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Lauren snorted at Logan's complaint that she'd "hurt" his knee. The old man needed to exercise more often; this wasn't your run-of-the-mill surrender. She'd fuck him over and disarm him quicker than he could say chicken if she wanted to. Lauren pulled her newly acquired bag closer to her body, eyes burning with fury as Jay regarded her as a "problem" when he already knew who she was and the bounty she had on her head. It was dehumanizing that he'd find amusement in harassing her because she was a criminal.
"Keep talking, pretty boy. I'll bust you lip for it," she growled. Her fingers itched to grab her gun tucked safely away beneath her dusty brown jacket. It was concealed greatly into her earthy toned clothing that helped her blend in where she could. Lauren didn't have time to sit and chat. She heaved her new bag up on her shoulder again and stood up straight. Her irritation shot sky high when she heard a young voice pipe up that she'd stolen the black bag hanging on her shoulders- right in front of Logan and Jay Kennedy.
Lauren immediately turned to face the young woman, ready to punch the daylights out of the women for saying something smart, however, her bag swung a bit too hard towards the woman's face. Lauren craned her neck over her bag and noticed an extremely short woman, all doe-eyed at her recent find and an assumption maker too. Lauren scoffed at the young lady and flipped her hair. She straightened her jacket and side eyed Jay, the owner of the town and a notorious settler of disputes, or so she heard.
"Plainly put, I hurt the old man's knee by running away from him. He was chasing after me- it was his choice to chase after me, therefore, his choice to hurt his knee. Plain and simple."
She glanced around for the timid woman she'd seen before. The lady wasn't here; a shame. She'd get into the woman's mind, if she could, though it seemed that wouldn't be for a while. It appeared some of the patrons had heard the tiny woman's fascination- Lauren stealing a black bag from the Providence van- and Lauren was now being stared at in suspicion and a sense of wariness. Her lack of friends wasn't new though; she was used to being the small fish in the community who fought hard for her own survival.
"Listen, no one wants me here. So, I'm going to make it easy on everyone and leave."
Lauren took a few step backs before turning and heading towards the door.
@TheQueensGuard @ItariChan
"Keep talking, pretty boy. I'll bust you lip for it," she growled. Her fingers itched to grab her gun tucked safely away beneath her dusty brown jacket. It was concealed greatly into her earthy toned clothing that helped her blend in where she could. Lauren didn't have time to sit and chat. She heaved her new bag up on her shoulder again and stood up straight. Her irritation shot sky high when she heard a young voice pipe up that she'd stolen the black bag hanging on her shoulders- right in front of Logan and Jay Kennedy.
Lauren immediately turned to face the young woman, ready to punch the daylights out of the women for saying something smart, however, her bag swung a bit too hard towards the woman's face. Lauren craned her neck over her bag and noticed an extremely short woman, all doe-eyed at her recent find and an assumption maker too. Lauren scoffed at the young lady and flipped her hair. She straightened her jacket and side eyed Jay, the owner of the town and a notorious settler of disputes, or so she heard.
"Plainly put, I hurt the old man's knee by running away from him. He was chasing after me- it was his choice to chase after me, therefore, his choice to hurt his knee. Plain and simple."
She glanced around for the timid woman she'd seen before. The lady wasn't here; a shame. She'd get into the woman's mind, if she could, though it seemed that wouldn't be for a while. It appeared some of the patrons had heard the tiny woman's fascination- Lauren stealing a black bag from the Providence van- and Lauren was now being stared at in suspicion and a sense of wariness. Her lack of friends wasn't new though; she was used to being the small fish in the community who fought hard for her own survival.
"Listen, no one wants me here. So, I'm going to make it easy on everyone and leave."
Lauren took a few step backs before turning and heading towards the door.
@TheQueensGuard @ItariChan