Last Train Home (Mood Music) --- Kendra Walters (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Kendra Walters (open) Kendra Walters (close) Name: Kendra Walters Age: 23 Height: 5'6" Taryn Wittings (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Taryn Wittings (open) Taryn Wittings (close) Name: Taryn Wittings Height: 5'4" Age: 21 --- Kendra didn't really recall how long or how far she'd traveled. All she knew was that she had to get as far away from New York as possible. By hitchhiking or using the public transit as many times as she could, it didn't matter where she ended up. She just had to get away from the Brooklyn Saints. In the beginning, she adored the gang. The Saints were family. A family she never had, knew, or ever experienced. Whenever she was in trouble, they were there bail her out. Whenever she needed a fix, they gave it to her. Whenever she was hungry, she'd do a job - simple conning, stealing, and shake ups - and fill her stomach. Everything was going so well until Capo died. Vic took over and everything went to hell from there. She messed up. It was either run or get killed. She was more partial towards the first. Using a good amount of the cash, she'd taken from the Saints, Kendra somehow found herself in Baltimore. Walking along the streets, she was wearing black, fitted jeans, knee high boots, a grey tank top, and a faded blue skater's hoodie. It was in the colder season. Clearly she wasn't dressed for the weather whatsoever. Other than the clothes, her ID, a backpack of a few essentials, and the cash she stole, Kendra arrived in this city with nothing. Moving from place to place, her time in the Saints taught her how to be tough. Rough folks up that tried to do so to her. Feeling her stomach churn and growl, Kendra needed food. The brunette still had enough left over to pay for it, but the cash was finite. She needed to save it for when it was truly needed. Funny how everything ran on silly pieces of green paper. Eyeing a convenience store, Kendra chuckled as she walked in. She ran away from the gang life only to carry on her criminal behavior. How deliciously ironic. Feeling the air conditioning as she walked in, Kendra nodded to the cashier. Quickly making her way into the aisle, Kendra stared at a few choices. There were so many things she could choose from. Ideally, she'd go for the hot dogs, but that'd be far to obvious. The thought of hot food though. Kendra tried to shake the thoughts from her mind, but it was too late. She imagined the dog layered in relish, ketchup, and mustard. That was her idea of a perfect meal. She'd miss New York solely because of the dogs. Delicious, unhealthy things. Finally coming to stop before the bags of beef jerky, Kendra noticed a girl - a raven haired short girl - sneak something into her pockets. Kendra rolled her eyes as she deftly pocketed the beef jerky into her hoodies pocket while checking her phone. Looking around, nobody seemed to be coming for her as she reached out and grabbed the girl's arm. "Outside," she said as she dragged the girl towards the entrance. Seeing the cashier, she waved at him. "Have a nice day." When they got outside, Kendra kept on walking with the girl in tow. When they were a few blocks away, she brought the girl into an alleyway. Kendra let go. Her amethyst eyes stared at the stranger. "When you steal, you do it quickly. Mix in an activity. Checking your phone, scratching an itch, looking in your purse, whatever. You don't just stuff it in your bag or pocket," Kendra said. She had absolutely no idea why she gave a damn about the stranger. Chances were the girl was just trying to walk on the edge. Stupid - not that Kendra had any right to judge. "Keep that in mind next time you try to slip something out." Opening her beef jerky bag, Kendra popped a piece into her mouth as she chewed very slowly. She'd have to make this last. "Doing this for fun? Get caught, and you're screwed," she said before shouldering her backpack higher on her back. "Whatever. Good luck if you do it again. You'll need it." Turning on her heels, Kendra started to slowly make her way out of the alleyway. She had to keep moving and find a place to hunker down for the night. The girl remained in her thoughts. What a cutie she thought to herself. It'd be a shame if she was admitted to the slammer. Kendra had a feeling she wouldn't last a week there. Shrugging to herself, she expelled the thought. It wasn't her problem. There were bigger things to worry about than a stranger.