savetheearth | [Closed] Mugging's dangerous work

Who: Sheila and Melissa
Where: Shopping district
When: Just after sunset
What: Some muggers make a phenomenally bad choice of targets

It really was something to just have a day of relaxing shopping. No worrying about superpowers or aliens or upsetting memories. Sure, her budget's a little tight now that the school year's over, but Sheila was confident she'd make things work. She always did. Besides, Melissa had great fashion sense and was excellent company - it'd been way too long since she'd had another girl to hang out with like this.

They'd decided to hit one more shop, and naturally the easiest way to get there was a shortcut through a little alley. Even if she didn't have hands that doubled as plasma blasters, it wouldn't occur to Sheila to worry - she'd taken the side street a dozen times before.

"Oh, and while we're there, I totally need to pick up some more foundation. You wouldn't believe the rate I'm going through the stuff right now." She'd dressed in long sleeves and gloves, despite the nice weather.

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One of the downsides of working in a male dominated profession was few girl friends. And, while Melissa could easily drag only Eugen and Nick with her, it's not quite the same. Sure, she may be more of a tomboy than her appearance lets on, but just hanging out shopping with a friend is still fun.

"God, I can believe it," Melissa says, glancing over at her friend, "That must be such a pain in the ass." She's not exactly thrilled about her new teeth, but at least they don't attract a lot of attention and are fairly easy to conceal. "Maybe we can find something that--"

"Hold it right there, ladies," a voice behind them sneers. Melissa stops, sighing as she turns to see several muggers. She almost completely ignores them, turning to look at Sheila with the most deadpan expression she can muster. "Really?"

Sheila meets her look incredulously, eyebrow raised, looking between Melissa and the men. "They can't be serious. Tell me they're friends of yours or something, because I mean... really."

One of the thugs, apparently annoyed by the lack of quaking and begging for mercy, laughed nastily. "You wish, lady! Make with the money, and nobody gets hurt!"

It was too much. Sheila couldn't help but giggle.

"Friends of mine would at least be funnier," Melissa sighs, looking back at the muggers in front of them. She has to deal with this kind of shit at work all day, she didn't need it on her off-hours.

"Ok, boys, we're not going to even bother with the badge right now," she mutters, reaching into her purse and pulling out not one, but two loaded pistols, swinging her purse over her shoulder to free up both hands and pointing them at the criminals. "I suggest you all drop your weapons and back the hell off, I don't particularly feel like making a trip down to the station with all of you."

"Well, I'd hoped you had better taste in friends than that. You know, considering?" It was weird. She'd never been mugged before, but Sheila was having an awful hard time taking this whole thing seriously. Maybe because her hands doubled as bazookas these days.

One or two of the group looked nervous at the sight of the guns, but a burlier specimen stepped forward. "They're just bluffing, grab 'em!"

Melissa doesn't blame her. Seriously, these muggers have the worst pick in the world. Sure, they're two women out shopping, but one of those women had blasters built into her and the other was a vampire cop who could dual wield pistols.

The cop is already quite done with this, guns still raised and looking very annoyed. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," she says, staring the clearly weaker-willed ones down, "Bluffers don't go around carrying two guns in their purses, know what I'm saying?"

The two that had looked nervous before take a step or two back, but the one who'd tried to spur them on is having none of it. And, because the one with the guns probably looks more dangerous at the moment, he'll charge towards Sheila.

Sheila doesn't even think before she moves. If she had, she'd probably have wondered if she was nuts for even considering it.

The goon doesn't have a chance. He tries to grab her, and she just... jumps. Straight up. And executes a perfect, if somewhat unnecessary, flip over his head before landing behind him. She finishes the little show with a spin to face him... then attempts to cold clock him as he turns. With much less elegance than the rest of the routine, but hey, if it works, she won't complain.

The other two look at eachother, then start backing up nervously towards the end of the alley.

Melissa doesn't blame them for backing away. Hell, even though her guns are still raised, she's looking over at her friend in disbelief. She recovered temporarily to jerk her guns at the remaining two, who take the hint to get the hell out of there while they still could.

Once they're gone, Melissa drops her arms, shoving her guns back in her purse. "Well that was damn impressive," she said, offering Sheila a bit of a smirk, "That new, or have you always been able to do that?"

Sheila just stares down at the unconscious thug for a moment, shaking her hand. "Ow. You know, that hurts a lot more what it's someone's face instead of a padded target." She looks over at Melissa and smiles wryly. "I take a lot of kickboxing. The rest? Yeah. That's new."

Melissa grins right back, shaking her head a little. "Damn. If they taught that kind of thing in kick-boxing, you'd have a new classmate." At least there are some not terrible echos to balance out the crappy ones. "I'll text someone to see if they want to pick this guy up, but even if they don't get here in time he might be a little wiser about what he's doing."

"Nope, that's all me. Or past life... alternate reality me, anyway." Sheila shrugs, picking up her shopping bags from where she'd dropped them. "You've almost gotta feel sorry for the guy. This is a pretty tough town to make a living out of mugging, you've gotta admit."

"I'd probably feel more sorry for him if I didn't deal with idiots like him all day," she sighed. Though really, he should probably be grateful he didn't run into one of the kids... some of them were brutal.

"Yeah, well, he's a lucky idiot. Option B was frying him." Sheila shook her head. "See, what worries me is we're going to run the small-time assholes out of town, and then what'll we be left with?" She nudged the guy with a foot. "Uh, should we be here when the police show up or what?"

"Well, the police are already here, but I get your point." Melissa grins, zipping up her purse so the guns are concealed once more. "Come on, let's go."

"The police we'd need to make up stories for, I mean. Not too keen on them finding me out just yet... my makeup isn't smudged, is it?" Sheila pulls out a compact and checks her face for green skin showing through.

"Looks ok to me. You pulled that off without breaking a sweat, as far as I can tell." Still, it's probably better to cheek, looking down to make sure the guy doesn't get up. Once she's done, they can go.

Sheila carefully pats on some extra powder in a couple spots, then nods briskly. "All right, let's bail. And next time we go shopping, muggers and other disasters aren't allowed. Just so you know." She smiles a little at her own joke. If only it were that easy.

"I'll keep that in mind," Melissa chuckles with a shake of her head. Well, off they go! What are the odds that they'll find something cute for Sheila that covers enough of her skin...?

[Closed] Mugging's dangerous work

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