Miranda

Playing with @navy .

The girl certainly looked way too old to be trick or treating, but she at least hat a witch hat that may or may not have been picked up from the street or plucked from the head of a real child. "I guess," she said, holding open a plastic bag. It was pretty strange for a girl her age to be trick or treating, but stranger still was how she had a second plastic bag on hand and how this one was actually halfway full. There was a lot of chocolate there, candies too but something was clearly off. It wouldn't take a detective to figure out that the girl was some kind of runaway - but there were some weird things here and there too, there were bruises on her arms and legs, a bandage by the side of her chin. There was a story there clearly, the arrogance she might've had initially wasn't visible after being forced to live from day to day like a vagrant. "I heard you were giving out pumpkin bread or something on top of candy." she told him bluntly.

"Think I can have some of that too?" she hastily added. It was hard to say if Miranda had a sob story, but there was probably a story there - just not one that'd paint her in good light. She was a girl that was dealing with the karma of living like a bitch these last few years and retribution sure was biting her in the ass hard.

"And yeah, if its fine, can I like, use your outlet over there?" she was pointing at the power outlet that was illuminating the LED pumpkin lights. "Just until I get to full charge." the phone in her hand was the latest model from what it looked like, but that didn't add up considering how broke the girl looked.

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

Normally, Miranda was the sort to be more suspicious, to be less likely to accept this kind of charity but given how she'd hit rock bottom the other day her willingness to do things beyond her regular scope had broadened - widely at that. "Sorry to intrude." she said, practically accepting the offer as she walked behind him, following him into what was at least a properly furnished office. "Thanks... honestly I'm not in a position to make demands, food is food at this point." she hooked up her phone to the power outlet, watching the green indicator and that lightning symbol blip into existence. At least it wasn't cold, she rubbed her arms and went to the faucet, giving him a look as she asked him. "I can wash my hands here right?" she indicated the sink, knowing some folks were touchy about that. With his consent she'd do just that and once she was clean enough, she'd go to the cup noodles, pouring water into the paper cup before plapping it unto the microwave and setting it to cook for two minutes on high.

As the microwave spun she sank into the chair, sighing, eyes looking around. "Sorry for the bother, I'm sure you've got kids to give candies too once they swing by. I'll finish up the meal and just bolt right out the door as soon as the phone's charged." the way she spoke made it sound like she was dead inside, which probably wasn't that far from the truth.

"I'll make it up to you when I can, Mister." she didn't know his name. "Miranda." she introduced herself, nodding slightly, taking off that hat. "Miranda Walker, I'm a bit of a troublemaker but yeah, thanks for putting up with my shit."

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

A dry, strained laugh escaped Miranda's lips as she looked at this guy. "You're probably misunderstanding something." she said. "I'm the one who fucked up." the trainer said, as if she could call herself a trainer. The last month had been really eye-opening for her. But she couldn't change her core, that she was a rotten little bitch deep, deep down. At least she certainly felt that way. "...but fine, I guess I shouldn't be snarky with the guy giving me food."

"I dunno if you ever heard about them, the Walker Corporation." she began, the name might've been known to Navy, if only by osmosis. It was the company that was involved in many others, they produced tires, components for phones and even sports drinks. "I'm the only daughter of the president." she droned one. "I'm kind of a bitch though, so I abused dad's kindness and well..."

"He got into a coma and the rest of the family finally decided to draw the line." she forced herself to smile despite that. "So yeah, I've been kicked out of the house. Heck I got myself into a Pokemon battle and got my ass beat by a fucking child." that was more than a humbling experience.

"Told me if I could win three badges, they'd let me back home though." the microwave pinged and she stood up, grabbing her first meal of the day and setting it on the table, blowing it as hard as she could while she resisted to wolf it down with that plastic spoon. "If you can make me good enough to win those badges, I'll give you a few million when I get my inheritance, whenever that is. Not that a job offer from a broke tramp's worth much."

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

"You googled my name didn't you?" she said, though she sounded unperturbed as she tilted her head to the corner. "You really sure you want me in here? You've seen how, how did the tabloid put it - staggeringly incompetent - I am?" she was the textbook image of a spoiled rich girl, though clearly much of her pomp had been beaten into the dirt as of late.

"A trainer who doesn't even know her Pokemon's moves - a trainer who lost her duel in record time." she could still remember that little kid, but she couldn't decide what pissed her off more. The fact that the kid was so condescending - even if it was utterly justified - or the fact that she was just that grossly pathetic. She bit her lower lip, that kind of pity party wasn't good. She didn't want to tear up again, she'd done most of her crying the other day.

"We can put it into writing if you want." she told him bluntly. "Just go to some legal office, have a notarized contract. You'll get a few millions for your efforts if I'm able to get my inheritance in three years time."

There was probably enough money there for him to retire, perhaps not a wealthy man, but he could at his age and he wouldn't have to worry about anything if he lived his life the way he did now. On the other hand, that fancy sportscar wouldn't be a pipedream anymore.

"I can help - lord knows I'll do a lot of things for a roof over my head and three meals a day at this point - but, I don't know jack shit about computers. Plus I'm not exactly detective material, don't you have to know how to beat up thugs for that?" she didn't even know why she was giving him reasons not to help her. Maybe it was self-depreciation, or maybe she was finally becoming self aware.

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

"I think at this point the question is more, am I willing to not die. Which the answer to is yes, so I'll do it. I'm kind of super out of options honestly speaking, I've got kind of a shit reputation after all." well, she wasn't being paid.

"Miry?" she was surprised by the nickname. "That doesn't roll off the tongue so easily don't you think?"

She wasn't sure how to feel about the pokemon, honestly she didn't know if she liked or hated pokemon, they were like... tools to her. Miranda never had a pet, she was way too forgetful to have one. Tending to them sounded like a pain in the ass, but now that her two pokemon were all she had, it felt less like an obligation and something she had to do just so she could keep some of her perceived value. "I guess..." she patted the pokemon's head, forcing herself to smile. "This guy doesn't bite, right?" she asked, a little worried but nevertheless, relieved that she had somewhere that she could rest.

"Navidson Solutions eh?" well, it sounded professional and that's what mattered in this industry. It was all about apperances.

"So where do I sleep?" she looked around the place. This was just much better than the bench she'd used as a bed the other night, the only reason she felt slightly more comfortable then was because she had Gengar standing on guard duty and a lot of people didn't wanna mess with a fully evolved pokemon. "I mean if you've got a storage room I can probably make do with a mattress." she did at least have some of her clothes in her duffel bag, not a lot, but enough.

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

"I'm not sure I can call you, they might cut my postpaid but if you have wifi here at least I can reach you through one of those messaging apps. I think they let you make five minute calls on those for free." it was the best solution she could come up with. The guy was really putting a lot of faith in her, but at least Miranda was above stealing. She wasn't going to go leave this place, though at the very least a show of faith was in order. "And I guess if you really need to reach me, this office does have a land line, it'll wake me up."

"Wait." she told him, opening her wallet and sifting through it before she found what she wanted. A plastic card. "Here." she handed it over to him. "You're going to need my personal information if you're going to have your lawyer create that contract for you." it was her government I.D. with all the pertinent information he'd need, her name, birthday, even blood type was there. "At least you know I ain't running away so rest easy. I'll just get it back from you once the paperwork is finalized."

"I don't have a toothbrush..." she told him. "I'll just worry about buying one tomorrow if you can lend me money for that." she'd have to figure out an alternate way of making money, she had a lot of toiletries to buy. "And if you know anyone on the used market, I guess I'm willing to sell this phone. I can probably get something entry-level to replace it." something like this could be traded in for a dozen entry level ones anyway.

"I guess..." she picked up a piece of strawberry candy and popped it into her mouth. "This is goodnight?"