Not lost, just… exploring.
Rita stared at the food in front of her with hungry eyes. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Only the food. She leaned forwards a bit, salivating. Then she snapped back to reality and pulled away, shaking her head with disgust. “Yeah right. I dunno where you got that, but there’s no way I’m paying you for it.” The fact of the matter was that Rita lacked the funds, not that this new girl needed to know that.
Was it even a girl? Those teeth, those eyes, those arms, they definitely weren’t natural.
“Why don’t you just get lost, kid? I’ve got better things to do,” she said, standing up. She made a show of dusting off her vest and looking left and right, as if she knew what she was doing.
“Sigh, just like people these days. Always turnin’ away good help.” Peacock forced a sigh out of herself and shrugged her shoulders, for added effect.
“Shame to let this mouthwatering feast of meat and grain go to waste though….” she said, before immediately devouring it about half way, being careful to maintain eye contact with the other chick at all times.
“Urgh, pickles. I hate pickles! Best throw it away, you wouldn’t want it either, right?”
“Well, it seems like you know where you’re goin’, so I’ll let you be on your way Doc. Brown. Can ya move aside? I have to throw this in the trash over there. Huehuehue.”
Not lost, just… exploring.
How long had she been in this city? A few weeks? She’d lost track a while ago. Her stomach growled again; she’d ‘found’ some food a while back, but it was long since gone. She had no idea what sector she was in, not like she ever did. She knew where she was trying to go, she just didn’t know where it was. Not like this place was labelled clearly or anything.
She lurched to the side of the road and leaned against the wall, grumbling to herself. She let herself slide into a sitting position, mumbling about how stupid the scientists were and how stupid everyone else was and how stupid this place was.
Rita Mordio, master mage and genius scientist, was hopelessly lost. Not that she would ever admit it.
“You lost, Doc Brown?”
A sound came from behind the girl, Peacock, fresh from a successful score of cash. Stolen from a till of course, Peacock didn’t see the need to explain to people her knives were rubber here.
“Cos if you’ve got the cash on ya, I can get you want you need. Huehuehue…”
Peacock smiled at the girl, bearing her steel teeth. She looked smart, perfect for getting favors from. Taking a puff of her cigar and pulling out a sandwich from her hat, Peacock waved it in front of the scientist’s face.
“Forks? What you’ll be eating…you won’t need no forks!”