Sable Miru
Oct. 18th/14
LA, Northridge Area
ARPers: @Comatose ; Colin
Sable wasn’t a morning person. That much could have been told by the fact her alarm had been blaring for the last hour and two small seahorse like creatures were both hanging off her one sleeve. The teen yawned loudly and rolled out of bed and onto the hardwood floor. Her multi-coloured hair was in a mess, and her pajamas were the shirt she had worn the previous day, and some flannel plaid pants. The two Babydmon she had called Rift and Signia, were twins of a sort. They pretty much kept her on track throughout the day, and made sure she had breakfast in the morning.
However the morning was boring. At this point in time, Sable was roller blading down the streets of LA with skillful agility to avoid the back and forth of the sidewalks. She had her usual garb on and a backpack filled with some returns she had to make a bit of a trip away from her penthouse she was staying in with her aunt. Her parents were away on business as usual, but her aunt had let her stay with her while that crazy convention was going on. Ever since that day, Sable knew she had a duty… Digimon were a thing, and she was going to find all the things about the things and be the master of the things. At least in her head anyway. Her aunt also had a Digimon in some sense; a little yellow and black bug that they called Nemeros, or Nemmy for short. They had determined he was a Virus type Digimon, of which were usually hostile and aggressive. Nemmy had his mood swings, but Sable’s aunt managed to keep him happy.
Sable had been skating casually for at least fifteen minutes before she found her way back to the game store. Signia and Rift were hiding in the back of her sweater, since the shop liked to check for bags and could Sable blame them? No, they had some good old nostalgic games that would make a pretty penny on eBay. In the store at the time was another guy with a backpack at the counter. The place didn’t often rent games, but Sable’s Aunt owned the store, so she got a bit of leeway granted she left her information just in case something happened.
“Hey, I’m gonna set there just back here for you. You can take them off my account. Gonna do my usual look around.”
“Yep, I know the drill.” The cashier responded politely.
There were cards, goodies, and all sorts of hobby things around. Sable liked her aunt’s taste in business choices. Sable had her hat on under her hood, which allowed both Signia and Rift to rest their heads on either one of her shoulders, out of sight while wrapped around her upper arm. This allowed for an easier time to communicate with them as well.
Sable was forced to sneeze however, as Signia was blowing air just underneath her nose while Rift was blowing into her ear.
“Gnk… guys, really? What? I thought we agreed mild ear tugging?”
“You didn’t like that.” Rift whispered.
“I recall you weren’t comfortable with it.” Signia added.
Sable rolled her eyes. “Rift was not doing the tugging mildly… anyway, what is it?”
“That man over there… I smell something in his bag.”
Sable looked over to the guy who was being asked by the clerk to open his bag. He claimed there were stinky gym clothes in there from what Sable could hear.
“So he’s got BO clothes in there probably.” She whispered back. “Though if he’s some kind of sticky fingers…”
“BO?”
“No it’s… I think it’s a Digi-“
Signia was cut off by the sounds of the clerk screaming in sheer terror. Sable turned her head directly towards it, acting on pure instinct as her entire body spun around and aimed for the backpack. She didn’t need Signia to finish to know what she was going to say, and if that backpack had that inn it, she had to grab it before any more chaos started. As for the guy who would no doubt soon be following her, she didn’t even think about. Sable was still on her skates and zoomed through the small space between them, and grabbed the stranger’s bag, zipping it back up and bolting out the door.
She got down a couple of blocks before Rift tugged on her ear so hard it caused her to lean too far to the left. Sable shooed him away with her hand and go back into her rhythm of left and right on her roller skates. The teen managed to dodge people skillfully but not without some strange looks.
“Okay so I know what you’re thinking. Sable, you just grabbed some random guy’s bag and are blading down the street with it with a possible thing inside. Now, that looks really bad, and he’s going to follow you. That, is my plan. See because he’s either a not so nice guy and not gonna follow us, or he’s gonna be a kinda nice guy, follow us and we can get some info out of him about the things.”
The explanation made sense in her head.
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