[color=fff79a]Miyamae, Nanami[/color][hr]

The new bike roared, its powerful engine purring excitedly at the speed she was pushing it to go.

A recent 'acquisition', her just dues from one of the richest parts of the city. A small bike like these wouldn't be missed, nor would they even find out who it was, considering all it took for her was to just jump in the flip side, jump out and disable their cameras, then shove the vehicles into her storage space and get out again using the other side of the world. All in all, she had a few more good additions to her growing collection. 

Stopping the bike, she dematerialized it, and summoned a familiar old beat up trailer truck, before flipping back to the real world, under a sort of an overpass bridge near the east side, where the construction left a bit of a ledge for a truck to park on under it.There was rarely anyone here, not even the hoboes or homeless, due to the high winds and height of the ledge she was on. 

Reaching inside what had been her home for quite a while, she took out a can of sardines, and a slightly dirty spoon. With just a wipe of the spoon on her skirt and carefully removing the gasmask, she dug into the can, and sat down on the back of the truck. 

A solidary life, where she would raid the rich to supply herself every month. 

She wanted nothing to do with the newer people for the most part. Some of them made her feel sick with contempt, especially those who treat it like a game.

Almost as if summoned by her thoughts, the tell tale bells of several Elegies approaching came. 

[color=fff79a]"Again...."[/color]

The truck disappeared, as she pulled out a motorcycle. She munched slowly on her tuna as she waited for the Elegy to come.