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It was such a thrill getting away with a good ol' fashion prank. Especially, when there was a rather large colorful mess. It made the young morphling, get just that more of an excitement from a successful getaway.
She watched how her prank was set off, sure it had that little timing glitch to it. But hey, she'd get it right eventually. And, by any means, it still had the same result in the end. All the red hues from the different jams, and purple from food dyed flour, oh and of course! The greens and blues from the also food dyed corn syrup.
And on top of that, she got a new jacket. A brown knitted zip up hoodie. Raya was loving everything about it, even though it was just a few sizes too large. Though she supposed she might grow into it, eventually.
All in all, it was a great day. Despite the slight injury she got from her escape. Broken glass managed to slice up a bit of her forearm, but it wasn't the worse she ever got out on the street. And it was an easy fix, just a fishing hook and a bit of fishing line could fix that up, real quick.
Raya grinned as she leaned against the brick wall of one of the abandoned factories. Trying to catch her breath, and sustain her giggles. She managed to trick two big muscle guys, cover them in cake flour, jam, and corn syrup; And make her escape. It was brilliant. Only one problem..
Oracle woke up out of dead sleep there was an alarm going off. She layed there for a moment staring at the ceiling not fully awake yet wondering, why an alarm was going off.
Sitting straight up in bed “Proximity alarm!” Oracle couldn’t get off of her pallet bed fast enough. She’d blasted her way out of the facility she’d grown up in three years before so she was still paranoid as shit, the only time Oracle did leave her building was when she needed to resupply or was going absolutely stir crazy.
Oracle had gotten lucky, after she busted out she’d gotten in with a group of local car boosters, she’d been able to help them get big but was also smart enough to pull out of the game when she’d gotten enough to get herself settled.
Sitting in front of a microphone hooked up to a couple of megaphones outside Oracle picked the nearest one to Raya, and keeping the volume low “Hey Red this is private property.”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Raya jumped as she heard a PA system call her out. She could have sworn these places were abandoned, at least since the last time she was around here. Since when did this become private property?
"Yeah? Well.. Where's the deed?" she asked, as she looked around for the camera. Quickly she tore a bit of fabric off her grey t-shirt, using that to bandage the wound on her arm. Then she carefully crept to a nearby door, and proceeded to pick the lock. Which only took less than a couple minutes before she was in.
It was part of her plan, get in, stay low, and wait. She really didn't care if this really was private property or not. Raya just wanted to wait out the storm she happened to cause nearby with one of the local gangs. "Just letting myself in, thanks." She chirped quietly, as she carefully adjusted her makeshift bandage.
"Yeah? Well.. Where's the deed?" Oracle smiled a little, reaching over and grabbing a hair and pulling her hair up into a pony tail still watching the camera and saw the girl had moved. “Feisty, that’s always a plus.” hitting a button Oracle switched to an interior camera.
She watched as the girl let herself in, zooming in Oracle saw a bit of fabric on her arm "Just letting myself in, thanks." “You’re welcome, now allow me to light the way.” Reaching over Oracle flipped another switch causing lights to come on where Raya was. “You’re hurt, if you follow the lights they’ll bring you to where I am. I may have something that can fix it.” She flipped off the PA system and popped her neck as the voices filled her head, reaching over she grabbed one of the few bottles of the antipsychotics she had left and threw one in her mouth.
Oracle knew letting that girl get that far was a risk but since she hadnt’ really “talked” to anyone in a while she didn’t care.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
"How do I know you're not leading me into a trap?" She asked, as she got up. Looking towards where the lights were supposedly going to lead her. Hey it could be worse right? She could have been shot, or hey! Even worse than that, she could have been ambushed the moment she snuck into the building.
Slowly Raya walked up the staircase, still following the lights. She supposed curiosity was getting the better of her, after all. How many people would follow the directions of some voice from some woman on an intercom system? On top of that, this lady knew what she looked like, so that meant there were cameras around.
Finally she came up to what seemed like a door to some sort of office room. Well, possibly anyway. Raya knocked twice, before twisting the handle slowly, getting ready to duck in case anything was thrown at her. "Hello?"
"How do I know you're not leading me into a trap?" Oracle smirked a little “You’ll just have to have a little faith.” she reached over and clicked off the intercom and frowned a little. Faith, ha!
Getting up Oracle walked over to a drawer and started pulling out what she would need to patch up the girl.
She heard her opening the door slowly, keeping her back to the girl for a second Oracle finished grabbing what she needed. "Hello?" turning around Oracle motioned for the girl to sit “Hi ya.” she smiled a little at the girl trying to reassure her…and herself.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Raya watched the woman carefully as she walked into the room, she couldn't help but think this whole faith thing was harder than it seemed. Still… she was here, and that had to count for something right? She had been so focused on looking about the room that she almost hadn’t caught the motion the older girl made. “Oh, right.” Raya took her seat, smiling back a bit awkwardly, as she put a bit more pressure on her arm.
She eyed the redhead curiously, and most importantly what she was holding. “So…” Raya began, “I guess you could call me Raya.” This had to be the most awkward introduction ever, well at least for her at any rate. "Are you going to use a fish hook, and some line? 'Cause.. That's usually what I use... It's not really the best I suppose, still..." She paused, she hated stitching herself up, and now... A complete stranger was going to, Raya wasn't sure what to do.
“So…I guess you could call me Raya.” Oracle smiled slowly moving Rayas hand so she could look at the would “Nice to meet you Ms. Raya, my names Oracle.” she of shaken her hand but there were currently busy patching Raya up.
"Are you going to use a fish hook, and some line? 'Cause.. That's usually what I use... It's not really the best I suppose, still..." Oracle looked up at Rayas face as she finished cleaning the wound with a cotton swab “Umm, no not really it’s more like a type of glue that leaves a very tiny almost invisible scar.”
Slowly Oracle started to glue the wound together before slapping a bandage on it so it didn’t tear if Raya moved around to much. Smiling “There, good as new.”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
“Just Raya, ya don’t have to use all those formalities.” She insisted, hoping that she used ‘formalities’ correctly in that sentence. “It’s nice to meet you too, Oracle.” Raya smiled at the woman who was looking over the wound on her arm. She couldn’t help flinching as the cut was cleaned with the cotton swab. “I hadn’t thought about using glue to close a cut… Clever.”
Raya smiled at the other redhead as she placed the bandage over the cut. “Thanks.” She said, pulling the sleeve of her new-ish jacket over the bandage. “How long have you been staying here? If ya don’t mind me asking…” Curiosity always did get the better of her, and usually she ended up getting the pointy bit of a sharp stick.
The ‘Formalities’ that Oracle had been using had been pretty much drilled into her head when she was younger so until Raya had said something she hadn’t realized she had been using them. “Oh…sorry.” “I hadn’t thought about using glue to close a cut… Clever.” “Well…learning from personal experience it leaves a smaller scar so I thought it might be better suited to your situation.” she looked at Raya and shrugged “Plus I can’t stitch up a wound to save my life.” she said laughing a little.
“Thanks.” Oracle tilted her head to the side in a you’re welcome gesture as she put the items away and went over to a drawer placing the box that she had the first aid stuff in it. “How long have you been staying here? If ya don’t mind me asking…” Oracle leaned back on the table and did the math in her head “err, I’d say about…a year or two, not long.” moving over to the desk she had the computers at and opened a mini fridge under it grabbing two sodas before bring one over to Raya and handing it to her. “So, what were you running from then? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
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