The stairwell, Thursday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia struggles a little bit on the stairs with four bags of groceries and basics while balancing her full backpack on one shoulder. Figures she's ended up on the fifth floor of this building. At least the endless climbing of stairs will keep her in shape. Just like running from the cops used to.

After Marty's tour, she'd hit up the store for some stuff she hadn't managed to get when she was staying with her parole officer, and some food, since enough folks had made vague comments about the cafeteria food that she's leery of ever eating there. She'll have to be thrifty, though, since her stipend isn't meant to cover three meals a day.

Not that she'd had three meals a day for the last five years, anyway. . . .

As she climbs, she keeps her eyes scanning from side to side, checking for gremlins. She's getting even more paranoid than when she was living on the streets.

[open to replies by anyone who happens to wander by as she goes upstairs]

Comments

[nadiathesaint]

"I hope so." Nadia shrugged. "I was given options, but they weren't all that great. It's kinda this, jail, or spy-dom."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Juvenile hall or this." Broots admitted. "Apparently, the government doesn't like sixteen-year-old boys nosing about in it's security system." There might be a bit of pride in Broots's voice.

[nadiathesaint]

"You know security systems?" Nadia's eyes go slightly wide in street-rat-thief geekerdom.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots made a squeaky noise. "Um, yeah. Yeah. Definetly, yeah." Squeak.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia raises her eyebrow at the squeaking. "That's totally cool!"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots stuttered something out. He gulped and tried again. "Thanks? Um, I don't mean to run, but my friend is kinda having a birthday thing over at Caritas, in town. I'm afraid she'll kill me if I don't show up on time. Because it's sort of a surprise."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blushed slightly. "Oh, nononono, that's fine, go! You were saying you needed to go, and then I kept talking and . . . my milk is probably getting warm. So go ahead." Nadia snapped her mouth shut and lifted her shopping bag as if to indicate *see? warm milk!* "Have fun at the party!"