Psylocke (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} psylocke_betsy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
Betsy had no idea why she was hanging out in Central Park of all places late at night, but she couldn't stand being cooped up in her small brown stone apartment and she needed to take a walk to stretch her legs. Sure Central Park had a reputation for muggings after dark, but Betsy was more than capable of taking care of herself.
If anyone was foolish enough to try and rob her they would be one sorry wanker. Then again it wasn't like Betsy had anything on her worth taking. Her wallet was empty and aside from the clothes on her back and the small set of daggers she had slipped in her boots she wasn't carrying anything else. She kept her mind open to make sure no one snuck up behind her and so far so good, she wasn't picking up anyone nearby.
That's why she was so surprised when a man walked out of the woods and on to the street just a few paces from her. "Bloody hell." She exclaimed as she stepped back. It wasn't easy to scare Betsy but she wasn't sure how she'd managed to miss that he was nearby. "Sorry luv, I didn't see you there." She said regaining her composure.