Recent content by Lace

Lace could have almost sworn she felt lighter after handing over the bag of pills to Xash. Except that it had to be in her head, there was no sense to it. All it meant was that the green-haired teen had made another sale, though one that she could pocket a few more eddies from. Her supplier...

"Not really," she drawled, her wry little smirk turning into a hapless twitch of her lips. Lace couldn't offer what the woman wanted from her, if she even knew what it was. Soul mates? They weren't even chooms. Friends didn't come as easily to her among peers anyway, unlike some people. And from...

It was the right choice, Lace told herself as she managed her way back to her bike. She'd know it anywhere, it's odd, unibody styling looking not unlike the black sheep of any herd. A car would be better, easier for a teenager needing to carry around the odd trappings of school life, and maybe a...

At Westbrook Prep Academy, Lace could usually count on a teacher taking charge of a disaster. Any real disaster, that was, if someone got hurt or there was a fire, her teachers wouldn't hesitate to separate the students from the danger and call for any assistance they needed. She had learned...

The days of gaming were long past for her, when Lace had been a child of disability and extreme caution. She hadn't been a very competitive one, either, outside of games played against her dad and other kids her age. Classmates at school would try their luck against international players of all...

Last night had been a late one for Lace, and today wasn't doing her many favors either. She had to fight back a yawn, ignoring the bushes that were clawing at her knees and legs. The Nomad's late-night call wasn't entirely the reason she was navigating past the edges of campus, but the flurry of...

Graduation from Arasaka Academy set Lace firmly behind the woman who led the way through the maze of corporate divisions operating behind closed doors with colorful marketing pitches decorating their semi-transparent windows. Even the interior of Arasaka was designed like their seminars at a...

Keeps me sharp. So the same reason her classmates used the stims she sold. The line had the same cadence as the ones she had heard already, underselling the woman's reality. Xash was a junkie for certain, and maybe she didn't even know it herself. For her part Lace could tell, not that she was...

Just walking these halls felt wrong to her, as if they themselves were whispering, 'You shouldn't be here.' Not that Lace needed much to feel like a poser, not next to a girl like Luna Rothschild. There were always more affluent kids at her school who liked to show off their wealth, but Luna did...

He startled her, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Kerry Eurodyne was talking to her, right at her and not through her either! Lace had never been to a show, not even through a braindance, so to be standing right by the legendary Samurai singer felt even more unreal. A breath came to her...

Lace didn't like field trips, being packed into too-small vehicles with her classmates. The ride down here, in Barry Newman's car that smelled like his stale lacrosse equipment and faintly of weed, wasn't all that bad by comparison. It was worth it anyway for a chance to see a band she'd grown...

The woman who burst through the doors of the rooftop was, if Lace was honest about it, was not at all what she had expected. Her age, first of all. Out of Santo Domingo, Lace's supplier ran dealers who sold to people of all walks of life, but that wasn't her deal. Heywood had enough lowlifes...

The woman didn't even blink at her. Now that she was paying attention, Lace couldn't remember if the woman had blinked at all since sitting down by her. What unsettled her more than the square-eyed stare was the easy manner in which the woman talked about her drug habits, casually spooning cubes...

Most other kids weren't feeling the crunch about now. Westbrook Prep was riding the high of another tournament win, with spring sports just kicking off. Classes were beginning to thaw out from the mid-winter freeze, when everyone had crammed and pushed out that last ounce of energy. Lace had...

One hazel eye tracked the woman as she approached and settled abruptly into Marc's vacant seat. It didn't bother her so much at a place like this, where patrons might be shoulder to shoulder anyway. In the halls of school or on the city's roads, with little to keep from being jostled and moved...