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 Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 10:10 pm
The city was not her favorite place to be but it did have it's up points every now and then. She could go and hang out and Catch Em All, or get in the occasional fight and there were some interesting things to see but over all it was still not the place that Mitja would choose to be. However she was sent into the city to drop off some samples and collect some supplies for her trainer. Every now and then she hated the fact that she did care for that scatterbrained anti-social geologist.
Dressed in a thick leather jacket and matching pants she appeared more like a young man than a young woman. She had a old timey western style bag at her hip carrying the samples she would be delivering. She was wandering down the down town area her manner of walking rather boyish as well. She had an air of indifferent confidence as she turned and started to head down alleys. She knew that it could be more risky but it was lots quicker.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 10:31 pm
Tugging and tightening the bandages kept securely at his forearms, Trace readjusted the clasp that held the ribbony wrappings in place. By now, they only just came up short to the halfway point from his wrists to his elbows, having had to have been used for injuries here and there, scattered amongst his small gang to patch them up; it was the best way to keep medical supplies at the ready at all times. Between rival gang attacks, mishaps, near-death experiences... and stupid mistakes... their supplies were quickly dwindling. Not only that, but Trace had the sinking suspicion that they'd likely need more of it soon, with how things had been progressing for all of them lately. He hated that feeling, but he was merely being a realist about it.
He fussed a bit with the bandage about his head, obscuring the eye injury, as it was becoming an irritant -- it felt like it was a little too loose, but he didn't want to have to ask for help with it again. It was probably just as secure as it was hours ago, he just needed to get used to it.
However, unused medical supplies weren't the easiest of loot to run across in the downtown area. Trace expected to have to steal some, but if he could get his hands on some he just needed to scrub a little, that would do fine. His ears flattened a bit as he rocked back off the edge of an open dumpster, hopping outside it and back onto his feet. No surprise, no luck.
Taking the corner much too sharply, Trace nearly collided with a teen, dressed much too nicely to be found in the back alleys of the city. "S-Sorry," his words were fumbled, and then silenced upon Mitja's unexpected appearance. It took the boy by surprise to see anyone back there, at least that he didn't recognize. This wasn't against the guy's own will, was it? Regardless, Trace scooted to the side and continued along, but at a much diminished speed, eyes trained on the teenager. That was a pretty nice bag... For a halting moment, he considered pilfering and pawning, but he hated to take such a cheap shot. It wasn't as though they were in desperate need of anything at the moment, but would that continue?
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