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Location: TRAIN → GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS
Interacting with: ‘Boston Renegades’, Max and Spencer in particular @foxygen @Wade Wilson
Usually whenever Max and Spencer (whom Emily persistently dubbed M’Spencer often) were somewhere together alone Emily usually had her two cents to put in about it but today her mind was too busy messing with her as she fiddled with her MP3 player. Sure, she hadn’t fit the stature of a law abiding citizen or even a ‘good’ girl in that case but never did she think the stakes would become so high. Sure, prison was something. Not the best of places, especially after she’d banged with every decent male prisoner (and even an officer, leaving him handcuffed to one of the cells, his pants on the other side of the room), in the jail. That was when it really become a nuisance. All the same she was glad for the breakout. She suspected she’d somehow breakout but not so soon, never did she consider it was come to this, both the people of justice and the king of crime on her tail.
Although she wasn’t quite able to formulate the words as M’Spencer (insert fedora tip here) took their seat she gave them a suggestive glance which said just what she had everytime, ”Did you lovebirds have fun getting busy?” waiting for them both to get her facial message before giving them a mischievous glance alongside a snicker before returning to playing around with her MP3, head bopping along to the music, a faint sound possible to be heard by those close enough. Sure, the non-verbal comment was in good fun, in most cases that two people willingingly walked into room alone she’d imply they were banging or doing something of the likes, however, it seemed these 2 were actually at it, all the signs pointed to it. For two criminals they were not at all masters of subtlety. Either that or Emily had had sex so many times with so many men she could practically sense that they just had, or Emily was letting her joke get the better of her.
Not long after Max brought attention to the newspaper in his hands. Emily skimmed over it briefly. She had to admit, she was surprised to be on a missing person’s report. Her eyes quickly found her name, No image available. Bastards. They probably didn’t appreciate her persistence for her mugshot’s obscene figure, or to remove the smirk on her face (handcuffs can’t solve everything sweetie). She could tell it was her parents that gave no comment, oh well. It was better her mother didn’t give a comment otherwise it would be You better not come back to this house Emily Florence or She’s better lost and saving me the grief. Her father was far too busy to care as usual, she gave a sigh sitting back in her seat and returning to her music.
Emily snickered at Spencer’s comment. ”We’re renegades, not just in Michaels’ eyes but in the law’s, the last thing they want to do is make us sound good,” she replies in a hushed whisper, ”Though if we’re going to do that pop group thing I bags being the one that fights and throws stuff at the paparazzi!” she jokes. Quickly Emily jumps up from her seat as Spencer does and slaps him just above his left ear before muttering ”Do you know anything about subtlety? No wonder you were caught,” allowing the gruff voice pouring through the speakers to cover her words and avoid anyone who weren’t within a close radius to hear her. She glared at him for a moment longer before stepping away so the rest of the group could walk through.
They hadn’t even left the state as of so far. Emily gave a sigh. She wasn’t at all optimistic about where they turned up, particularly if that article was all over Boston, it might have been a better idea to stay on the train until they left the state. Who put the Banging buddies in charge anyway? Well, she supposed, by following that probably showed she agreed. Either way, the coast scene was quite beautiful. Emily almost didn’t belong with her old short shorts fading in some spots and her wavy ginger hair a rat’s nest, parts being blown by the gentle breeze. The water was gentle, forming the slightest of waves. Between it’s beautiful blue and the sandy shore it looked like something that belonged in a pamphlet.
As Spencer found the group a place to stay Emily tugged the oh-so-precious pamphlet from Max’s hand turning it in her own, treating it with much less care than Max had but care enough for it to not crumple or tear. ”I never liked spa resorts anyway, broke into a room once or twice, full of snobs. A camping ground seems perfect,” she says in a lame attempt to keep the group’s spirits up, and any rate she was agreeing with the pair of boys without making so harassing or suggestive comment, what could she say? She felt kind at that moment
