but you know what they say about me

[unregenerate]

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.

Comments

[lightgunhustler]

Meg's about to make a break for it. It's not hard to read the signs, but if Jo were to chase after her now, it would mean a knock-down drag-out fight out on the street surrounded by pedestrians. Someone could get seriously hurt if they're not careful, and she doesn't trust Meg to be mindful of that kind of thing. The only person she wants to see hurt is Meg.

But just letting her make a clean getaway... no. Not likely. It might not do much to slow her down, but Jo barrels towards to try and get in one last hit before Meg can dash. If she jets anyway, she'll have no choice but to pursue, but it won't be easy -- Meg doesn't care about bystanders and will run through the crowds, but Jo will have to take the higher road and avoid making contact with civilians if she wants to do this right, and you either do it right, or you don't do it at all.

"No kiss. Raincheck?" Jo asks dryly, eyes narrowed as she takes a swing. Still, Meg is close to the exit of the alley -- the chances of Jo keeping her here for much longer are slim.

Damn it.

[unregenerate]

Being the arch nemesis to a do gooder type like Jo means Meg has special insight to how the blonde works. Namely, that getting herself lost in a crowd is a good way to get out of any hairy situations.

The hit connects, knocking Meg to the ground and sliding back a few feet. All she has to do is turn around real quick, sprint into the crowd. She can't just go without saying good bye, though.

"Just as good as a kiss," she reaches up, hand working at her jaw a little before she gives Jo a smile. There's some blood in her mouth, where she'd bitten her cheek from the hit, but she doesn't bother to wipe it away. "Maybe next time it can get a little dirty, we can put on a good show. Your boyfriend might be interested."

And before Jo has a chance to retaliate, Meg wiggles her fingers in farewell and ducks out into the sea of people, taking advantage of her special set of skills (and her luck) to make sure she avoids being caught.