as she places the plastic bag of cash into her messenger bag. She then bows deeply in mocking respect before sliding her way out the door and disappearing into the midday’s light… Leaving the poor cashier to collapse to his knees behind the counter. “N-Not again…”
Sylvia makes her way to her third nearest hiding spot. If the man calls the cops, she wanted to be nowhere near the area. She munches on her candy bar as she goes though before tossing the wrapper away in a trash can. She was a delinquent, not an environmental monster. ...Well, not yet, says the narrator ominously.
She sets herself up under the dangling side roof of a shop, behind their trash can, and starts sorting out the cash she’s acquired, and then slotting the bag elsewhere in her pack. Always keep what you might be able to use. That was the rule on the street… She sighs and digs around a bit more before pulling out a sewing kit and a needle, setting to work repairing part of her sleeve. It had gotten caught on something earlier, before her attempted robbery, and repairing it now means that it can’t be used to identify her at a glance. She gently hums a little song as she works, to help her focus on making sure that she’s making her repair as clean as possible.
She gently shifts and her back scrapes against the wall of the store, causing her to hiss out in pain for a moment. She pauses in her repair work, to refocus on the present. That hurt. A lot. But it still didn’t hurt nearly as much as the memory she almost lost herself in feeling the pain. She takes a deep breath and hyperfocuses her attention on her sleeve… before resuming her sewing. This wasn’t what was going to ruin her perfect repairs.
After about an hour, she’s made sure her repair is perfect, and she cuts the thread with her teeth. With a satisfied nod, she packs up her kit and dons her jacket once more, able to rest against the wall of the shop with less concern for causing herself pain. She suddenly hears police sirens in the air and she snaps to attention. Which way were they going? No, no, they were definitely approaching. She gets up and scoots her way further down her little alley and ducks around the back of the shop, fleeing further out away from her mark. One benefit to being homeless and only having what you can carry -- You can flee at a moment’s notice.
She ducks her way around back alleys until she can no longer hear the sirens and she takes a breath as she leans against a wall. At least it was a relatively cool day, so her now overheating body will return to normal soon. She giggles quietly to herself. “Oh man, it’s been a while since someone actually had the balls to call the cops… "Oh well…” She murmurs, before she sets off into the streets once more.
It’s a shame really, she could have had a much more productive life ahead of her, but instead she’s a delinquent, a petty criminal, and victim… But at least she refuses to let herself be a victim in her day to day life. She briefly considers if this is really the life she wants to live, but it isn’t like she has much choice. There isn’t another world for her to retreat to, there isn’t enough money that she can grab with petty schemes like this to get a house, let alone a proper job. There isn’t enough time for her to do much of anything except sulk, fight, and steal.
But that all might change… Some day soon.
(Requested Reward: Posts please. Also, this MPC is canon.)
“Welcome, welcome!” the cashier says with a happy smile on his face. Sylvia mumbles out a greeting of her own as she wanders the aisles briefly. She shifts her messenger bag forward to allow her easier access to it, and she starts stashing snacks slowly and subtly. She occasionally glances at the cashier, as if judging how much of a pushover he is. The cashier is a fairly average guy, seems to just be happy to be at a job, even if it’s something as slow as a convenience store clerk. She smiles under her mask. Yes, he’ll do just fine. She grabs something to use as bait, just a random candy bar, and walks up to the counter.
“Slow day?” She asks, while the cashier scans the item.
“Had a small rush earlier, with the Crossing.” He replies honestly.
Sylvia grins under her mask and leans forward, hands kept firmly in her pockets. “...Good. Cash. Now.” She says, widening her stance a little.
“What?” The cashier’s eyes widen and he looks her over… With Sylvia’s hands in her pockets, there’s no telling if she actually has a weapon or not. She doesn’t, but that’s the bluff she’s pulling.
“You heard me. Hand over the cash.” She shifts her hands in her pockets, as if gripping something. The cashier starts to sweat a little and he nods as he opens up the cash register. “...and put it in a bag.” She adds, to which the cashier stammers an affirmation as he does so. Once he’s done, he sets the bag on the counter, and she takes it (and her candy bar). “Thank you so very much, cashier-san.” She says with heavy sarcasm dripping off her words like venom as she places the plastic bag of cash into her messenger bag. She then bows deeply in mocking respect before sliding her way out the door and disappearing into the midday’s light… Leaving the poor cashier to collapse to his knees behind the counter. “N-Not again…”
Sylvia makes her way to her third nearest hiding spot. If the man calls the cops, she wanted to be nowhere near the area. She munches on her candy bar as she goes though before tossing the wrapper away in a trash can. She was a delinquent, not an environmental monster. ...Well, not yet, says the narrator ominously.
She sets herself up under the dangling side roof of a shop, behind their trash can, and starts sorting out the cash she’s acquired, and then slotting the bag elsewhere in her pack. Always keep what you might be able to use. That was the rule on the street… She sighs and digs around a bit more before pulling out a sewing kit and a needle, setting to work repairing part of her sleeve. It had gotten caught on something earlier, before her attempted robbery, and repairing it now means that it can’t be used to identify her at a glance. She gently hums a little song as she works, to help her focus on making sure that she’s making her repair as clean as possible.
She gently shifts and her back scrapes against the wall of the store, causing her to hiss out in pain for a moment. She pauses in her repair work, to refocus on the present. That hurt. A lot. But it still didn’t hurt nearly as much as the memory she almost lost herself in feeling the pain. She takes a deep breath and hyperfocuses her attention on her sleeve… before resuming her sewing. This wasn’t what was going to ruin her perfect repairs.
After about an hour, she’s made sure her repair is perfect, and she cuts the thread with her teeth. With a satisfied nod, she packs up her kit and dons her jacket once more, able to rest against the wall of the shop with less concern for causing herself pain. She suddenly hears police sirens in the air and she snaps to attention. Which way were they going? No, no, they were definitely approaching. She gets up and scoots her way further down her little alley and ducks around the back of the shop, fleeing further out away from her mark. One benefit to being homeless and only having what you can carry -- You can flee at a moment’s notice.
She ducks her way around back alleys until she can no longer hear the sirens and she takes a breath as she leans against a wall. At least it was a relatively cool day, so her now overheating body will return to normal soon. She giggles quietly to herself. “Oh man, it’s been a while since someone actually had the balls to call the cops… "Oh well…” She murmurs, before she sets off into the streets once more.
It’s a shame really, she could have had a much more productive life ahead of her, but instead she’s a delinquent, a petty criminal, and victim… But at least she refuses to let herself be a victim in her day to day life. She briefly considers if this is really the life she wants to live, but it isn’t like she has much choice. There isn’t another world for her to retreat to, there isn’t enough money that she can grab with petty schemes like this to get a house, let alone a proper job. There isn’t enough time for her to do much of anything except sulk, fight, and steal.
But that all might change… Some day soon.
(Requested Reward: Posts please. Also, this MPC is canon.)
