Post by Alva on Dec 23, 2022 16:54:52 GMT -5
ALVA'S PL: 5 |
ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: None |
Oogh, business had not exactly been booming lately. Alva felt more comfortable now that she'd cut ties for the most part with the Dirty Snakes, admittedly - that Derry guy was getting a little too powerful for her liking, and it felt like if she stuck around for much longer, it was only a matter of time until he'd piece together her real identity. Then she'd have been in trouble.
But on the flip side, not being formally connected to a proper criminal organization sure made it harder to get any jobs done. She and her pops had barely been scraping by and their loan payments, and with interest, they actually owed more than what they'd originally paid!
Economics sucked.
So, Alva had flown herself over to East City in a bid to find some kind of work. What kind of work? Who cared! As long as it was paying, Alva was going to take it, so long as she didn't have to scrub toilets or anything. She'd parked Ted off in a discreet location and was out on the town in her wheelchair for the time being, grumbling to herself about minimum wage as she scrolled through job postings on her phone. Although, not paying attention on a busy street while in a wheelchair wasn't usually a very bright idea.
Alva noticed a moment too late when some uncaring passerby bumped into her wheelchair from behind, which sent it rolling forward towards the curb of the sidewalk. "Wh-Whoa!" she exclaimed as she dropped her phone in her lap and grabbed at the wheels of her chair, but not before it had already bumped down the sidewalk ledge and rolled into the street several meters. Right into traffic, too. A truck blared its horn as the wheelchair rolled right in its way, and Alva scrambled to wheel herself back out of the way - but it was looking like she couldn't move fast enough! "Just my freakin' luck!" she thought to herself with grit teeth as she braced for a potentially nasty impact.