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Kensue happened to be in the city at the time of the warning but at the time she was underground, in the sewage pipes dealing with a blocking so she didn't hear, unfortunately. Why people felt the need to flush such rubbish down their toilets was beyond her. At least they had toilets but she didn't want to think about it. It was dark with only a small lamp on the top of her helmet providing her with light. The stench stings her eyes as she digs a spade into the mass of god-knows-what which was blocking the pipe. She could hear the rumbling of the water behind it trying to get through.
The girl growls as she stabs it again with such a force that it gets stuck in the mass. Despite her strength she is unable to yank it free. She looks at her hands which were now in the spotlight from her lamp, they were blistered and filthy, just like the rest of her. Kensue lets out a frustrated growl as she begins cclawing at the mass with her hands. This practice would usually make someone sick but she was used to this by now so she was disgruntled and annoyed rather than gagging.
Kensue hears a final rumble from the pipes before the sewage blasts through the mass. The girl lets out a yell as she is soon ingulfed in it. She was only wearing denim jeans, a denim jacket and a crop top which were all soaking afterwards. She is finally able to stand up, caughing and spitting stuff from her mouth but now the pipe was clear and her job had been done. The girl lets out a frustrated sigh, she was been working at that thing for three hours and she'd better be well paid for this.
Kensue knocks on the manhole cover with her knuckles, she is almost blinded as it is opened. As she clamours out, many passing citizens cover their noses or make harsh comments but Kensue knew she could retaliate or she'd risk a beating from the guards. Groaning, she runs her hands against her filthy jeans as she approaches her boss who had thrown her down there in the first place. "O'rigjy ah cleaned the bloody thing, where's mah pay?" she growls at him, holding out a hand. That ungrateful gut better have it. Her eyes widen as she is handed- "a quater? Ah did all tha' for a frickin' quater!?" she snarls at him "Ya said ya had a dollar!" The man says something about her 'not being fast enough for the full pay'. Kensue raises her fist, intending to hit the man. But she suddenly feels a painful vibe under her arm. The girl howls in pain as she turns to see a guard with a cattle prod which was flicking blue electricity at the tip.
"Be thankful for what he has given, lass." he snarls at her before leaving. Kensue snarls as she decides that she can't win so she stuffs the quater in her pocket and starts storming down the street toward the gate to the Brink. She gets a lot of looks from passers-by most likely due got her smell of appearance. In her frustration, she is unaware of some running around for supplies.