Steven stares at Carrie for a moment in disbelief then looks at Ilo and one eighty with the full expectation that they will abrubtly put her in her place.
((well this outta be good.))
You suppose that's a way to describe what happens next.
Carrie looks askance of her for a brief moment but shrugs and carefully grabs the stick.
You grab the stick, but it stays in your hand for only a mere moment, immediately changing position, seemingly phasing right into your hand. Rather fortunately, it doesn't seem to do anything aside from lose the part of itself that overlaps with where your hand is - as you draw your hand away from the stick with a measure of reflexive fear as a tingle spreads through your arm, the stick splits in half neatly, both halves falling to the ground.
"Aw. If that had worked, that would've been the best. Oh well, heh," One Eighty laughs, and you suddenly find yourself mid-air, disoriented and horizontal, falling down to the ground, and only a rather quick twist mid-air prevents you from landing flat on the ground - instead, you find yourself on your knees and hands, and in the next instant everything goes slightly dark and you are considerably disoriented once more. Instantly you check your surroundings, and find that you seem to have been flipped once more - only this time you seem to have your arms, shoulders and head flipped into the ground, though all three rather shallowly so, while your legs are dangling up in the air. Huh. You suspect you're not quite able to breathe in this position.
Not even attractive enough for it to be plan B. Maybe plan D. Hehe, plan D. Anyways! Time to job hunt.
Plan D confirmed, then. Time to take care of plans A through C. You walk out into town, seeking employment.
This is before you realize you have zero marketable skills aside from being young and possibly willing to engage in freelance prostitution. And you suppose also being willing to stab a guy to death, but that doesn't seem like something you'd get recruited off the street for unless you get really lucky with disposable hitman recruiters. And you, being a bit of a shut-in, don't really know any wretched hives of scum and villainy to obtain criminal employment in, unlike what you suspect of at least a quarter of your classmates.
Damn, it would have been so great to still be friends with Joe the drug dealer. But no, he just had to be found naked and dead one day in an overturned bathtub.
"...Sm-smart... funny. Kind. An escape fr-from the shy girl's tr-tr-troubles and griefs. A-and a chance to... live a better l-life." She gives a sad sigh as she finishes saying this. Although not ALL what it was about, it was what she had dreamed of time and time again, though she hid it as much a she could.
"I see. But if that's all true, what does she see in the shy girl?" Rita asks, periodically nibbling on her sandwich in a gentler manner now.
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