Who: Rogue, OPEN
Where: Streets of Abyss
When: Afternoon of New Year's Eve
Summary: Rogue's walking back home after a job. Her head's a mess from it and she hates her life.
Rating: PG? (I suck at this~)
Other: Crazy teen girl on the loose.
New Year's Eve, big flippin' deal. For Rogue, it didn't matter what day or holiday it was. There were no fresh starts as far as she was concerned and nothing to celebrate. She had learned two years ago that she couldn't trust anyone, not even herself. Easier to just walk away from it all and scrape by on her own, which is just why she was out in the cold to begin with. Another bounty job done. She didn't much care what happened to the jerk now that the people that wanted him had him. She had their cash in hand, which would buy a few meals and keep her cell phone on for more jobs, that's all that mattered.
Honestly, the guy deserved whatever he got. He was a monster. A 'monster' like I can talk. But Rogue had gotten enough of a glimpse into the man's seedy life that she really did feel his capture by the men who wanted him was warranted. She shuddered, as flashes of the man's life traipsed around in her head. That was the worst part of her work, knowing more about other people than she ever wanted to know. At first, she'd struggled with becoming so disoriented that she would show up at other people's homes. But with practice, she learned to filter out that reaction. With a sigh, she tugged her glove on all the harder and trudged down the streets back to her shed.