[IC] Gotham (TheaSong and rivaan)

[TheaSong]

"Twenty bucks."
"Come on, man, it's worth fourty."
"Final offer."
"Fine."
Ferret traded the watch he'd found in a dumpster for a wrinkled, dirty twenty and slunk out of the pawn shop. Glancing both ways quickly, he slipped in the small gap between the pawn shop and laundromat and jogged down the slightly wider alley. When he got to the wall, he scrambled up it and slid down the other side. Using some of the money to buy a greasy burger from a shack on the other side of the street, he slipped the change into one of the pockets of his ragged coat and put the burger into the knapsack on his back. Wanting to get below the surface streets, he slunk along the shadows of the severe gray buildings and avoided contact with any other people going about their business. When he came to a row of dumpsters, he crawled behind one and settled down to eat.

He was dressed as if someone put together a bunch of old rags and sewed them together with twine, which is actually how some of his clothes were made. His hair was overgrown and dirty, and the cloth that covered his lower face, neck, and chest made it almost impossible to see what he looked like. All in all, he was completely forgettable, and that was the way he liked it.

[rivaan]

"Yes, sir... thank you." Lilliane quietly spoke, head lightly tilted forwards, giving this bowed look as she nodded to the obese man in front of her. That was her boss and she absolutely hated him. Lily worked as a as general worker in a grocery store chain and this man was the guy who ran this store. Her tasks here varied widely from day to day, but since they were constantly understaffed to limit expenses, the guy was making a lot of money since he made them work harder while keeping the money that would usually be spend on more workers. He had friends in the rest of the stores that allowed him to hide it from the people who actually owned the entire thing, so as long as the profits stood as they should be, he was scott free to do whatever. She was one of the about dozen workers here and she was tired, overworked every day. Still it was one of the few places that had agreed to hire her and he did so by cutting her pay even more.

She was currently obediently waiting for her salary to be given and he was instead berating her and abusing her psychologically. He liked to do so, but she wasn't breaking. After a while, a few indirect insinuations, a few not so veiled ones and a lot of shouting, he tossed the envelope with her salary to her. It was lighter than what it should be, but she was used to it. With all her willpower she walked out normally out of his office and headed to the changing rooms in the back of the big store. She took off her uniform there and by the time she began walking towards the staff entrance on the back, she was already shuffling her feet tiredly. It had been a 12 hour shift... 12 hours of night shift that had somehow gotten even more stretched out since it was well into the day now.

Just as she reached the back entrnace, there was a big crash, sound of broken glass and shouts as something was apparently happening. Chances were that it was a store robbery, but given the chaos it was more likely that one of the many 'villains' was on a rampage. A rather regular thing in Gotham. She had no idea who it was and didn't really care. Happening across events like this was the norm in this blasted city. So she just walked out hte door, leaving the chaos behind and with a tired shuffle walked onwards, following the back alleyway towards her destination. She had to stop by the bank to deposit her salary. The sounds of battle, crumbling concrete and police sirens barely registered with her. Maybe... she should see if she could move to Metropolis...

[TheaSong]

Ferret heard the sound of destruction coming from behind, and he looked out from behind the dumpster, debating whether to risk staying hidden close by or to run to safety further away. He didn't want to get close to any of the villians wreaking havok. That was his method, avoid the mess, pick through the aftermath for supplies. He decided to book it. He slipped out and jogged quickly away from the noise. He ran past a woman who seemed to be taking her time, and hissed, "Hurry, they always fan out. You're in the line of fire."

[rivaan]

Lily was barely moving honestly. A body that kept healing and regenerating didn't mean she was a boundless wellspring of energy. After over 14 hours of being on foot, working heavy lifting work, no time to have meals or rest, she was about as dead on her feet as one could be. At this point she was way beyond giving any care to what happens with the villains and 'heroes'... Not like she wouldn't be dragged into it if somebowdy wanted her to be. The tracker on her ankle meant her locations were always known to the Gotham PD.

To her susrprise somebody was calling out to her to hurry it up. She looked up at the man. She didn't recognize him, wondered why she cared. Gotham was not a city where most people survived if they cared for others. He also ahd that peculiar looks about him that suggested one of hte many denizens that weren't officially existing in the city aka the city rats/homeless population. Struggling to walk a bi faster, she made her way over to the other side down the alleyway, making way away from the huge grocery store just in time as one of the walls burst in a shower of concrete, bricks adn chunks of the metal shelving used inside. From it came forth a trio of Joker dressed hoodlums that were waving guns about and having a firefight with presumably the police. By this point she had managed to reach the end of the alleyway and the corner of the building leading to the streets proper.

She barely managed to turn the corner before everything turned black for a moment and she just lurched forward, leaning on the nearby wall and sitting down on some stairs." Hey, thank you for the warning... Most wouldn't bother." She told the man who had decided to provide some measure of help even if it was just a warning. The gunshots echoing from the alleyway turned hectic as screams about 'the bat' began. It wasn't hard to figure out what was happening in the alleyway right now.