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Fight or Flight? (Jackson)

Posted: 08 Nov 2015, 20:14
by Adelita (DELETED 5973)
The Mexican woman scrolled through the auction house listings, looking for a couple things-but either didn't find them, or found them at a price she wasn't going to pay. Double, maybe even triple the normal price she would pay, but ten times the listing price? Whoever would pay that was muy loco!

With a defeated sigh, Adelita tossed the phone on the foot of the bed, uncrossed her legs and slipped out of it. Once upon a time she had a friend in the city who was excellente with procuring weapon parts and other odds and ends, but not? Now her closest and seemingly only friend was tucked away doing rituals night after night. "No beuno." Adelita said quietly as her feet padded across the carpeted floor of the bedroom, where she bypassed the living room, kitchen and made it to the bathroom where she would shower and meander back to the bedroom where all her clothes were. Some cheaper things-but mostly, some expensive top end, name brand clothing Elighan used to provide her with. "Still a pendejo." Adelita cursed the human male as she thought about him, fingers gliding over her clothing until she pulled out a couple things and flung them on the bed.

Adelita was going to have to get her hands dirty. She hated it. Abhorred it, even. But, the woman was left with no choice. With Elighan out of town and prices being sky high, she was going to have to resort to stealing once again. Once upon a time, the Mexican woman had been good at it-but now? Now she would rather spend a lot of time building things that went boom and made an impact. She might be little, but Adelita always did everything BIG.

Finally, Adelita settled for something impractical color scheme wise-but she only had black dresses and breaking into a building in a dress? Not going to happen. So, Lita settled on a lime colored v-neck shirt, and dark blue, stone washed jeans, accompanied with some black heels. Again, not very stealthy for a thief, but it was the best she could do on short notice.

Red painted fingernails grabbed the tome to the West Tower apartment, found her way inside it and listened for Ambrose. Not hearing him, Lita didn't bother with searching for him. He was a creature of habit-so she guessed he was at the altar doing something or another with fae-something or another. Lita moved to the bedroom, grabbed a couple of gadgets, like noise makers and knock out bombs and left the apartment. While she rode the elevator down, Lita brought up the google map app in her phone and started to figure out her course of action for the night. Which buildings were worth going into and which weren't.

The elevator pinged and glided open, and the woman stepped out into the corridor. Dark eyes searched the immediate area, saw no one she recognized or nothing of interest, so she left the building, caught the honeymead train to Coastside and slipped inside a mundane office building where the woman knew she would find computer parts-because that's what an office had. Lots and lots of computers on hand and so, it was time to shop for parts.

Re: Fight or Flight? (Jackson)

Posted: 09 Nov 2015, 12:46
by Jackson Avis
Jackson was bored beyond belief; with so little to do right now he thought he was going to go mental. He paced back and forth at the crypt for god only knew how long until he had a very **** this moment and slipped into a fadeportal. Once he had his footing back and could hold steady, he began to walk toward his apartment which he forgot how long it was to get to Cherrydale by foot. But eventually after a long walk, he was at West Towers and heading to the elevator up. Moments passed and the elevator stopped and he exited the lift and walked to his door, opening it slowly.

It was quiet inside, way quiet compared to the crypt but it was also far lonelier than the crypt. Under certain circumstances the lack of background noise was amazing but the lack of family was off putting and strange. The vampire hadn’t really spent much time at either location but when he was looking for a place free from the sun, it always seemed to be the family crypt, possibly from sheer laziness and the fact he had a tome for fast travel. A wardrobe came into view as he entered his bedroom, his hands already rummaging around his clothes on offer before he settled on an all-black combination. He tugged his top and pants free of his body before slipping on his black singlet and black pants, followed quickly by his boots.

‘Wonderful, we are off to cure this damn boredom. Kill something for me, I’m going crazy. I need that high from the scent of death.’

As Jackson left his apartment, he just missed the elevator down and had to wait for another one. He pushed the lift button over and over until it hit his floor, quickly slipping inside and pressing the ground floor. The lift doors opened painfully slowly, Jackson almost forcing his way out the doors and into the open entrance to West Towers. He continued on his way to the nearest station, jumping a train or two until he was happy with the look of the buildings in the area. And that was when his pale blue hues focused in on what looked like a flash of green sneaking towards a building. With a smug grin, he stepped closer to this person before offering up a suggestion.

“Might want to try black next time. I find green, hot pink and the like; they all attract the wrong kind of attention. That is, if you are about to do what I think you are about to do. Which is help yourself to some much needed goods.”

Re: Fight or Flight? (Jackson)

Posted: 12 Nov 2015, 02:54
by Adelita (DELETED 5973)
Just as Adelita was about to put away her lock picking tools, a voice was heard from behind her. A small, gradual smile fell on her lips, knowing the guy; whoever he was, was talking to her. "Maybe I like attracting the wrong kind of attention." Adelita said as her shoulders lifted up, while tiny fingers slipped her small lock picking tools away for safe keeping.

"But, I will keep black in mind when I show up at your funeral some night." Adelita turned around to see who was behind her, the subtle smirk still on her features. "Because sneaking up on people; male or female could get you shot or stabbed." Her Mexican accent was easy to detect as she spoke, the few r's were rolled, the h's barely audible and the vowels abnormally elongated as she spoke to the man that was now in front of her.

"Now, if you don't mind...It's rude to interrupt people while they're working. And I am working." Lita gave the heavy door that was behind her a heavy, solid push before she backed up inside of the small office building. A hand raised, her fingers pressed to her red coated lips initiating Adelita's signature move, before she blew the stranger a kiss and slipped inside, the main door closing behind her.

The building was empty (hopefully), the main floor a checkered linoleum pattern to a large, semi-circled desk where a receptionist, maybe even two, would sit and answer calls, sign for packages and take names of people entering for meetings, interviews and other things. Behind the desk and to the right a little was an elevator and to the left was a small, narrow hallway led to bathrooms, according to the sign on the wall.

Uninterested in that, Lita decided to go right for the elevators, hopefully shutting out the man that came by for some idle chit chat decided to do something better with his night. Hopefully, that something better wasn't calling the policia on her, but just in case, Lita had a couple things on hand with her should she find herself in a sticky situation.