I Hope No One Saw That {Spirit}

[safetypinalert12]

Shit. Shit. Shit shit shit shitshitshitshitshit. Serah quickly walked away from the man who had suddenly started dialing 911, yelling at someone to catch the blonde girl running. Or, trying to run. Stilettos were not helping her today.

She had been doing so well, all week. How was she supposed to know that slob was a lawyer? Fuckaroo. She had him on the tip of her fingers, just about to wrap him around, when his dumbass stupidass wife called on his god forsaken cellphone, and pulled him right out of her trance. Pulled him out enough, that he saw right through her and her loopholes. She could still feel his large, meaty hand around her wrist, commanding her to stay still.

Instead she lifted his wallet when he leaned over to pick the papers she spilled (what an idiot), and she broke free. A few people got out of her way, but when she heard the shouts of police officers, she hightailed it. She veered into central park, kicking off her heels and tossing them into the trash. She glanced behind herself--she wasn't being chased anymore. But she still needed the distance between them. She shrugged off her long, beige coat, using the inside of it to quickly wipe off the bright red lipstick, and the eyeliner on her face, tossing it into the trash as well. She ripped the blonde wig and wig cap off, red hair tumbling down her back, while she shoved it into her bag.

Her pace slowed down, and her chest heaved. She kept walking backwards slowly, her eyes sweeping central. There wern't too many people here now, as the sun was just a few hours from setting. What the hell was that, anyway? Had Dan clouded her judgement enough that she made a simple mistake, stopped being focused for just a moment? She was losing her touch, big time. All because of that damn boy. She dropped down, crouching on her haunches, putting her face in her hands. A second mistake she hadn't been aware she was making. She stopped running.

Hair ratty, barefoot, a bag on her shoulder, and in a simple pretty dress--Serah had stopped running to evaluate her mental breakdown.

Notes: Eep. Sorry for suckage.
Tags: Hedgers/Hedgie/Spirit
Outfit:Click meh.

[hedgiecx]

Spirit Lee had taken the day off.

Which wasn't a term used lightly in her line of work.

Sure, it helped that she wasn't terribly busy all the time and could very much afford a day off. But making yourself completely out of contact from any potential clients wasn't exactly easy. She had stayed away from that fancy internet chat she had gotten too far in to for her own good, turned off her phone and left it at home, and made sure to spend the day at random places she never went to so she wouldn't, couldn't be found. Also, she didn't put on a disguise as per usual, as she always did when meeting a client.

As it turned out, not working was harder than working. It was so easy for her to obtain, to steal, to con. It was apparently much harder for her to evade that life.

Though it was quite obviousd someone else was doing a much better job of evading something. She could see the figure of a woman running across the path ahead of her, tossing her heels and coat in the trash. Curious, she looked inside. Shame that whatever affair she was having or con she was pulling didn't work out. Curiosity still unsatisfied, she looked in the direction that the woman was running, not really expecting to see anything.

But no, she was there. Just... stopped. Approaching slowly, her features came into view in the dimming like and a stroke of recognition hit Spirit. No, it couldn't be. Her cons always went according to plan. And even if they didn't, she would never do something like stop running. That was a horrible mistake, because you never knew when the cops stopped chasing after you.

"Serah?" she asked quietly, still unbelieving. But without the disguise she just dumped, it was obvious who was standing before her.

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[safetypinalert12]

The red head nearly toppled over when she heard her name. For a split moment, she thought she was dead; at the very least on her way to jail. When she saw it was Spirit, she sighed. The english woman stood back up, out of her crouch, and ran her hand through her messy hair.
"Obviously." She shook out her red mane, turning her nose up at Spirit, her faded red lips tightening. Serah looked like a complete and utter mess. And now that Spirit was staring her in the face, she felt like a little kid, rather than a grown woman. She hated her sometimes-co-worker for that. Serah sniffed, and crossed her arms, doing her best to look stern---but only looked like a pouting child.
"Not having a good work day." She mumbled, shifting her freckled shoulders, glaring at passerbys who were looking at the odd pair.


{WIP NOT DONE}