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OO1. ROBBERY GONE WRONG! ❝don't touch my fucking hair ❞
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One thing Iggy was good at, was scaling a fucking building. With great haste, she climbed out of her acquaintances' window, pulling herself up to the roof. "See 'ya, Sigrid!" She shouted, inhaling atop of the girls' high rise home. "Bye, Iggy!" The curly blonde stuck her head out of the window, with a wide smile. Ignatia began speeding over the tenement-like houses. Her marmalade eyes glanced at the high-tech watch on her wrist, grunting agitatedly. She'd promised she was going to meet her group at a time that is about to pass in only a few minutes. She had, unfortunately, gotten caught up with a girl she'd met fairly recently—Sigrid.
They met on the crowded streets of the Undercity. Her foot was cocked up against a shiny purple amp, while her fingers worked at the strings of a matching electric guitar. A silver pick was pinched between her painted fingers — index and thumb. Ignatia was wandering aimlessly, needing some sporadic alone time after a semi-successful robbery. She fiddled with a new gadget that she was working on, when she ran into the blonde. Sigrid's light brown eyes were focused on the movements of her slender fingers, rather than the events around her. Iggy had come to a halt, just to enjoy the riffs she played almost effortlessly. After the song, the blonde just introduced herself, and the carmine-haired girl did the same.
That little interaction created a path for more to come. Seeing her play was a sight for sore eyes and sore ears. Iggy thought it could potentially be a great distraction from her feverish mind. So... she'd go to practice with her a few times a week—trying to fit Sigrid's practice in along with Ignatia's other obligations. But, lately nothing has been fitting in properly. The pieces were not matching no matter how hard she tried.
Vi is going to kill me!
Iggy heaved, sprinting through buildings and apartments with an earnest look on her face. Like previously mentioned, she could scale a building like it was second nature. Over the years she developed extreme feline tendencies. As a child, she had to fit into small spaces very often. Without a solid roof over head, she had to make shit work. Iggy was on the look out for inconspicuous vacancies, and those happened to work just fine.
