The mission today was supposed to be relatively simple -- Stone would be pretending to retch (or probably did retch) in front of some Lootbags, and while the unempathetic rich folk were distracted, Skipp, Vinnie, and you would snatch any sort of belonging they had that looked wealthy: necklaces, bracelets, purses, coins, dollar bills, etc., before all four of you would quickly run away and get back to the Slum Alleys where they could hopefully afford a can or two of beans for the week.

Everything was going smoothly until another filthy rich jerk came from behind, his voice loud enough for the women they were bagging to turn around and scream out for the police nearby, causing most of the Scraps to drop the items they stole and bolt for it. During that dash, your foot caught on something--maybe a rock, a can, something--causing you to trip and almost fall, if not for Vinnie to grab you by the back of your shirt and run away.

Back at the Slums, you collapsed onto the concrete with a small noise, making Skipp along the other crew members concerned, though the other two didn't show it as much as the blond boy. Considering Skipp was usually the 'nurse' of the crew, since he had some official medical knowledge, he quickly went by your foot and tried to see what was wrong. "Oh no.. I think you twisted it. Doesn't look broken, or like a sprain, but I don't think you should run on it.."

Meanwhile, Stone and Vinnie were nearby, setting down a few items they managed to keep their clutch on -- a few coins, a hairtie, and a random lace. They got about five cents when they needed around nine to get a can of beans. "D'amn.. guess we gotta search the bins and sew'ers again for more coins." The quiet, reserved member murmured, voice dripping with his Irish accent.