[Canada Day 2014] Oppty makes a thief ((CharlotteC | Shan))

[CharlotteC]

There was one thing to say about holidays in Canada, or at least in a small town in Canada as apposed to Maine where even the 'largest' party was still only a few hundred people on the best day. This night though, the place was packed and that was one thing that Charlie tend to like, especially when she got that itch. The itch that she needed to take something. It didn't happen quite as often now that she had settled into the world of making guns that added to her hermit like ways of Hacking and Crafting
(Weapons and Traps and things needed for when she wanted to break into someplace.) Perhaps that is why she found herself coming out into the light of the moon - well what little there was - and seeking the party that was Canada Day in Harper Rock.

She continued to watch the crowds of people as they walked this way and that, as they bunched together to look at all kinds of displays and kiosks and little tent covered shops. Everyone was in their own little world and that was how she liked things. Especially on a night like this - barely any moonlight, people busy shopping and chatting and doing all kinds of things. Distractions made for Opportunity and Opportunity made a Thief.

As normally as she could, she started towards the group of people she had spotted, near the back but still relatively pushed together which meant that she could 'bump' into them. Yeah they would notice her, that was something that she was cursed with being an Allurist, but they would be too enraptured with her face to notice her hand as it slid into their pockets or bags or whatever she could get her hands on. And just like she planned, she brushed passed the first group of people, a male glanced up as she said excuse me and stared at her, but he hadn't noticed her taking his wallet from him, even as she slid the thing quickly into the messenger bag that she wore over her shoulder.

She could still feel his eyes on her for a moment before she vanished into the crowd, then she was once again free to spot a new target. Which didn't take her long. This one was a woman, she brushed passed the woman, picking her pocket on the way with relative ease before she said a soft "Excuse me" to mask the fact that her 'bump' was on purpose.

[Shan]

Stalking. Shan was stalking her prey. The woman a couple yards ahead of her who didnt know she was being watched, had been watched for some time now, casually flipped her hair over her shoulder and laughed at the guy she was standing next to. She grumbled to herself as she reached up and scratched her throat; trying to quell the dry, burning nag or her constant thirst bubbling just below the surface of her outer being. She was somewhat thankful for the party, for the celebrations tonight. No, she didnt like the crowds, but usually they didnt like her and that made hunting more difficult for her.

Not that she didnt like the sport; that was what she lived for. The hunt.
Prey VS predator. And she was always the beast coming out ontop; always the animal that won the eternal battle of life vs. death between her and her prey. And she had gotten good at it too.

Her attention was ripped from her prey as she swiveled her head immediately in the direction of radio static. Cop. A cop was nearby and Shan couldnt have that. They probably didnt have the slightest clue that she was the one dumping the lovely bodies on the second thursday of every month - that she was serial murderer of over thirty innocent young women who had pristine complexions. No, no one knew. Only Shan knew what it was she had become. Her shoulders rolled forwards and her head dipped down as crimson blood red hues glanced back to her prey. She would have the woman by the end of the night, and have two weeks with her all to herself.

Slinking away from the cop, she changed her vantage point of surveillance on the beautiful woman she was stalking. Though her eyes never left the woman for too long; anyone watching her would know she was watching the woman. But Shan never drew attention, if anything, she detracted it. She shifted her weight on her feet, just in time for some woman to bump into her. She sputtered a soft apology or something, Shan's attention barely leaving her prey. Her beautiful prey. Crimson hues glanced to the woman who had run into her.

"Watch where you are going, you clumsy girl." She sneered, clearly not in the best of moods to be trifled with. With the police in the area, she wasnt safe, and it caused her to raise her guard that much higher. If only she had found someone to bring along to this shindig. Maybe then she wouldnt be experiencing the trouble of instinctively reaching out a hand to the womans arm and hold her for a moment. Her attention was effectively drawn away as Shan picked up the faint smell of blood on the other, and noticed her unusually pale skin. Eyes narrowed for a moment before she let go and a smirk crossed her lips.

"Glad to see another lurking about. I thought for a moment I was the only one." She admitted, her smirk turning into a smile that flashed tips of permanent fangs. If the woman was as she suspected, it wouldnt be a problem. If she wasnt, well, Shan would cross that bridge when it came to it.

[CharlotteC]

The woman's tone was a little off putting, but given that she had just slipped some money out of the woman's pocket, it really could have been much much worse. So instead of reacting negatively to the tone that was given she plastered on a sweet, almost innocent smile, and went to tap into the more charismatic ways of her power before the woman changed her tune so to speak and brought up the fact that they were both the walking dead. So to speak. "I'm sure there is quite a few of us walking around this place, I mean look at it..." she said as she turned slightly and motioned to the crowd of drunks, deviants, and lord only knew what else. "It's pretty much a walking smorgasbord."

She herself didn't feed in public, Rhett was her willing donor (not that he had much of a choice but she liked to pretend that she gave him one) when he was around and when he wasn't she went down to the local 'store' and picked up a bag of blood for herself. Her chocolate eyes turned back to the woman and then noticed the sound of the police radio near by. Perhaps it was that, that had the woman she had just slipped some dough from on edge because she was sure that if the woman had known what had happened in that bump, Charlie would find herself on the wrong side of a gun or sword. She turned her eyes back on the cop and then looked back to the woman, clearly she was on edge as well around the cops, but lately she had been able to pass them with little consequence. Why that was, she didn't really know.

"Shall we step away from the gun toting, trigger happy porkers?" She asked, motioning with a slight nod of her head towards the cops.

[Shan]

Smorgasbord. Shan snorted a bit at that, giving her head a shake. She had been so wrapped up in the woman she was stalking that she hadnt really been paying much attention to those around her. In fact, she hadnt even noticed that the money she had in her pocket - nearly a grand - was gone; courtesy of Charlotte. Blinking, Shan looked away from Charlotte and around, her eyebrows raising slowly as she noticed just how many undead were roaming the party of people.

"Oh..." She muttered, her eyes finally falling back onto her prey who had moved just off to the left, still accompanied by a stocky looking male Shan would clearly have to make quick work of later. She looked to the side at Charlotte, her eyes narrowing as she looked the woman down, then back up. What did she have to worry about from the cops? Shan was a calculated, cold blooded serial killer one day of the month - sometimes two if she couldnt control the urges. "...yeah. Lets." Though she raised a brow and glanced over to the cop again, unsure which way he was going to go. If she knew one thing, it was to not look suspicious even if she was. Well. That shouldnt be too hard for her - people flocked away from her - hell, even animals did.

She shifted and tucked her hands into her pockets, rolling her shoulders and turning to head for a corner of a dark brick building to the side, the cop's view of the spot obstructed by the group her prey was in. "So whatchu got against cops?" She asked casually, blood red hues piercing into Charlottes eyes and unwavering as she smirked.

[CharlotteC]

Charlie followed the woman towards the building, her eyes ever watchful the the cop, making sure that he didn't look their way or that he didn't even move their way. That would have been all the more annoying to her. She didn't know how the woman she was talking to would take it, but Charlie would likely try to charm her way out of things and if that didn't work, she would use a little knock out powder and leave his sleeping *** handcuffed to a park bench. Her chocolate gaze turned back to the woman and she gave her an unassuming shrug.

"Cops in this city aren't exactly what you call friendly. Or haven't you noticed?" She asked with a teasing tone and then continued "They don't look kindly on Hackers or Thieves or really anyone I have noticed. That being said, even though they don't know to look for me thanks to my computer hobbies, it doesn't mean that I won't avoid them like a biblical plague to make sure that they don't find any of the other things that may or may not have ended up in my bag while I've been 'enjoying' the party town Harper Rock has magically become." She said with a soft laugh and turned her head ever so slightly as she caught the smell of something she knew well and something she so missed.

When she turned back to the woman she had an almost contact-high look about her. "Boy, even out here in public the partying hits a new level. I've never been to Mardis Gras but I would assume this is what it's like in New Orleans during that time of the year." She said with another laugh, once again turning her head towards the scent in the air of Canadian Grass. "God I miss that smell." She said more to herself than the woman she had bumped into.

[Shan]

Shan almost rolled her eyes. She didnt have any current wounds from any of the cops in the city - but that didnt mean that after a couple adventures of her own in search of blocks for ammo she wouldnt. She shifted and drew her leg up, planting the sole of her timberland boot to the brick wall behind her and crossed her arms over her chest once more; though her fingers were easily near her concealed blade if she needed it.

Not to mention her gun that was jutting into her lower back uncomfortably. She didnt mind as she glanced around again, clearly weary of her surroundings. She didnt like being caught off guard. Ever. She had once, and had paid for it with her life; never again. The crowd shifted and the cop followed after the crowd, Shan looking back to the woman, face slightly uninterested in the conversation much longer. But the woman was seemingly interested in her company, so who was she to deny her of it?

"It is." She stated, blinking, "Much like Mardis-Gras." She smirked, the sole of her boot scraping against the brick wall a half an inch as she settled back against it. "I usually just block everything out while hunting. All I focus on is my prey." Crimson hues danced over to the blonde female still at he bulky male's hip, staring, calculating. Maybe he would get so drunk later she could just knock him out and cart off the woman with ease. Maybe. The scenario only made her more excited about the hunt as her eyes gleamed a bit before she blinked and shook herself out of the euphoric daze. There was a reason she was what she was - because she liked it.

Shooting an evil looking smirk at the other, she extended her hand to her finally. "I'm Shan. Shan Garreth, of Andras." The words almost felt foreign off her tongue, the way she was claiming the family that allowed her to claim them. She was... proud. And she oddly enough, liked it. Her smirk dashed a bit larger.

[CharlotteC]

As the woman mentioned that she tend to concentrate only on her prey, Charlie glanced around, trying to figure out who it was that perhaps the woman was hunting before she looked back to the woman just in time for her to mention her name. The name sounded a bit familiar to her, and she closed her eyes for a moment going through the mental list of names that she new of, id's of vampires that she knew of as well as their faces that she found through hacking things or meeting face to face. Then it hit her and she took a slight step back before she gave a little nod. "I remember you, also, I believe you often buy my auctions." She said, not really feeling safe about telling the woman her name. There was at this point only one person that attacked her that she could trust even a little bit. And that wasn't this girl here.

She glanced around again, making sure the cop was busy before she turned back to the woman, also making sure that the people were too busy to listen to them. "Isn't that hard to hide?" She asked, changing the subject and motioning to Shan's eyes slightly. Sure, people could easily believe they were just contacts, and from the way she herself felt around the girl, she wondered if anyone even bothered to look at her or if they all just ran in the opposite direction. Yet, as a girl who had been attacked because she was 'part of an anti-masq' group, she thought it odd that the girl before her could get away with roaming the city with red eyes. Surely not everyone would fall for the old 'they are contacts' line. "Also, I'm sorry if I distracted you from your hunt or let your target slip away, I can offer my roommate to help you if that is any consolation?"

[Shan]

Hide. Shan scoffed, giving a roll of her shoulder as a smile showed tips of fangs. "I dont hide. There isnt a reason to for me. I am who I am, what I am." She let her smile fade once more, the act being something rare that she hardly ever did anymore. Ever since she had watched her brother die, something had left her, broken her ability to see and feel happiness. It was more out of a dry sense of humor now that she did the act. "Besides. I had a surgery. The color is as real as your hair is brown." She shrugged, "I just tell anyone who asks to look it up." She let her foot drop heavily as she shoved off the wall to stand there for a second.

"It was a long procedure. But it was what I wanted, so here I am. Crimson eyes and everything. Its no different than a tattoo or a piercing." She shrugged once more, her arms crossing over her chest as her head tilted ever so slightly briefly, then righted itself again. A hint of memory flashed as she tried to understand what she meant by remembering her. Had Shan crossed her path before? She couldnt quite remember.

She shook her head, clearing her throat before starting to stroll to keep up with the migrating group that held her interest. "She wont get away. Thats just how it is." She informed slightly over shoulder, assuming the other was following her. And if she wasnt, then oh well. Her prey wouldnt escape her grasp.

[Shan]

Focus. It took focus. She needed to stay focused, and this other woman was keeping her from that. She still hadnt gotten her name, and Shan had found that slightly rude. She stood there introducing herself, and the woman had taken a step back as if she were afraid of her. One foot in front of the other, Shan followed along, slipping between drunk unsuspecting people who gave her the room she needed, but not too much so as to be right ontop of her prey. She glanced behind her, seeing the other still there but her glance immediately swiveled to the cop on the far side of the group as they traveled down the street. The group got louder, and Shan could see that the cop was about to have enough of it. "Stupid drunk fucks." Shan muttered, silently vowing that she would kill any single human who took her from her prey. Fingers twitched and she felt the pent up energy stored in her muscles that rippled along her arms as her twitchy fingers curled into balled up fists. Clenching her jaw, she set to just focusing on her prey again. She couldnt take the chance of getting into it with the cop, feeling the pinch of the hammer against her lower back from her handgun, red hues not wavering now from her prey. The woman was clearly ennamored as she tripped and her... boy toy... or whatever he was to her picked her up. Shan inhaled deeply, the scent of the womans blood hitting her nostrils and absorbing deep into her lungs.

[CharlotteC]

Charlie nodded as the woman explained about not needing to hide, that she just told people that she had surgery to make her eyes red. She had to admit, it was something she had heard about on the net, while she wasn't as deep into body modification as many others, it was still a thriving underworld of sorts and people liked to do all sorts of things, from bifurcating their tongues to look like snakes, to wearing contacts, to surgically implanting things to make it look like they had horns or some other kind of things going on. When the girl said that the target wouldn't get away, she nodded, but she had a feeling that the woman was waiting because she wanted to know what her name was.

That was something that made Charlie extremely weary because she knew that her name had been targeted by this woman and her clan once before because of being in a rival clan. She sighed as she ran a hand through her hair and then shrugged a little. "Well, if you think you can still get up to her, than alright. And if you really have to know, I'm Charlie." She said, 'Charlie' her go to name because as Charlie, it could be anyone, male or female and as far as she knew from the crow, there was at least one other Charlotte in the city because that same Charlotte had died the day she had. Then she glanced around and looked for who the woman was targeting. "I happen to like drunks, makes robbing them that much easier."