Seras Victoria: Problem Child


02: First Week

Seras woke, shivering. Brr! It's cold.

Huddling deeper into her blanket she fumbled for her backpack to retrieve her last bag of crisps. She was getting sorta sick of them anyhow. Munching her salty breakfast she pondered what to do next. She felt like it was time to move on to a different city, this one was too small and the adults were giving her strange looks. Maybe she could…

Peeking cautiously out of the bush, she watched the house for a good ten minutes for any sign of life inside. She really needed more food.

A voice in the back of her head nagged that what she was considering doing wasn't what a cop would do. But she wasn't a cop yet, and still just a kid, she defended mentally.

Decision made she crept cautiously up to the house and tried the back door, it was unlocked and led directly into the kitchen. Being careful not to make a sound, she rummaged in the pantry for food she could take with her. Taking the cereal bags out of their boxes and some crackers, refilling her water bottles, and grabbing the packet of jerky Seras turned back to the glass door and froze. A woman in a beige terry cloth robe was standing at the entrance to the kitchen with a stunned look on her face before her cheeks flushed with rage and she advanced with heavy steps, "'oo th' bloody 'ell d'ye think y' are comin' inta my ;ouse an' stealin' my food y' little beggar?" The woman's hand raised to slap her and Seras bolted, her little legs pumping like the wind as she threw the door open and leaped over the hedge, bag held protectively to her chest as the home owner chased after her screaming bloody murder. Seras ducked through five different yards before the sound of pursuit stopped and she slumped against a fence before crawling into the nearby bush and wincing as the thorns snagged her clothes.

Pulling out the bag of jerky and one of her refilled waters, Seras munched on her additional breakfast and rested a bit. After a while, she dared to escape the neighborhood and make her way to the bus depot for another bus heading south. South seemed to be a good direction.

A three hour bus ride later, with various bald faced lies to the prying adults, the somewhat ragged looking orphan escaped into a local park and plonked herself down on the swing set.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Yawning, she rubs tiredly at her eyes and pulls another snack from her backpack and glances around for any witnesses before she scurries up a nearby tree and onto the convenient wooden landing. Clearly someone was building a tree fort. All the better for her that it'd be a kid she could maybe play with, she was getting a bit lonely. Using the bag as a pillow, she settled down for a nap.

"Seras."

Jerking awake, the blonde bit her lip to muffle her shriek as she stared into luminous red eyes. Oh.

"Ally? How'd you find me?"

The girl gave a secretive grin and clucked her tongue, "That's my secret to keep, little Police Girl. I came to check on you. How's life on the streets?"

"…Okay, I guess."

The ravenette's eyes gleamed knowingly as she swung her legs over the edge of the wooden platform. "I can't stay long, but I've got time to teach you some survival techniques, Seras."

"Oh. Cool."