[color=8dc73f][b]Hazama, Harumi[/b][/color][hr]

[color=8dc73f]"Geh."[/color]

Jerked backwards by the rough hand grabbing her collar, Harumi could do nothing but squirm as more and more people came in. To think that her ruse failed. She could, perhaps, try to convince them she was undercover, as Judgement members did hide their armbands when trying not to attract attention, but as of right now, none of them was in any condition to accept more input for her. Even a true Judgement member pulling out their armband would perhaps be viewed as a fake still. She did take offense to the comment about selling her pictures off though. She was in this primarily for the story, though money was hard to come by, so no one could fault her for trying to make some more on the side.

She was so very close to escaping too.

Harumi jumped slightly as one of them started calling Antiskill, but the remarks about snatching her camera and equipment was what set her off. Trying to take away her [i]camera?[/i] Her very life? It was as important as, no, [i]more [/i]important than her own life to her. With a fluid motion, she put her camera in her bag, and pulled out thin leather gloves, wearing them quickly in a swift practiced motion. With a twisting motion, she escaped the boy's grasp during the brief moment he was occupied with speaking to the 'beatnik'.

She ran not towards where the exit was, but away from it, where there were less of them. One of the things she was confident of was her physical fitness after all; she has done this before, and it was very likely she could simply outrun them all. The road they were in wasn't a dead end, of that she was sure. If it was, they would have met the perpetrator as they came back out.

[color=8dc73f][i]Tch, I'll remember this.[/i][/color]