entrancelogs | but you know what they say about me

Who: Meg & various (closed)
Where: Throughout the town
When: The 21st-23rd.
Rating: R for language I'm sure
Summary: Meg is a general pest
The Story:

As usual, she's on the prowl.

It doesn't matter if it's in her own apartment building, or an alleyway a few blocks down. Meg is a silent witness to many things - or she would be if she knew how to keep her mouth shut.

Silence was lame, anyway.

There is this instinctual need to know what's going on at all times. Her fingers are also a little sticky, swiping a prized possession here or a few bills from someone's wallet when they bump into her on the street.

This doesn't mean she's particularly good at what she does. Luck is her very best friend, so close she's able to manipulate it just the slightest. Make someone fumble with their keys if she's inside their house snooping around, or make that light drizzle a complete downpour when she needs a quick getaway.

This is probably more of an annoyance to others than something to fear, but it keeps her alive. That's all that matters in her mind.

And so, she can be seen around town. Throwing out comments and, in general, being a pest that just can't be squashed.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The thing about being a superhero--about putting together a Super Cool Vigilante Detective Agency with your best friend--was that you weren't usually fighting supervillains. Usually, it was thugs who stole old ladies purses, metaphorically and occasionally literally. This was a case of the latter, and Scott, who was busy dealing with actual supervillains, passed the case off to his trusty sidekick, the Spark. Who would groan about being called a sidekick until the end of time, but money was money.

So he was supposed to be looking for a big gangster or something. Someone who just screamed "I belong in Lego Batman as canon fodder", not an evil mastermind. And it's when he's making his way through the city, using his still nigh-unexplainable powers to jump from building to building, he spots a woman reach forward and grab, with almost no pretense, a wallet and what looked like an incredibly expensive watch, from someone's purse. For a minute, he's almost gobsmacked at the fact that the person didn't notice, and then, he's yelling, "Hey--hey, stop right there!" and scrambling to try and catch her. It's rare enough your perpetrator falls into your lap--let alone that she (she!) ends up being entirely different than what you were expecting.

Doesn't make it even remotely close to an easy catch, though. (Maybe it would help if Stiles learned how to be subtle, but no one ever said a spark was that.)

It was out of boredom, really, when she snatched the wallet and watch. She usually goes for bigger game, but it's a slow day and why the hell not? The guy was practically asking for it, his attire and lost expression screaming 'Tourist' to everyone within a five mile radius.

Meg hears the call, but she ignores it. It's easy enough to get lost in the crowd, especially when she's being pursued by someone who doesn't seem keen on keeping his presence hidden. Something stops her from trying to completely lose herself in the sea of people.

A good way to kill boredom is to play a game, no? A little cat and mouse never hurt anyone.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she smirks at him as she side steps behind an old lady, quickly ducking down to keep herself from drawing too much attention when she trips the woman. The ensuing ruckus makes her chuckle and she pops her head back up after she's made it through the ring of people surrounding the woman, taking a quick glance back at the guy.

Is he...she has to pause as she watches him travel. It's not exactly rare to see people scaling buildings with ease, but he seems to be winging it a little too well for her liking.

Okay, backup plan. She trots over to the subway, slipping past a group of loud teenage girls so she can get down in the tunnel.

but you know what they say about me

fluffs feathers and makes a nest in here

yes good >:]