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Post by Skittles on Jan 23, 2011 21:22:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/franziskamiddle.png][scrolly:h(142),w(440),sy,c()] Her body wriggled rather easily under the gate once she had thrown her clothes over the gate and shifted into her weasel form. Just as soon as her tiny body had reached the other side, she shifted and tugged on the few articles of clothing she had to her name. Immediately, she lurched to her feet and ran for the building that contained the switch board, according to her blue prints. Delicate hands rubbed together. Now, Franziska had never been one for tact. Quite the opposite, really. Without really thinking, she suddenly kicked the door open instead of using the lock pick she had tucked away in her bomber's jacket.
"Now..let's light this place up.." She purred, waltzing into the building as she allowed the door to bang closed behind her. Skilled fingers ran lightly along the machine, flicking the occasional switch or two as she passed. She knew the consequences of being caught, and she didn't care. She felt daring. She felt like she could prevail against the man in charge, so to speak. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she moved further and further into the darkened room.
She felt more than daring. She felt...alive. Her fingertips twitched every so often with an anxious energy. Franziska Farraday got her high from being a bad girl, although she knew how to weasel her way out of most situations. No pun intended. She giggled momentarily then sat upon the stool, flicking the last switch. Within moments, after precise planning and movements, the entire section of the fair grounds had been lit up like the Fourth of July.
Time to fly.. She swirled for a moment or so in the chair before lurching to her feet. With a flutter of clothing and a flick of brown, curly hair she was off like a rocket. She hurtled out of the building as if the hounds of hell were on her heels. Maybe they were. Who was to say? Instead of running to the exit like a sane person would have done, she decided to raise the stakes.
She ran deeper into the fairgrounds with a smirk tugging at her lips. She had officially graduated from bad to naughty. Another thought came to mind. Oh daddy..I've been a bad girl. Won't you bend me over your knee tonight? She giggled yet again, never once losing her stride. If anything, the thoughts only made her stride increase. |
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Post by Aria ! on Jan 24, 2011 16:53:33 GMT -5
Large, tan arms stretched over his head, Tenma gave a nice, long yawn. Things around Shelpey were... boring. Rohjyx had gone somewhere, leaving precious puppy behind again. Tenma of course didn't really mind, hell, he'd been away from him for ten years in Mexico, a few months was nothing. Though with the absence of their leader, the Assassins had a temporary one- Roh's brother, Roscoe. There were very few relatives that Roh kept in touch with, but Roscoe was one of them. How did he know this? Well, if you're loyal and stick around enough, you learn to listen to things you might need to know.
Well, seemed the only way to get any action around Shelpey anymore was just that; get it or make some yourself. Tenma didn't much feel like looking for a good lay, but trouble was always a fun thing to find. So what better way to make trouble then to hop over the fence of the Fairgrounds (which was Thief Territory, by the way) and stroll around nonchalantly? He couldn't really think of one.
It did surprise him a bit though, when the light began to flick on and the grounds came alive. He hadn't expected that. Then again there were a lot of thins he didn't expect, because he often just didn't care too much for other things to take heed of them, but when it goes from dark to light very quickly- well, eyes have a way to inform you whether you like it or not. "God, who turned on the sun?" Deep maroon eyes squinted, a displeased look on his face. Unhappy at the new temperature change (When strong lights like that come on, things just start to get HOT when you've got all your clothes on.), Tenma could think of no better way to relieve the unwanted heat then to toss off a few layers. Those happened to include everything above his belt. They weren't put anywhere special; tossed in the bushes, dropped beside his feet; whatever worked.
Strolling around, he glanced with a hint of interest at the rides that sprang up; only actually getting moving when he heard the cops yelling at him. 'What the fuck did I do this time?' His face was confused, conveying the very thing he was thinking. Well, no need to stick around and find out. With minimum hesitation, he was off like a light.
In the corner of his eye he spotted a girl, and took a sharp u-curve just for the hell of it. She'd spot him if she had any eyesight at all; tall, muscular, scarred-up Mexican men chasing you (or rather, running in your direction) were among his list of hard to miss things.
[Hope you don't mind me joining with my troublemaker. <3 I can always delete this and switch to Kitten though, if you'd like. <3 ]
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Skittles
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Post by Skittles on Jan 24, 2011 18:52:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/franziskamiddle.png][scrolly:h(142),w(440),sy,c()] She skidded briefly and spun so that her body faced the oncoming, humanoid shapes. "Glad to see you guys could make it to the party." A pretty flash of white soon followed as she spun about once more. Strong, slender limbs carried her swiftly over the ground. It was rather easy for her to duck and weave in, around, and on top of obstacles. Hell, she even ducked and weaved through a few, moving rides. Curly, brown hair whipped against the pale features of her face as she moved.
Of course, she made one mistake. She momentarily forgot the layout of the grounds and skidded around a corner, only to come face to face with a solid wall. Time to improvise, Fran! |
[/color] Without even thinking, she shifted as smoothly as if she'd done it a few times before. Clothing slipped from her body and landed upon the ground in a mass of multicolored fabric. Once again in her weasel from, she bounded away from the wall. Let them squirm and think there's a naked girl running about..[/color] Amusement sparkled in her dark eyes. Next thing on her list was to find a custodial closet or something to that effect and find something she could slip on in a hurry. She fell into a slower pace, listening to the scrabbling of her clawed paws against the pavement. A rodent on the run..[/color] The thought amused her even more. She found it rather fitting for a weasel shift, who was a girl no less, had chosen the path of a thief. Whiskers twitched visibly as she kept moving. Her body wriggled momentarily. Now would come the fun part as the custodial section came into view. She wriggled her body into a mouse hole then crawled forcibly into the room that the mouse hole emptied into. As soon as her tail broken free, she stood on her hind paws and shifted rather abruptly. Delicate hands ran quickly over randomly placed funiture as skilled fingers grasped a gray outfit. Not my style but beggers can't be choosers.. She slid it on rather quickly then leaped for the door with her outstretched hand, opening it with a smooth motion. Then she was on the move again. Her body tensed momentarily as it sprung upon the back of the nearest cop while slender arms wrapped around his neck. It wasn't her fault they never watched their back. Her arms applied enough force on the pressure points on either side of his neck to cause the poor boy to go limp. She was running before he fell on the pavement. Dark eyes rolled into their sockets. She was about to do something similiar to another one, until she saw that he was without a shirt. "Fuck.."[/color] She snarled under her breath. She skidded, nearly crashing into him. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Without further hesitation, she scrambled away from him. "Sorry..coulda sworn you were one of the fuzz from a distance.."[/color] A small smile tweaked her lips as slender fingers ran through the brown hair that cascaded around her face, effectively hiding her blue eyes from view. ((You're fine. Sorry it's horrid. I'm not feeling the best, but this character is fine. She'd probably try to severely injure another female..@__@..))[/justify][/color][/center][/scrolly][/size][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Aria ! on Jan 24, 2011 22:10:29 GMT -5
Raising a brow, Tenma looked down at the smaller woman. He was six.. something the last time he'd checked, so she was somewhat short compared to him. And it was funny how she'd turned (after taking out a cop, of course) and seemed to attack him, but stopped because she'd noticed... something. He couldn't be sure what she might have noticed, but she did.
"Me? A cop? Sorry lady, I'm a dog; not a pig." He snickered, brow still raised. Taking note of her... odd clothes, he couldn't help but ask.. "Well, someone looks a lil' too sexy to be a janitor. Especially at a run-down amusement park." Hey, he couldn't, or rather; wouldn't, lie. And when a girl looked good- she looked good. There were no guys that could deny it, it was just one of those facts of life.
Looking down at his feet for just a moment, he remember he wasn't wearing a shirt. of course, that didn't bother him one bit; he had nothing to be ashamed of. He had gotten all the scars that littered his torso, and even continued on down bellow his belt to his legs, just random scars- knife slashes here and there, animal bite wounds, scars from bullets- even a few you wouldn't be able to know what happened unless you were there. It was intimidating, sure, but hey- he kinda went for that image. It was his job to be intimidating when needed, after all.
"Seeing as you're here you're probably a Thief. As far as gangs go anyway; since I don't think you'll be rolling out of here with the Carousel in your sack of tricks." He assumed aloud, not really minding either way. He was an Assassin; this was a well known fact. But some were new, so they didn't know. Hmm.. toy with the new girl... Sounded fun to him.
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Post by Skittles on Jan 25, 2011 3:33:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/franziskamiddle.png][scrolly:h(142),w(440),sy,c()] A smirk tugged at her lips. "Franziska Farraday, or as I'm known by my shift, the weasel. You need something stolen, I'm your gal for the job." She paused momentarily while brown tresses partially hid her face. "As for my clothing, I had to improvise and leave my clothing some place. Second time tonight I've been nude for something that's just part of me getting my rocks off while I wait for something to happen." |
[/color] A wry smile tugged at her lips. If nothing else, she was certainly blunt. She had never been one for tact, always opting to be one of the boys. Her head tilted slowly back and forth as she tried to recall where her clothing was. The janitor's costume was about four times too big for her and every so often, it got a mind to slip downwards. Of course, Fran wasn't having any of it. Delicate hands held it up in the proper place rather stubbornly. A fun thought came to mind. "Be right back. I'm going to frisk the fuzz."[/color] A bright smile flashed before she wandered aimlessly to where the poor boy had dropped. Kneeling down, she ran her hands along the cop. Of course, his belt of gadgets interested her more than anything else. Skilled fingers pulled away a gun, a billy club, mace, hand cuffs, and the radio on his shoulder. Just for extra measure, she slipped her hand in his pocket to snatch his wallet and cell phone before shooting to her feet. Then she wandered back to the man that held some interest, otherwise she would have been off like a prom dress. "So..you want the spoils of this war, pretty boy?"[/color] Pale flesh brushed against tanned flesh as she offered him the few things she managed to take. She usually never kept anything unless it was a job of some sort. Others usually underestimated the pretty face and "innocent" blue eyes. This was their first mistake. Their second msitake would be trusting her. Then the daring, or rather flirty, portion of her took hold. "I bet guys like you have a different girl in your bed every night, eh?"[/color] Arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back to survey him. The tips of her fingers curled into the gray fabric of her current clothing before soft, blue eyes flicked upwards to meet his. Of course, for all her talk, she was rather a virgin herself. With cheeks flushed, she averted her gaze once more. He's just a boy, Fran..just a boy..[/color][/justify][/color][/center][/scrolly][/size][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Aria ! on Jan 25, 2011 16:41:48 GMT -5
Tenma wasn't really sure if the girl somehow knew he was a shifter, or just didn't care whether he was human or not. It wasn't the smartest of things to do, but new shifters were, well, new. "The names Tenma. My shift is this- human. I'd tell ya what I was born as, but then I'd have to kill you." His tone was casual, face saying he was joking but voice not giving away anything. He had mellowed out momentously in the ten years he'd been gone, he wasn't quite the confused teenager he used to be.
"And it probably won't be the last time tonight, if you don't find some clothes that aren't gonna fly offa ya whenever the wind blows." He snickered. Naked twice and he hadn't seen it. Hmm. Odd, he was usually there for those kind of things. Well; he was there for just about everything, usually.
He watched with a minor interest as she strode over to the policeman, disarming him and taking all his sources of communication. Vaguely he wondered what that meant for the man, but decided that her intentions couldn't be quite as sinister as his, since a Thief wasn't quite as.. unmerciful as an Assassin.
Did he want the policeman's things? Nope. "No thanks, I'm packin' all the ammo I need." He didn't move a muscle, just spoke. He wouldn't tell her where he kept his gun, his knife. Those were need to know areas, and she didn't need to know. Besides; who told a Thief where to steal things? Not him.
He raised a brow, amused now. Different girl every night, eh? He chuckled. "Not lately. They sure throw themselves at me enough though. Too bad there's just too much work." He shrugged, but with a smirk, continued; "But the boss is outta town, so I guess I can do what I want." What did he mean? Well, just that. Truth was, he could do just about whatever he wanted anyway, unless 'Master' said not to. Well, being a dog (obedient one, at that) how was he supposed to disobey his owner? He wasn't, and wouldn't.
Just what was this Thief's game though? Offering him her prize, flirting with him. He had to wonder if it was a trap. Women were just clever that way.
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Post by Skittles on Jan 25, 2011 18:03:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/franziskamiddle.png][scrolly:h(142),w(440),sy,c()] She tossed her head, attempting to get the brown tresses out of her face. "Normally I wouldn't bother conversing with.." She hesitated, struggling to grasp the vocabulary that tended to fail her more often times than not. "..How do you say it..?" |
[/color] Her voice was soft and rather thoughtful, betraying her German accent. "Arschlöcher!"[/color] She nodded as if she were proud of herself. This was when she started to veer into speaking her native tongue. "Ich hasse diese. Nicht tun Sie?"[/color] Her cheeks flushed dark red. "Oh shit! I'm sorry..I didn't mean that. I'm not very good with.....um..English..I think it is."[/color] Of course, she knew all of the swear words. A quiet sigh left her trembling lips. Great, Fran..let EVERYBODY know you're German.[/color] She shook her head slowly, trying to ignore the mental battle that raged in her head. It was the usual fiasco for her. She slipped up on occasion and spoke German. Big whoop.[/justify][/color][/center][/scrolly][/size][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Aria ! on Jan 25, 2011 21:33:30 GMT -5
He blinked a few times, a blank look on his face that clearly said 'I have no idea what you just said.' He wasn't exactly sure what language she had just spoken, but it sounded sort of like.. German? He couldn't be sure, he knew two languages- Spanish and English. Spanish because he was born and raised in Mexico, English because there were Americans around him (and Rohjyx picked him up, so.) So whatever she had just said went totally over his head.
Crossing his arms over her chest, he looked at her with a confused expression, wondering what she had said. He was assuming it wasn't something nice.. Well, he didn't care either way. There weren't many Thieves that liked him, and for good reason too. He was so far connected into the Assassins.. well, he was a good enemy for the Thieves, if nothing else.
"You're kidding, right? Señorita, Americans aren't even very good with English." He laughed, thinking of how many people out there stumbled over their words, or had the wrong grammar, or used weird little made up words. He himself did it, but not because he couldn't speak normally, just because it was easier to blend in that way.
With a sigh, Tenma started walking toward one of the rides; one that wasn't moving. 'Boringgg.' "So. Ms. Weasel, you an Assassin, Thief, or Unallied?" He asked casually, sitting down on the ride with little effort. He glanced over at the cop, who was still very incompatibility. He wondered whether killing him would be in the interest of him, Rohjyx, or the 'Sins.
...Nah. Leave 'em alone for a little while.
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Post by Skittles on Jan 27, 2011 7:24:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/franziskamiddle.png][scrolly:h(142),w(440),sy,c()] She frowned. "What's it to you, eh?" She was smarter than she looked, only giving tidbits of information. "I could be the fuzz in disguise. Never know." |
[/color] She flashed him a grin, sliding the wallet into the pocket of the janitor outfit. The gun was soon tucked in the band of the sagging pants as she yawned quietly. After shifting twice in one night, without much breathing room in between, she was quite tired. Strain tugged at the pale features of her face, but she opted to keep the strong facade going for just a while longer. "Shouldn't dogs be in their cages when it's this late out? 'Sides..I have a few....snakes..to kill."[/color] She mused quietly, never allowing anything besides the strained look to show. If she could keep it going for a few moments longer, she might actually have a chance at grabbing her clothes and hiding the evidence before the morning lights began to break the clutch of night. She had a hard time focusing, never really focusing on any one thing in particular. The weight of the gun was distracting her as it pressed its cold metal surface against the sensitive flesh of her abdomen. It brought back flashes of her past, making her cringe rather visibly. To her credit, it looked more like she was shivering. She still recalled the day when she murdered two people that had brought her into their home without question, and it was too vivid for her taste. Maybe that's why she chose the path of a thief instead of an assassin. She was good at both thievery and murder, but she had gone with the lesser of two evils. Unfortunately for her, she was growing rather aware of the male's presence. Under normal circumstances, she would have tried to seduce him. These were far from normal circumstances, and she didn't think she'd be able to seduce a wall. That's all he reminded her of. Maybe it was simply in his job description. Either way, it had the ability to scare her. His gaze was quite close to making her squirm, and the familiar fire had settled in the pit of her stomach.[/justify][/color][/center][/scrolly][/size][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Aria ! on Jan 30, 2011 14:01:38 GMT -5
He smirked. "I'd know. Believe me, you'd reek of fat men, donuts, gunpowder, and iron. Besides, there are very few cops who shift, let alone tell others when first meeting them." Did she think he was a fool? She was wrong if that was her thinking. He knew where he was, what he was doing and he was just as happy doing it anyway.
This woman was starting to look very tired. He picked up on small insecurities she had as well, but to the trained eye anyone could have seen them. She was doing well to conceal them but he'd spent ten years observing and well, eliminating targets in Mexico, so he'd picked up a few tricks.
"Me? In a cage? Good luck. You'd loose a few limbs, but you might actually get close to putting me in one." He snickered, thinking of how well that scenario would play out.
The lights suddenly shut down, earning a curious, and mildly surprised look up from the canine-shifter. His ears picked the dog barks up quickly, and he was pretty sure she could hear them too. Seems like they'd noticed that their friends had gone missing, and the cops had decided to let out the hounds. Well, that was fine by him.
"I can hold my own against a few German Shepherds, but you gonna be okay there, Weasel?" He was relaxed as ever. Truthfully, he didn't even expect to have to fight the dos that were probably quickly approaching them. Being able to communicate with them in his main form was helpful. Not to mention the fact that he was better at being a dog than he was at being a human. Well, mostly because he was a dog, and just a human on the sidelines.
Stretching his arms over his head, he stood. Now things were starting to get interesting. He looked at the woman, waiting for whatever she would say. Run without words? Scramble to find a hiding place? Ask for help? Assume he would help? Vaguely he wondered, watching with piqued interest.
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