And left and right and right and right and left forward forward and right and left back back left right.
It was a dance. A different type than something like ballet of course. But it was something she much preferred. It was rapid. The beat exciting. Movements simple. Maybe if this were somewhere other than Millenium City, then maybe shed' have gathered something of a crowd. But the idle passerby would probably glance in her direction as they watched her rapidly and flawless movements, thinking something to themselves along the lines of; "She's probably some kind of metahuman."
Tickets spewed out of the machine, much to Sacha's own smug pleasure. Teeth had shown as ticket after ticket spewed out the machine. Upon the ending, she grabbed the clump of them and gathered into a role. And then with her purse, she rolled them all up and wedged them deep within the pocket. Somewhere between her Glock 18 and newfound rope knife.
However, as she found that while she'd amassed a great amount of tickets, she only had a few tokens left.
I should make them count then.[ Maybe I can get something funny for Kate.
Her eyes scanned the room.
The noise of a sneaker on metal. Some kid had kicked the machine hard enough for it to near leave the ground. Sacha rolled her eyes as she strolled over and waited behind the kid. Watching. Waiting. Her head tilts as she peaks over his shoulder. Eyes follow the movements of the hand, flickering between that and the movements of the claw. Another failure and another kick. Someone who she presumed was the child's mother then walked over and grabbed the kid by the shirt, picking him up and walking off with him. And leaving Sacha free.
And soon she found herself maneuvering the claw with her tiny fingers. Wiggling it around. Taking her time. Keeping the amount of time in question in mind before she finally pushed that button.
Rather than the bear, the claw had grasped an absolutely tiny ball with which she could cash in a code to get her true prize. The biggest bear on the counter. One which almost as tall as she was at some four feet. It had black beady eyes and it's material was surprisingly quality and long lasting. Sadly the only bear in the building.
Huh. I wonder what Kate is gonna think of this.
Probably something sassy. Or something about "Sacha, I'm too grown for that. Just keep it for yourself."
The girl walked. Big bear in hand. And then soon looked over as she watched another boy punching a bag.
That machine must run out of tickets pretty quick.
Something else that brought her some degree of pause was the boy. He was familiar, vaguely. Sacha did like to do her research. Being that she was (secretly) kind of sort of maybe a girl with a vigilante criminal alter ego then she liked to know who was who. After a brief moment's analysis, she surmises his power to be something in the realm of durability in particular. With some augmented strength. Encountering him was unlikely though.
A part of her wondered if she should cash in the rest of her tickets now or earn more for an even better reward. There are still prizes to be had after all.