Post by Omen on Jul 3, 2011 14:27:52 GMT -5
Chapter 2
Part 1
11:34 AM
Cloudy, warm
The Aengels. She never would have thought she would be part of some group again, hell, she never thought she’d be doing killing for any other reason than for her survival again. Yet here she was, ready to do just more than what her plan had entailed. In this case thought, it wasn’t so bad really. This was technically for her survival. The Force had been in control long enough, and were practically terrorizing anyone that so much as stole a candy bar. Given that she was killing lowlifes herself, she left the petty thieves alone, only blacken hearts and murderous intent were on her radar. The Force should be doing the same, but no, she was now a vigilante sort, so to speak. Only now, evil Force members were on the silver platter, ripe for the pickings. Only, she had no true idea were to pick from… she could just listen in but that only got her so far. T’is the reason she never went after any Force to begin with. But now… oh yes now, she would same more insiders scoop, at least she hoped. From what Eveyto… err Echo had said, they were still small in the ‘rebellion’ against the powers that be. But this Maelstrom person that the almighty had sent after had a target? If not at least she was meeting another of this rag tag team.
She hefted up her crocheted beige sweater, a rather nice peach tinge to it with designs and large holes that showed off the gray tank underneath. As always, it was slightly too big for her and went past her waist. It was more revealing than her normal attire that flared out at the sleeves to help conceal her hand wraps that held her plastic blades. Black cut off boots made for perfect for the other hidden items within as well as her black flare capris that hide the other smaller daggers, explosives and thin wires strapped to her legs. All the flowy clothes let for more air to come in from the overcast heat of the day. That and she didn’t look the killer she was so well known for, more like a high fashioned stroller along the walkway. Discretion… always hidden in plain view she told her self. Well suited for the smaller side of this city.
She held a cup of coffee in one hand and leaned against the post she was meant to meet this man at. Short with an attitude… pfft, that described many of the passerbys here. Not a very well description, but she was probably more easier to find than he was. Black hair down and around her shoulders framed with dark sunglasses, she sipped the coffee and sifted through the men and women that went by. Pain killers dulled the ache that she knew would creep up on her, ugh too many people had always brought on such pain. It’s what she missed about the circus. The loud music had drowned out the cheers, the calling and awe inspired ooh’s of children. Now… now she was left to deal with headaches and drugs. Not even headphones helped these days.
With a sigh she looked up to the building in front of her… official building. All shiny new like a new penny stolen from the tax payers pocket to dish out a healthy bit of unwanted justice and laws to said burdened tax payers. Ugh, she hated being out in the public like this, but her new attire seemed to help the mind probes stay off her. No intrusions or scans were felt within the vicinity… how irregular even that none that passed by were scanned… she could generally feel when the coppers were making their move.. perhaps they were on a coffee break. She smiled at this, sipping her own coffee before checking the watch across the way. All mantled up like a stag’s head for show. Solar powered with more than one dial and gleaming hands to point at different little symbols. Pretty…
“Lovely clock… looks like lunch time.”
Part 1
11:34 AM
Cloudy, warm
The Aengels. She never would have thought she would be part of some group again, hell, she never thought she’d be doing killing for any other reason than for her survival again. Yet here she was, ready to do just more than what her plan had entailed. In this case thought, it wasn’t so bad really. This was technically for her survival. The Force had been in control long enough, and were practically terrorizing anyone that so much as stole a candy bar. Given that she was killing lowlifes herself, she left the petty thieves alone, only blacken hearts and murderous intent were on her radar. The Force should be doing the same, but no, she was now a vigilante sort, so to speak. Only now, evil Force members were on the silver platter, ripe for the pickings. Only, she had no true idea were to pick from… she could just listen in but that only got her so far. T’is the reason she never went after any Force to begin with. But now… oh yes now, she would same more insiders scoop, at least she hoped. From what Eveyto… err Echo had said, they were still small in the ‘rebellion’ against the powers that be. But this Maelstrom person that the almighty had sent after had a target? If not at least she was meeting another of this rag tag team.
She hefted up her crocheted beige sweater, a rather nice peach tinge to it with designs and large holes that showed off the gray tank underneath. As always, it was slightly too big for her and went past her waist. It was more revealing than her normal attire that flared out at the sleeves to help conceal her hand wraps that held her plastic blades. Black cut off boots made for perfect for the other hidden items within as well as her black flare capris that hide the other smaller daggers, explosives and thin wires strapped to her legs. All the flowy clothes let for more air to come in from the overcast heat of the day. That and she didn’t look the killer she was so well known for, more like a high fashioned stroller along the walkway. Discretion… always hidden in plain view she told her self. Well suited for the smaller side of this city.
She held a cup of coffee in one hand and leaned against the post she was meant to meet this man at. Short with an attitude… pfft, that described many of the passerbys here. Not a very well description, but she was probably more easier to find than he was. Black hair down and around her shoulders framed with dark sunglasses, she sipped the coffee and sifted through the men and women that went by. Pain killers dulled the ache that she knew would creep up on her, ugh too many people had always brought on such pain. It’s what she missed about the circus. The loud music had drowned out the cheers, the calling and awe inspired ooh’s of children. Now… now she was left to deal with headaches and drugs. Not even headphones helped these days.
With a sigh she looked up to the building in front of her… official building. All shiny new like a new penny stolen from the tax payers pocket to dish out a healthy bit of unwanted justice and laws to said burdened tax payers. Ugh, she hated being out in the public like this, but her new attire seemed to help the mind probes stay off her. No intrusions or scans were felt within the vicinity… how irregular even that none that passed by were scanned… she could generally feel when the coppers were making their move.. perhaps they were on a coffee break. She smiled at this, sipping her own coffee before checking the watch across the way. All mantled up like a stag’s head for show. Solar powered with more than one dial and gleaming hands to point at different little symbols. Pretty…
“Lovely clock… looks like lunch time.”
