Her mind races with all the opportunities for a great steal while out for her morning run. Every day its the same thing, she scouts for her next hit. It's her only way of survival. She works hard and diligently for everything she owns, even though her tactics are far from respectable. From the food she eats, the clothes she wears to the place she lays her head at night she steals. Although, in her eyes she sees it as necessary. The world is her oyster with many beautiful pearls for the taking.
Today is different. Today she goes a step beyond her norm. The small thrills of a petty theft and quick shoplifting is no longer satisfying. Its time to up the ante, and move on to bigger more promising things. An apartment should do the trick.Lucky for her she knows just the right one. After touring and staking out the apartment buildings she decides on Corvidae Flats. Picking the lock shouldnt be that hard and it seems as if no one is ever there. All she needs now is a maids uniform.
Stealing the maids uniform was nothing compared to the thrill about to come. The excitement of the click of the lock as she realizes she's in is enough to make her almost want to giggle like a high school girl. As the door closes behind her she gives a little twirl of excitement as she realizes this is all hers for the taking. Also, noticing that the place is a lot nicer than expected. She is a kid in a candy store. Wanting to take this moment in she too understands that she must hurry, she shouldnt push her luck. This is all too easy.
Picking up small knick knacks she makes her way through the living room to her final destination, the bedroom. Jackpot. She spots what she has been looking for the thrill she needs to get her through another day. She has found a safe. She puts her ear up to the safe door and listens to each click and every turn until the door unhinges, success. Before her is more than she could hope for. She is laying her eyes on some of the most extravagant jewelry a girl could ever want and enough cash that can get her through more than the rest of the week. She grabs all she can possibly conceal and closes the safe. As she walks back through the living room to exit she sees out of the corner of her eye what she believes is a camera on the far wall. Feeling overly cocky and in great spirits she gives the camera a little curtsy as well as her middle finger, then turns and walks away. As the door closes behind her she breathes a sigh of relief and smiles, piece of cake.
Catch me if you can (Renee/invite)
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Renee
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Re: Catch me if you can (Renee/invite)
She had been staying over at Jesse's lately. It was easier to get around from there then having to worry about the sewers. It had everything she needed though she kept most of her things in her apartment at Corvidae Flats. She would stop by about once a week to make sure everything was as it should be. She had not been too worried about anything happening but she could never be too sure in this city. She had several cameras set up here and there just to make sure.
She made her familiar through the sewers and through the lobby of the building. It seemed rather uneventful to her, that or she had just stopped paying attention to the low shuffling of the zombies that had made a 'home' here. She got on the elevator and made the trip up without even a thought of what was going on other then the ding of the numbers as floor after floor goes by.
The final ding goes and the doors open. She makes the short walk down the hall to her door and goes to unlock it but it is already opened. "That's odd. I was sure I had locked that last time I was here." She pushes the door open and looks around for a moment. Nothing seems out of place at first glance. She places her hand on the hilt of her sword as she enters the apartment. Looking around again as she listened to see if anyone was in here.
Now that she was in the apartment she could see that there where a few of things missing. A clock here and vase there. Her computer had been untouched. She makes her way back towards her bedroom. Her safe was in there and if something had happened they would try for that though it was odd that the computer was left. This fact was what was keeping her from over reacting.
She looks around the room and the safe door is closed. She kneels down to see if it had been unlocked and it had. She throws the door open and rage is sent through her. Over $10,000 and who knows how much worth of jewelry is gone. She forces an exhale through her nostrils. "Calm down." She told herself as she pulled out her phone and found her Sire's number. 'Axel? Have you taken anything form my apartment within the last week? If the answer is 'no' I need you to come her as soon as you can.'
She made her familiar through the sewers and through the lobby of the building. It seemed rather uneventful to her, that or she had just stopped paying attention to the low shuffling of the zombies that had made a 'home' here. She got on the elevator and made the trip up without even a thought of what was going on other then the ding of the numbers as floor after floor goes by.
The final ding goes and the doors open. She makes the short walk down the hall to her door and goes to unlock it but it is already opened. "That's odd. I was sure I had locked that last time I was here." She pushes the door open and looks around for a moment. Nothing seems out of place at first glance. She places her hand on the hilt of her sword as she enters the apartment. Looking around again as she listened to see if anyone was in here.
Now that she was in the apartment she could see that there where a few of things missing. A clock here and vase there. Her computer had been untouched. She makes her way back towards her bedroom. Her safe was in there and if something had happened they would try for that though it was odd that the computer was left. This fact was what was keeping her from over reacting.
She looks around the room and the safe door is closed. She kneels down to see if it had been unlocked and it had. She throws the door open and rage is sent through her. Over $10,000 and who knows how much worth of jewelry is gone. She forces an exhale through her nostrils. "Calm down." She told herself as she pulled out her phone and found her Sire's number. 'Axel? Have you taken anything form my apartment within the last week? If the answer is 'no' I need you to come her as soon as you can.'
Dance like the Maiden, Laugh like the Mother, Think like the Crone
~Fforde~
~Sire of two~
Dressed by the amazing, talented, and lovely Sean-player
~Fforde~
~Sire of two~
Dressed by the amazing, talented, and lovely Sean-player
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Axel Rosen
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Re: Catch me if you can (Renee/invite)
Having barely just answered as he hears her words, he’s taken a bit by surprise because he wasn’t aware that he would be able to get ahold of anything within her safe. He’s not sure, but doesn’t know if he has a key or the combination to her safe or not. Not to mention that even if he did he doesn’t go out toward her place in Corvidae very often. He hasn’t been out there since he was doing some activity for Ty for gathering, even longer before that. The allure of killing something as easy as zombies has lost all that makes it fun when it’s like cutting through ice cream with a blowtorch. So, no, he hasn’t taken anything from her apartment. Even if he could, he wouldn’t want to. What’s hers is hers and he’s proud of her for having come such a far way since her turning. She’s doing really well for herself. All of his childer are.
Still she’s being rather demanding of him at the moment. A please would be nice, maybe even a ‘Sir’, while she’s at it, but he doesn’t say anything. She’s a bit frantic and seems panicked on the phone. It’s not something he’s willing to push for more. Instead, he tells her that he’ll be there in a few moments. With that he rushes to the elevator, then out the door of the lobby of West Towers. The bike is where it always is. The Harley that he has so prized in his possession, his primary source of transportation since he got it. The sleek black, with lines of crimson red that make the whole thing sort of stand out. This is what he mounts to make his way to Gullsborough, just behind the Necropolis where he’s going to be descending into the darkness of the sewers.
Dropping down into the dank dark filth of the undercity, he brushes his shoulders off and covers the manhole back up. The trip there is quick, as the tunnels are already cleared of the religious filth of the city. Their tattooed bodies lie mangled in the muck as he walks. Kicking them as he passes, he spits on their corpses. One day he’d watch either them or the entire city with them burn to the ground. The choice is theirs really. The whole order is his enemy as far as he’s concerned. There isn’t a single decent paladin in existence. The thought ends as he makes his way out of the exit at the QZ. The groans in the distance of the thoughtless undead horde linger in the air as their shambling masses don’t dare come close to him.
Pushing the pair of double doors at Corvidae open, he walks through, ignoring the people in the lobby on his way to the elevator. Remembering the floor that she lives on, the button. It lights up, flickers out, then lights up again. It keeps this up for a couple minutes before staying on. The whole building appears to be in almost a permanent state of disrepair. The elevator box creaks and screeches it’s way up to the floor before the doors open before him. He takes a look about. The floor lobbies of this place were always so dead. No whispers, no one out talking. Always so empty. His hand raises to knock on Renee’s door, waiting for her to answer after three times. “Well”, he sounds a little impatient for someone that just got there, “you’re the one that called me…”
Still she’s being rather demanding of him at the moment. A please would be nice, maybe even a ‘Sir’, while she’s at it, but he doesn’t say anything. She’s a bit frantic and seems panicked on the phone. It’s not something he’s willing to push for more. Instead, he tells her that he’ll be there in a few moments. With that he rushes to the elevator, then out the door of the lobby of West Towers. The bike is where it always is. The Harley that he has so prized in his possession, his primary source of transportation since he got it. The sleek black, with lines of crimson red that make the whole thing sort of stand out. This is what he mounts to make his way to Gullsborough, just behind the Necropolis where he’s going to be descending into the darkness of the sewers.
Dropping down into the dank dark filth of the undercity, he brushes his shoulders off and covers the manhole back up. The trip there is quick, as the tunnels are already cleared of the religious filth of the city. Their tattooed bodies lie mangled in the muck as he walks. Kicking them as he passes, he spits on their corpses. One day he’d watch either them or the entire city with them burn to the ground. The choice is theirs really. The whole order is his enemy as far as he’s concerned. There isn’t a single decent paladin in existence. The thought ends as he makes his way out of the exit at the QZ. The groans in the distance of the thoughtless undead horde linger in the air as their shambling masses don’t dare come close to him.
Pushing the pair of double doors at Corvidae open, he walks through, ignoring the people in the lobby on his way to the elevator. Remembering the floor that she lives on, the button. It lights up, flickers out, then lights up again. It keeps this up for a couple minutes before staying on. The whole building appears to be in almost a permanent state of disrepair. The elevator box creaks and screeches it’s way up to the floor before the doors open before him. He takes a look about. The floor lobbies of this place were always so dead. No whispers, no one out talking. Always so empty. His hand raises to knock on Renee’s door, waiting for her to answer after three times. “Well”, he sounds a little impatient for someone that just got there, “you’re the one that called me…”
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Nero's fingertips, like a noose around the neck
nimbly dancing till rubble is all that's left.
XIII
Nero's fingertips, like a noose around the neck
nimbly dancing till rubble is all that's left.
XIII
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Jocelyn (DELETED 5642)
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Re: Catch me if you can (Renee/invite)
As she ducks into one of the hotel apartments bathrooms to ditch the maids uniform she tries to wrap her head around what she just accomplished. Looking in her bag she gawks at the massive amount of cash and beautiful jewels she now owns. Now to be responsible with this loot or to spend it all, is the question. It only takes her a second to know what she's going to do. So, off to the mall she goes.
While making her way through the mall she has to hide behind kiosks and duck in and out of bathrooms dodging officers. Its been several months since her last run in with security guards here but why take the chance. She had ripped off a few stores with a credit card scheme she came up with and was doing great until she got cocky, which resulted in her getting caught. She was able to run and avoid getting caught with most of her earnings, but she was pretty sure she wouldn't be as lucky this time.
Staying away from the stores she ripped off last time she was here only left a few she could shop in. After spending an unreasonable amount of money on a few dresses, she stops to sit on a bench to count how much money is left. Out of the corner of her eye she spots a man in uniform. Standing and collecting her bags she makes her way down a hall. Thinking she can just slip into one of the mall offices or a restroom to hide until she could make her way to the exit. As soon as her hands reaches the door to the room she hears a voice behind her. "Jocelyn, you really are a cocky broad. I didn't think I would ever see you again."
She curses under her breath as she turns around trying to give one of her most breathtaking smiles. They are in a deserted hallway after all, maybe she could seduce her way out of this. The voice had came from the same officer who she was able to avoid the last time she got caught. He's young and handsome, not bad to look at. Still not her type, but he doesn't have to know that. "oh last time, I was just playing hard to get. You gave up way too easy," she says as she moves a little closer to him . He responds "what's in the bags?" She can tell he's trying to keep his professional composure. As she makers her way over to him pulling a dress out of one of the bags letting the rest hit the floor she says, "I'll have you know I paid cash for all of these dresses. Want me to model them for you?" His eyes immediately drop to the floor. She looks down and realizes what he is staring at. When she dropped the bags on the floor some of the jewelry she swiped from the apartment fell out of her purse. "I guess you paid cash for those too?" The officer grabs her arm like he knew exactly what she was thinking, "no way you're getting away this time."
While making her way through the mall she has to hide behind kiosks and duck in and out of bathrooms dodging officers. Its been several months since her last run in with security guards here but why take the chance. She had ripped off a few stores with a credit card scheme she came up with and was doing great until she got cocky, which resulted in her getting caught. She was able to run and avoid getting caught with most of her earnings, but she was pretty sure she wouldn't be as lucky this time.
Staying away from the stores she ripped off last time she was here only left a few she could shop in. After spending an unreasonable amount of money on a few dresses, she stops to sit on a bench to count how much money is left. Out of the corner of her eye she spots a man in uniform. Standing and collecting her bags she makes her way down a hall. Thinking she can just slip into one of the mall offices or a restroom to hide until she could make her way to the exit. As soon as her hands reaches the door to the room she hears a voice behind her. "Jocelyn, you really are a cocky broad. I didn't think I would ever see you again."
She curses under her breath as she turns around trying to give one of her most breathtaking smiles. They are in a deserted hallway after all, maybe she could seduce her way out of this. The voice had came from the same officer who she was able to avoid the last time she got caught. He's young and handsome, not bad to look at. Still not her type, but he doesn't have to know that. "oh last time, I was just playing hard to get. You gave up way too easy," she says as she moves a little closer to him . He responds "what's in the bags?" She can tell he's trying to keep his professional composure. As she makers her way over to him pulling a dress out of one of the bags letting the rest hit the floor she says, "I'll have you know I paid cash for all of these dresses. Want me to model them for you?" His eyes immediately drop to the floor. She looks down and realizes what he is staring at. When she dropped the bags on the floor some of the jewelry she swiped from the apartment fell out of her purse. "I guess you paid cash for those too?" The officer grabs her arm like he knew exactly what she was thinking, "no way you're getting away this time."
