All the Same(Open)

[Liv Alfhildr]

"Virkelig, Han sa det. Frisk, fortelle seg å prøve hva enn han kanne tenke på. Stjele medisin hvis du har å." The lyrical voice filled the quiet of the alley, stunningly blue eyes scanning streets, lips pursed as she listened to the other end of the conversation, sighing as the other person, apparently, finished. "Jeg vite. Jeg ikke gjør det overveie Jeg vil være i stand til stjele noen av deres bedøve. Det er en slottet." She paused again. "Fin. Adjø."

Liv hit the end button and shoved the cellphone in her pocket, leaning against the brick wall of the bar. She would have to find some way to steal at least a sample of the drug the government was creating. It was like a freaking poison. Already so many of the gifted had been killed. Murdered. Life was great, huh?

The woman stepped away from the wall, walking slowly, but stopping at the sight of a shiny, black SUV. It looked like a freaking tank, and Liv knew it had to be the government. What if they knew who she was? Heck, they probably did.. but that didn't mean they knew she was gifted. Footsteps were coming from the other direction, and she froze. They stopped for a moment before coninuing. It was probably someone who'd wanted to save money by drinking at home then hit the bars..

Exhaling to try and calm herself, she spun to the righ on her heel, and pushed the door open, walking down the slope to get into the bar. Her phone began vibrating, and muttering to herself, she answered, glad the bar was relitively loud at the moment.

"God dag? Jeg er lite opptatt. Det G er ytterside. Være nødt til å komme til stangen. Jeg vil ringe du." Without waiting for an answer, she clicked end again, and took one of the few remaining stools. "Can I just have some water?" The bartender looked at her incredulously, shrugging and handing her a glass of tapwater.

Staring down at it, she took a small drink, badly wanting some liqour, but if the government freaks were outside.. she couldn't be drunk and still get away. "Are you a Brit or something?" Liv raised a brow, shaking her head at the man's question. "Norwegian." "Really? You sound a little British to me." Sighing, she shook her head. Stupid people.. "I'm not British," she mumbled, looking down at her water.

"Hey," She called out to the bartender who turned away from his conversation, "Can I get a beer? Whatever you have is fine." Now, the man smilied, setting one down in front of her. He was obviously happy he was getting money from her now.