Wednesday at the Metro

[mods_in_space]

If New Tokyo was the glossy surface of Miranda and Siam the seedy underbelly, the Underground was the pulsing heart of the planet. A constant flow of trains, of people, of life, the Metro never slept. Sitting on one of the old benches lining the whitewashed walls, under a flat screen advertisement looping through ads for dermal implants and virtual

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[jackedcop]

It was still afternoon, and yet Mouse felt like it had already been a long day. She was on her way back to the station from her apartment, where she'd popped in for a quick lunch... only to find that Ava had come in that morning while she was at work to clean out the rest of her belongings. What, did things really end so badly that Ava couldn't even stand to look at her? Not even a 'it was good while it lasted' before leaving blank spots on the wall where pictures used to hang?

At least she'd left Mouse the cat. Zeke belonged to both of them, technically, but Mouse suspected that he wouldn't take well to a new environment. And Ava worked even longer hours than Mouse. Completely ludicrous that she wanted to have kids. Fuck.

So Mouse was one step away from Really Depressed as she clung to one of the straps hanging down from the train's ceiling. She studied the fingernails on her free hand. They'd been painted deep purple not long ago, but now they were chewed nearly to the nubs.

[box_marked_done]

Ray had been thinking about pets, of all things. Mostly how Dief was a pretty cool dog, and it might be nice to have an animal like that around. Only, with his job being the way it was, and living on a third floor apartment, a dog was pretty much out of the question. A cat might work, but Ray didn't know anything about them, he never had one, he never really knew anyone who had one. Stella's folks had a white persian, but he hadn't exactly spent a lot of time with it. Or them.

So he'd gone to the pet store today, and now he was the proud owner of a turtle.

Ray waited on the platform with his little turtle plastic cage, holding it up to his face to peer inside. Damn thing was still in its shell.

[runaway_logan]

Logan was trying not to stare at the turtle and the man carrying said turtle, if only because he really needed to be paying attention to the trains so he got on the right one.

Still, it was pretty damn odd.

Logan looked at the guy again, and then smirked, realizing he knew him. Ray had been the last peace keeper to drag him home. He'd been in a fight, pretty nasty one with one of the local cruzer gangs. Bunch of assholes.

Ray was alright though and Logan headed over. "Is that a turtle officer Kowalski? Is that how you guys sniff out drugs now? Must take hours..."

(hope it's okay that Logan knows him. I can change it if you want. :x)

[box_marked_done]

Ray couldn't remember every idiot he dealt with on the job, but he always remembered a smart-ass. "Hardy ha-ha-ha, Echolls," he said as sarcastically as a person could say another person's name. "You remember me. I'm flattered, truly."

[that's cool!]

[runaway_logan]

"You kicked the guy I was fighting, it was awesome," Logan shrugged.