I'd Give It All To Not Be Alone-- open

[Tabitha Marie Krane]

Tabitha gaped her mouth at Melissa. When they left? That could take forever, right? Or not.. She glanced back at the guy behind the counter and smiled, hoping she didn't look too suspicious. "Um, can I just get a cheese pizza with pineapple? The smallest size you have?" She asked, not dropping that smile. It was good to be friendly, especially if you had to look like you weren't running around with rebel. He touched a few buttons on his computer, and then looked back up. Probably waiting for Melissa's order.

Tabitha turned around, so he couldn't read her lips and whispered to Melissa. "If you want. Totally up to you." Her mind was thinking a mile a minute. Then needed a better plan then just waiting for them to leave. For all they knew, someone could have saw her and Melissa together, knowing that Melissa was being chased by SMILE. Or there's a possibility people saw it, but didn't care... She tilted her head to the side, thinking. Thinking of something should have been easy, but when in panic your mind didn't work well. Then, an idea hit Tabitha.

"I could possibly distract them?" She suggested, eyeing the operatives. They didn't seem so scary. "After all, they don't give a shit what I do... Given, that it's not a very good plan." She added, thinking aloud. It happened, a lot for her. But she never cared.

[Melissa Clark]

The cogs in Melissa's head were whirring and clicking as she looked from left to right. People would begin to get suspicious if she were to continue standing there. The light haired woman shifted her weight from hip to hip. As she was looked to for her order, it only really just dawned on her that she was there for pizza. "Ah, anchovies, olives, pineapple, tomato, ham. All together, with a garlic crust." Melissa nodded her head firmly, she knew it would make her breath stick but it would satisfy her, and make all the running about and explosions worth while. Should she actually get to eat it, assuming the SMILE members left, was a completely different story. A Rebel's life consisted mostly of bouncing into hiding places, living rough and facing death with a steely heart.

Swiping hair out of her face as she looked to Tabitha, Melissa allowed her idea to actually register with her overworking mind. "If you think you can, and you won't get yourself caught, then go for it. I think I may actually pop off to the loo though, just in case they spot me. Hopefully we can make this quick." Melissa instructed softly, talking under her breath as she whipped off the belt from around her jeans. Wearing a belt while possibly squatting in a dank smelly room to avoid capture was always painful. Something she'd learned out of previous experiences. "Don't die." Slinging her belt over her chair, she made a quick exit into the bathrooms. The usually chirpy woman was perfectly serious, knowing that Citizens could be whipped up and taken away quite quickly should they be too bold. And though Melissa liked Tabitha, and didn't necessarily not like her, she didn't want to have to bound out, and put her own life in risk to save her/help out.

[OOC: Considering Melissa is in the bathroom, I imagine you could either deal with the SMILE members as you wish, and should you wish to godmod Melissa for your post, feel free too.]

[Tabitha Marie Krane]

Tabitha watched Melissa walk to the restroom. The loo? She wasn't familiar with that word. Well, obviously. She wasn't originally from England. She went with common sense and decided it meant bathroom, in which it probably did. She turned slowly, watching the SMILE members once again. They seemed to be standing guard outside the pizza place almost. Panic went through her, along with adreneline. She loved adventure, she loved taking chances... But she was still scared. Tabitha took a deep breath, lifting her shoulders, and then let it out while her shoulders slumped. Alright, here I go.

With a flick of her hair, she flashed one last smile at the cashier. He returned it, but that didn't surprise Tabitha. She then walked to the doors and opened them, coming face to face with SMILE operatives. In perfect sync they both looked at her with big frowns. In turn, she flahsed a huge toothy white smile at them hoping to make their mood more.. positive. Just go with it. "Hey there." She said sweetly. One of the SMILE members widened their eyes slightly. He probably realized that she wasn't English. She looked at the other one, and noticed he too was a male. This should be easy... Doubt trailed that thought though.

Both of the SMILE members said nothing whatsoever, just kept looking at her with frowns. I can't be acting too obvious... "If you don't mind me askin'... What are ya'll standin' out here for? Is there something goin' on?" She asked innocently, proudly showing her southern accent. This time both of them widened their eyes. Tabitha didn't know why, and didn't bother to think about it. "A rebel is loose in the city." One of them explained quickly. Tabitha turned her eyes on him. He had brown eyes and brown hair, pretty average looking in Tabitha's opinion.. And also looked about thirty. "Oh really?" Tabitha gasped, pretending to act interested. She noticed the other SMILE member nod his head slightly. He too had brown hair, but his eyes were gray, but looked about twenty-five.. Or something around there, Tabitha was horrible at guessing ages.

"Do you know anything?" The guy with gray eyes then asked suspiciously. Tabitha gaped her mouth open, pretending to look offended. This was great practice for her acting abilities. "Not really. Anyone with common sense knows not to socialize or mess with them." Tabitha said, sounding a bit mean. They both then looked more suspicious. The blonde then realized that her heart was pounding, faster than usual. Can I actually do this? She formed her mouth into a small smile, and looked from man to man, hoping to find some clues to why she looked so suspicious. Then one finally spoke up, "I would appreciate if you took your naive self and leave us be. We are not working to be hit on by some immature lass, we are here to find a rebel and turn bring her to SMILE headquarters." It was the one with gray eyes. His eyes were cold, and Tabitha felt her heart sink.

Feeling utterly foolish, she looked at the one with brown eyes. He looked like he was about to kill her.. She could just imagine him pulling out a gun of some sort and killing her. "Leave us alone." The guy she was looking at then said coldly. The words they said weren't very hurtful, but it was the way they said them. I'm so stupid. Silently, Tabitha turned around and headed back into the pizza place. She sat in the nearest booth and propped her elbows on the table. She then buried her face in her hands, not knowing what else to do. She probably looked like a overly sensitive teenage girl. Which she was, at heart.

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa was completely unaware of Tabitha's actions and the responses she was getting from the SMILE operatives. She didn't even know if they had left yet, or not. For all she knew, they were gone. Or in a worse case, they had called backup, shot down Tabitha in an act of deranged violence, no matter how unlikely and the place was now swarmed with SMILE workers after anyone that would get in their way. Upon thinking this, the young adult cowering in the bathroom glanced at the door of the bathroom. Trusting it's firm wooden self to jam should anyone from SMILE try to get in. Melissa's face was known, she'd be around, she'd be shot at, she'd be shot, people knew her face. Certain citizens even recognised her as the one who helped blow up a SMILE bunker only for it to explode all over a hospital. That was a fairly dark day. For everyone, everyone seemed to suffer that day.

Splashing water in her face, Melissa leaned over the sink, her shoulders sagging before she looked up at herself in the mirror. She was attempting to wake herself up and see something better, and get rid of some muck on her face. Perhaps if she looked less shabby, she might get away with being mistaken if she put the hood of her jacket up. Taking a deep breath as Tabitha did her best to distract the workers, Melissa grasped her hands together, twisting and holding them uneasily as she paced back and forth in the bathroom.

As she leaned on a tiled wall and looked to the cracks in the paint on the ceiling, the door she was stood perhaps foolishly opposite - swung open. Melissa's eyes widened, and her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Her pulse was resembling a group of horses, racing and galloping through her veins, roaring throughout her body with a force. But suddenly, it was all silenced, no longer mattering as whoever had walked in was just a normal person. Just a citizen woman come to do her business and move on with a cracked, false smile upon her lips. She looked around forty, with wispy mousy brown hair. She had bags under her eyes, and had a figure that said she'd had children, but the worry lines on her face suggested that there were family troubles. Melissa had learned how easy it was to profile someone in the first few seconds of meeting them, her father had taught her. He had been a policeman in his prime and often brought home paperwork, files on criminals that needed reading and filling out. Perhaps even researching. One night, he had sat down with Melissa while she played her video games and he had spoken to her. Explaining that in the first few moments of seeing a person you could tell a lot about them. You just needed to register body language, look at their facial expression and listen. If they breathed heavily, or wheezed, they could have been a smoker. Or if they generally looked pale and horrid, they could have been ill. A lot of these things weren't hard to register or learn. Which was probably why the ditzy blonde woman had taken to it so easily. Minimal effort, you see.

As Melissa reminisced, the woman had done all she'd needed to and was just washing her hands in the sink Melissa had just been washing her face in. The woman didn't really look at Melissa, perhaps glanced at her on her way in, but now she was leaving she just didn't seem to have registered in the stranger's mind.

Brushing all worries and thoughts of the woman out of her head, Melissa watched as the door swung open. She glanced quickly through it, seeing that there were no hundreds of SMILE members, she let out a quick exhale of relief. The blonde did however, see that the two original SMILE workers hadn't really moved or been distracted. The twenty year old did see her new friend, acquaintance, buddy, whatever you wanted to call what was going on between the Rebel and the Citizen - looking pretty down. Melissa wondered what had happened, and curiosity over safety brought her forward. She moved quickly and slid into the side of the booth that faced away from the window. She looked at the woman with long, honey coloured hair. "Didn't manage to get rid of them?" Melissa asked light-heartedly, still completely unaware of what had gone on between the three while she had been cowardly hiding the bathroom for what seemed like an utter eternity. it wasn't exactly a nice place to hide in the first place. Melissa cocked her head, hoping she looked a bit cleaner now as she sunk down a little to avoid being recognised. Her light blue eyes continued to observe Tabitha, perhaps a little concern glinting in them as she took in the woman sitting across from her.

[Tabitha Marie Krane]

Tabitha didn't bother to look up, even though she heard Melissa's familiar voice. She had never experienced something so incredibly embarrassing before. Slowly, the young girl took in a deep breath and then let it out, trying to get herself level headed. She probably looked ridiculous in Melissa's eyes for all Tabitha knew. Slowly, she peeked out from under her hands to see that Melissa looked.. somewhat cleaner. A small smile creeped on Tabitha's lips. She really is paranoid. Hoping that her mascara was smeared or anything, Tabitha removed her hands and showed a small smile. "Is it that obvious?" She said flatly. Tabitha then smirked and cocked her head towards the SMILE operatives. Their backs were toward Tabitha, so they wouldn't know she was staring at them. "They're big jerks." Tabitha then whispered, her small smalling falling into a straight line.

Her head turned back to Melissa then, but her expression stayed the same. "I really fail at distracting SMILE people. Did I mention that before?" She added, hoping to crack a dry humored joke in the awkward atmosphere. Then she remembered the pizza. What was taking to long? Tabitha sighed again, and stared at the back of the cashier's head. Sometimes she wished that she could control minds.. She could make him think they already paid...

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa smiled and shook her head with a chuckle. She was finding this quite amused. "Don't worry about it, SMILE members are usually.." The pale haired woman shrugged with an entertained laugh. "Usually knob'eds." Melissa laughed, her South London accent coming out. Melissa had been brought up in a horrible area. People had spray tanned themselves orange, gotten pregnant at fourteen and generally screwed around and wrecked their lives before they were even legal to work. Now, Melissa had never been one of those people, but she was brought up with the lingo of the streets and every now and then it showed through, sparkly and grimy. So - everything now and then Melissa had a pinch of cockney in her.

"I think we okay for a little while, though. I reckon they should leave soon - Two SMILE captures, by the looks of it, won't stand outside a pizza place for too terribly long I imagine." Melissa smiled, and the two fell into silence for a little bit. The smell of pizza and drinks filled the silence and just as the Rebel's mouth began to drip saliva. It smelled too good to be true. Just as Melissa shut her mouth and wiped at her chin shyly, a waiter different from the lad behind the counter walked over holding Melissa's stinking pizza and Tabitha's slightly more plain one. "Yes!" Melissa chirped, leaning over and pulling up the greasy food, just as the SMILE workers began to totter off. Melissa stuff a mouthful twice as large as she'd normally take into her mouth and groaned in appreciation. She noticed the waiter stood looking at her peculiar actions, and just gave him a thumbs up. She looked to Tabitha and smiled brightly.