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asst2thevillainEvie was no stranger to bad luck and shitty circumstances, especially given the last six years of her life.
At eighteen, her father fell ill. Soon after (insanely soon after, if she thinks about it, which she refuses to), her mother divorced her dad and gained full custody of her sister, Lyssa. Her father was too ill to take her in and Evie, at the time, was living in the dorms at MIT. Not a place for a thirteen year old girl.
Evie moved back home to study and be closer to her dad to take care of him, put herself through university as she helped her father with his medical bills (And boy, were those insane).
And shortly after graduating, her father passed away. Just after she got a job working at Blume. Within a year of that, however, she was fired for asking too many questions and finding a job in her field had been damn difficult.
So now, she had three of them. A part time receptionist at a used car dealership, a bartender at a strip club and once or twice a week, an online tutor for people who want to learn computer programming.
She was lucky her uncle let her live over her fathers old butcher shop, as she'd lived the past couple years. But the rent was a bit much and, coupled with her fathers medical bills that she was still paying off, she was struggling a little more than she'd like to admit.
On her way home from the strip club, after a fairly slow night, it was the droplets of blood on the sidewalk that caught her attention. She was no stranger to blood. Between her own clumsiness, and growing up in a butcher shop, she really didn't flinch at it. No squeamish reaction, no panic. Just looking at it with a passing glance. But her curiosity, as always, was about to get her in trouble. The blood led into an alley, where she was sure she saw something moving in the shadows. At first, she was going to pass it off as an animal, until she heard a groan. It sounded human. Autotuned, or something, but definitely human.
She steps into the alley for a closer look, vaguely aware of shouts from down the road. She didn't think anything of it, until a pair of arms shot out of the shadows and pulled her close, one hand clamping over her mouth, and the feeling of several spiky things digging into her back.
Someone tells her to be quiet, but she interrupts that with a quick jab of her elbow to who-evers chest. She goes to speak, even with the hand over her mouth, but several people run by. Dressed in incredibly recognizable Auntie Shue Boys attire, followed swiftly by a Prime Eight member or two and Evie, smartly, decides to keep her mouth shut.
When she's sure it's safe, she grabs the wrist of the hand over her mouth and shoves it away. It was very tempting to bite that hand, but that would make noise and she gets the feeling that noise right now would be a terrible idea.
At eighteen, her father fell ill. Soon after (insanely soon after, if she thinks about it, which she refuses to), her mother divorced her dad and gained full custody of her sister, Lyssa. Her father was too ill to take her in and Evie, at the time, was living in the dorms at MIT. Not a place for a thirteen year old girl.
Evie moved back home to study and be closer to her dad to take care of him, put herself through university as she helped her father with his medical bills (And boy, were those insane).
And shortly after graduating, her father passed away. Just after she got a job working at Blume. Within a year of that, however, she was fired for asking too many questions and finding a job in her field had been damn difficult.
So now, she had three of them. A part time receptionist at a used car dealership, a bartender at a strip club and once or twice a week, an online tutor for people who want to learn computer programming.
She was lucky her uncle let her live over her fathers old butcher shop, as she'd lived the past couple years. But the rent was a bit much and, coupled with her fathers medical bills that she was still paying off, she was struggling a little more than she'd like to admit.
On her way home from the strip club, after a fairly slow night, it was the droplets of blood on the sidewalk that caught her attention. She was no stranger to blood. Between her own clumsiness, and growing up in a butcher shop, she really didn't flinch at it. No squeamish reaction, no panic. Just looking at it with a passing glance. But her curiosity, as always, was about to get her in trouble. The blood led into an alley, where she was sure she saw something moving in the shadows. At first, she was going to pass it off as an animal, until she heard a groan. It sounded human. Autotuned, or something, but definitely human.
She steps into the alley for a closer look, vaguely aware of shouts from down the road. She didn't think anything of it, until a pair of arms shot out of the shadows and pulled her close, one hand clamping over her mouth, and the feeling of several spiky things digging into her back.
Someone tells her to be quiet, but she interrupts that with a quick jab of her elbow to who-evers chest. She goes to speak, even with the hand over her mouth, but several people run by. Dressed in incredibly recognizable Auntie Shue Boys attire, followed swiftly by a Prime Eight member or two and Evie, smartly, decides to keep her mouth shut.
When she's sure it's safe, she grabs the wrist of the hand over her mouth and shoves it away. It was very tempting to bite that hand, but that would make noise and she gets the feeling that noise right now would be a terrible idea.
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Date: 2024-10-18 03:39 am (UTC)It was supposed to be pretty easy; get in, take back what was his, get out, done. He'd done the surveillance, hacked the cameras to mess with the video feed, no problem. But somehow they got the drop on him anyway, and he was left scrambling, doing whatever he could to get away. He triggered a sewer grate to pop, and it helped gain him a couple seconds, but they had guns and there was only so much he can do against that.
He vaults across a gap between rooftops but they're on his tail, firing their guns at him as they pursue, and one of them manages to clip his side with a bullet, sending him sprawling for a moment before he picks himself back up and keeps moving. He pulls a flasher bomb from his pocket and pulls the pin before throwing it behind him, the charge triggering a small burst of fireworks from the softball-sized device, enough to hopefully distract just long enough while he practically throws himself down the fire escape. And then he's back on the street, weaving around pedestrians, before darting down an alley; the burst of adrenaline that had carried him this far is starting to fade, making his movements clumsy, steps stumbling as he disappears into the shadows and behind a dumpster. Wait until they pass by and then he can head back to the hackerspace. Deal with everything else then.
But then there's movement at the opening of the alley, moving closer, and he can tell immediately it's not anybody he needs to really worry about except for any risk she might attract attention. So as soon as he realizes she sees him he's reaching out to intercept.
As soon as it's safe again she's trying to get loose again, and he grumbles under his breath before addressing her.
"Hey. Relax." Like that's reassuring, especially with the voice changer giving it a strained, reedy quality, but whatever. "I'll let you go but you gotta promise not to scream or punch me. Okay?"
Because honestly he doesn't think he has much more in the tank to put up any kind of fight. His shirts and vest are already soaked through with his own blood and he's starting to feel a little off, but he's gotta at least get through this.
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Date: 2024-10-18 04:10 am (UTC)Like...cosmically bad luck. As she stumbles to get away, there's a snap and she wobbles. The heel of her shoe had just broke, sending her into the wall before she catches herself. She earns a couple scrapes on her arm and shoulder and the palm of her hand, but she ignores it.
She's noticed the blood and is aware that it is in no way, shape or form hers. It's on her grey sweatshirt, half-staining the logo of the club she works for. It's on her skin under her black crop-top shirt. Staining the top of her jeans.
She studies it for a moment. If he's expecting some dramatic, girly reaction of panicking and freaking out, he's not going to get it.
Instead, he gets the following.
A blink of alarm as it registers that she's covered in someone elses blood. A swear or two as she looks at her former captor, noting the blood on his clothes. She looks up at his face (or..where his face would be had he not been wearing that mask), a few tendrils of her dark hair falling around her eyes for a moment in soft curls and twists.
"All those gunshots I heard..." A common sound in her part of town, really. It wasn't a friendly or safe neighborhood by far. "You...you were part of that, weren't you? All that commotion a moment ago?"
The look on her face had shifted from entirely unfriendly and angry, to curious.
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Date: 2024-10-18 11:40 am (UTC)It takes Wrench a couple moments to refocus, to realize she's asking a question now, and the LED lights on his mask flicker through a few expressions as he processes. At signs, question marks, dashes, and it settles there for now.
"I wasn't the one shooting, thank you very much, but yeah. What was your first clue, the fireworks or the Shining situation I got going on over here?"
He presses a hand to his side, trying to find the hole so he can put pressure on it without actually exploring anything, groaning in pain when he finds it. Gotta hold pressure though, that's the most important part, right? Even if it hurts like a bitch.
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Date: 2024-10-18 12:48 pm (UTC)I am DedSec.
By now, most people knew of what DedSec had been up to. Taking down Blume and all related parties, one asshole at a time. And Evie had a few reasons to be okay with this.
Still, she hesitated. Just for a second.
Running her thankfully blood-free hands over her face, her voice is muffled some as she mutters to herself.
"What are you doing, Evangelina Sage? What the actual fuck are you doing?" A moment later, she'd taken off the grey sweatshirt with the nearby strip clubs logo on it and holds it out to the guy.
"Here," She says as she shoves it into his hand. "Use that. And...my apartment isn't far. We can try to get you patched up there while we wait for things to settle. Okay?""
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Date: 2024-10-19 03:10 am (UTC)Shit.
"Yeah, okay sure. Just don't drug me, that's like. My only rule."
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Date: 2024-10-19 03:24 am (UTC)"Lean on me," she says as she looks up at him. "I promise, I'm stronger than I look. We're going just across the street to Sage's Deli. I live above it. Okay?"
She looks up at him again, waiting for him to give her some kind of sign that he's heard her. She's noticed the not-so-subtle way he's slowing down and it worries her.
"No dying on me. At least, not before I learn your name." Keep him talking. Focused. Something. "Let's get you patched up and get ahold of anyone that might want to know where you are."