That Helpless Old Hag

[Lola Green]

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"Aw shucks," grumbled the old woman as she watched the last bus of the night pull away from its stop. It was a shame she had no super speed where she could sped and make it in time for the bus. Or better yet, teleportation! That way, she would not have to even take the bus but instead just teleport herself right into her home where she would be greeted by her many pets.

However, that was not the case right now. "Unbelievable!" As what most non powered would do when they had missed their bus, Lola had resolved to walking back. It was quite a distance. So she better start walking now. But the night was eerily quiet. The old woman did not like that one bit. Nu uh. Not at all.

With her purse clutched, she stomped her foot on the ground in frustration. Lola Green was throwing a mini tantrum. Too bad no one was there to see the seventy year old wiggling her bottom as she shook the anger out of her system.

Or was there? The sound got her on high alert. "Who is out there? You better not be a mugger!"

[Richard Buckles]

There was a dead silence after her words that seemed to come directly after he probing question. In fact was a mugger as a young man of moderate stature with a hoodie up came rushing past her and grabbed her purse ya king it from her arms with a hard wrenching motion. Once he had it he started up running again as fast as he could.

Little did either of them know they Richard was across the street rolling out of one of the bars. He wasn't drunk since he had school the next day and it was still a bit early for a night out. He rolled his neck side to side out in the brisk air letting his breathe fog out with an exhale. Darkness had settled early tonight as always did in the winter. He was walking towards his car fiddling with his keys when he noticed Lola stomping around a bit angrily. He found it a bit funny watching an old woman throw a tantrum.

He of course was coming her direction to see if he could help her as he was a good boy helping his elder. Then he noticed the guy in the hoodie based on his trajectory and speed he was going to run into her. Then instead he did a quick deceleration. The moment the guy out his hands on her bag he began booking it over to her. He of course forgot in haste to check for cars coming. He took ended up barely avoiding getting hit by a car that was honking at him.

This is what stopped him from directly intercepting the guy. He was a few yards behind him on the pavements. They were down the street a good block from Lola by now. If she was looking she would see Richard throw something at the kid which made him flinch and slow. What they were was Richard's keys, the strike caused enough deceleration he caught up with the mugger.

He proceeded to grab the guy and spun him around in a half turn. The mugger went flying into the light pole they made their interaction so easy to spot. The kid went head first into it and went down hard. Richard huffed as he picked up the bag and jogged his way back over "You okay Ma'am?"

[Lola Green]

Now if she had full precognition, she bet she would have most definitely predicted the guy in the hoodie coming up behind her with his grabby hands ready to snatch her purse. But nooooo she just had to be like every other non mutants and endure the snatch theft. Hump!

"Excuse you, that is not yours!" cried out the old lady as she stared furiously at the figure running away into the night with her purse clutched so unfashionably looking and mismatched against his beaten up hoodie. Ugh. If looks could kill... "Somebody catch him! For the love of god, my purse!" That was all Lola Green could do. Shout and shout for help and hope somebody was willing to help heard her. She was not crazy. She did not run after the mugger, no matter how badly she would have wanted to, because frankly, a woman as old as her should not be exerting herself all that much.

Thankfully, a good passerby saw it all and immediately ran into action. The old woman watched him with a hopeful look as he chased after the man running away with her purse. Come on, come on, come on. The streetlamps did not offer much light but Lola tried to peer through and watch the scene played out before her. But after awhile, she only saw shadows of them since they were too far away for her old grey eyes to make out clearly.

Once the kind man returned, she waddled and met him halfway. "Who, me? Seeing as to how unharmed I am, I'd say I got lucky!" exclaimed Lola as she took the purse from her rescuer. She clutched it to her chest as she let out an audible sigh of relief. "Thank you. I would have been purse-less and that prick would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you. Are you alright, deary?"

[Richard Buckles]

He handed her purse back to her and he set his hand on her shoulder softly as he looked into her eyes. She could see a bit of a scarring on his face from something but it was only slight so in the dark she might not be able to see. "Well I am glad to hear you are just fine." he said with a smile "Oh me? I am fine." He ran back down to where he had thrown the keys and retrieves them moving back to her as he unlocked his car. "Sorry had to get those back, but what about we get you to sit down while I call the police and wait for them to show up?" he suggested softly "Did you drive yourself ma'am? If not you can wait in my car while I baby sit the fellow down there till the cops show up."

She was such a wide eyed sweet seeming old lady he couldnt help but want to make sure she was taken care of. He strange speaking pattern was endearing and cute for sure. He put his arm out to escort her whether that be to his car or over to her own now based on her answer. "Wouldnt want you to feel less than secure till they show up." he said assuringly "Sorry you had to see that less than kind take down, ma'am. My name is Richard."

[Lola Green]

The little light did not offer much help, but when she really focused, she could see the scarring on his face. This did not settle in well with the old woman. Had her rescuer gotten hurt whilst trying to retrieve her purse from the prick? She had not seen what exactly went down between the two males, but it could not be good if someone was injured. If it was the thief, then Lola did not really give much thought to his state -- hello, he snatched her purse! So when the young man assured her that he was indeed fine, she let out an audible sigh of relief. Phew.

"Yes, that would be nice, deary." The seventy year old nodded a little too eagerly at his suggestion. "Oh no, I'm no longer driving. Nowadays I just take the bus. Though, I missed the last one just now, hence why I'm still out on the streets this late," she said as she took his arm and allowed herself to be escorted to his car. "Thank you." Well, at least with this turn of events, it did not seem like the old woman would have to walk home all alone.

"It's quite alright, dear. Definitely a pleasure to meet you, Richard. I'm Lola. Say, what ever did you do to that one, hmm?" She turned her head around, trying to seek out the purse snatcher to see if he was still there or had ran away.