be afraid of the old

[middleagevirtue]

Characters Kasai and Ema
Rating PG13? Probably.
Summary Ema's going around doing collections; Kasai's in the area, and has heard from his old friend/drug provider about such a willing guinea pig.
Location The slums
Date/Time April 6, midday to evening
Status Closed, In-Progress

Comments

[its_snacktime]

Ema hated going to the outskirts of the City. The slums were filled with prostitutes trying to avoid getting too close and drug dealers trying to sell the pretty lady a hit and that one creepy guy who hit on her every single she was in the area. Even in the daytime, the place wasn't exactly safe for a woman of her size and stature. Still, she felt safe enough; she was a GenCop, after all, and was as such properly armed with standard-issue weaponry, not to mention some home-made chemicals that burned when flung in someone's face. Never hurt to be too careful.

Moreso than the location, however, Ema hated what she was always sent out there to do: collections. Generally, the confrontations ended with screaming and a door slammed in her face. She had made the mistake of trying to stop the door with her foot only once, and nearly lost that foot in the process.

This collections reminder was no different. The woman in question, gaunt from years of self-abuse and addiction, was nose-to-nose with Ema, practically snarling. "You know what, Miss..." a brief glance at the name tab on her chest, "Miss Ema Skye, we're not all quite so lucky as you. I'll pay when I've got the damn money!" And, as always, the sentence was punctuated with a slam.

Frustrated, Ema kicked the door and screamed though it. "Stop spending all your money on Zydrate, and you'll HAVE the damn money!" Then, hands in pockets, Ema started storming away.

She didn't seem to notice the smoking man who stood in the way.