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Olivia
Browning

Moonlight reflected off the windows' glass, cutting through the shadows more than it should. The night had started out warm, so her sweatshirt lay freshly laundered at home, but the air was growing increasingly colder than anticipated. Liv shivered slightly, wrapping her arms around herself. It was probably for the best- the cold would make her more alert, and that was something she desperately needed tonight.

This job could be big- possibly bigger than anything she'd ever done before. She didn't usually turn over goods, usually opting for cash or jewelry instead, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. The money would be fantastic, and she could definitely splurge on that fancy pair of boots she saw online (they'd cut down on noise, not that she really needed it, but they were still super cute). It was a bit out of her comfort zone, though, and it had to be handled with extreme care. That thought was sobering, and she took an extra moment to check behind her before slinking around another corner.

The warehouse belonged to the Syndicate, a large organized crime ring that practically ruled the city. Stealing from them would be insane for most burglars, but she had skills that she reasoned would make the job doable. Such rational did little to settle one's nerves, though. Weapons made Olivia wary to begin with, and these were ones that belonged to Tony Soprano type people. They definitely knew how to use these with deadly accuracy, and having a hit out on her was really the last thing she needed. But she had been careful- she watched the warehouse for weeks and all its comings and goings. There was very little activity most of the time, never any at this time of night. The odds of something going wrong were 627:1- she had written a compute program that calculated these things for just such occasions (that thought reminded her that she had another program due by next week, so she'd better hurry it up).

With near complete silence, she swung swung up and through the slim opening of the window, landing within more shadows.

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viktor mikhailovich386 words Pretender(cover) Cherri Bomb Wearing Nice Suit coded by ericamayCome out come out wherever you are.Stop the traffic and watch as he spills he could be something but his conscience called in ill now watch as he's lost to the revolutionary cause he's cracking like commercial tile packed full of alarm clock smiles its just to bad his gears are shattered now he only rings at night-------------------to bad his gears are shatteredIt was customary for Viktor to go through at least two or three of his various warehouses throughout the city at least once a week. It would be entirely careless of him to rely on the guards posted outside to make sure that all the weapons remained in their place. The warehouses were only loosely guarded to avoid any kind of cyber trails and suspicion. Most people even inside the Syndicate went on completely unaware of the existence of such warehouses. But it was imperative that Viktor know what he had available to him at all times. Some of these weapons were a lot more dangerous than others and even though he’d most definitely be able to stop someone if they fell into the wrong hands, it was still a distraction from his plans that he’d rather not have to deal with. Especially not now at the height of his planning, when any small little detail he hadn’t accounted for had the ability to set him back even a few precious minutes that would cost him dearly in the end. With a light whistle and that ever present confident step, he came to his first stop. Everything seemed normal and he was just about to go to turn on the lights when he felt, rather than really heard, another presence in the room. It was easy for him to discern things like this because of his Elektrokinetic abilities. He could feel the new energy and charge shooting through the air that had previously been unoccupied but he didn’t want to know this other person to know he was aware of their being here so he didn’t break his stride or stop his whistling. He even started twirling his keys around his fingers before he finally reached the far wall and flipped all three of the light switches at once. Then he walked back to the door and locked it firmly, and after a small cruise around the inside of the warehouse he did the same to the windows, using his elektrokenisis to charge the lock mechanisms. Now no one would be able to get out without getting a good shock out of touching the doors or windows first. Standing in the center of the room he looked around with a curious grin. “I know you’re here.”The Alarm Clock Smiles For You

Olivia
Browning

Upon entering the building, the felid intruder slipped along the innermost shadows toward her goal. Her plan was brilliant in its simplicity: Pick up the box she had scoped out, which lay close to a broken emergency exit, and duck out said door. Liv figured it probably wasn't broken in the truest form of the word; the alarm had likely just been disarmed to avoid alerting any unwanted visitors. Either way, it worked just fine for her.

What didn't work for her was the unforeseen addition of another person. That was highly improbable- the odds had been in her favor! For a moment, as she pressed herself into a shadowed corner, eyes cutting through the darkness to search for the man she heard, Olivia wondered if cats really were bad luck and actually being one had doomed her for life. She reassured herself, though- no reason to think it wasn't just some guard doing a quick, careless round. She could wait him out.

The stranger walked with confidence like a strut, carelessly whistling a jaunty tune. He was a long, broad man, wrapped in the type of finery most men only dreamed of owning. Liv resisted the urge to curse aloud- it was extremely unlikely that this was just some mindless drone. If he was a minion, he was a high-ranking one. She cocked her head to the side, observing him further. She supposed he might have been handsome were he not so intimidating.

The girl hunkered down further, prepared to wait out the visit or sneak out during a distraction, when he spoke.

"I know you're here."

Liv bit her lip. Was he bluffing? Just paranoid? She was silent upon her entrance, that was what she did- that was all she did, really. Rather than give herself away, she pulled down into the shadows and let out a feline call.

"... meow."

It was a little upsetting how well she did that.

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viktor mikhailovich357 words Phrase That Pays TAI Wearing Nice Suit coded by ericamaymuahahaStop the traffic and watch as he spills he could be something but his conscience called in ill now watch as he's lost to the revolutionary cause he's cracking like commercial tile packed full of alarm clock smiles its just to bad his gears are shattered now he only rings at night-------------------to bad his gears are shatteredViktor stood still in the center of the room, his bright blue eyes defying the dank light of the seldom used warehouse. But Viktor knew the floor plan like the back of his hand. Even when it came to just stacking boxes in a shed, he had it done with direction. Nothing good came to people who were unprepared in even the rarest of occasions and Biktor was rarely, not planned for anything. In all honesty, Viktor hadn’t heard a single thing enter the shed but he trusted his electric abilities much more than he trusted his hearing and there was definitely another being in the room, the mere heat of a human body was enough to change the chemistry in the air. Most people with elcktrokinetic abilities weren’t so attuned to such things but he had superhuman intelligence on his side and he knew that the charges in the air could tell him everything he wanted to know about the room. A cat like meow resounded through the warehouse. It was a vast space so he didn’t exactly know to pinpoint but he turned to the general direction where he believed it had come from. It had sounded unnervingly like a cat but there was too much force in the air for Viktor to believe it wasn’t something that was at least the size of a human body and with similar composition. He tucked his hands in his pockets and smiled widely, his gaze traveling over the stacks of weapons. But it all seemed…untouched. Obviously this wasn’t as amateur a job as he’d like to think but the fact that the person had been caught in the same room as him led him to think otherwise. His best bet was a rouge and frankly, their type was easy enough to deal with. All he had to do was inflict a little fear. “Isn’t the cat going to come out and play?” Even as he was speaking, he was pulling on his gloves, the ones that amplified and his abilities and marksmanship with electrical charges. If no one fessed up, things would start getting fried very soon. The Alarm Clock Smiles For You

Olivia
Browning

“Isn’t the cat going to come out and play?”

From her place in the shadows, Liv watched the man pull on some crazy gloves. Well that couldn't be good (though it was a little funny that he wasn't looking in quite the right direction to find her). From where she was, she couldn't get a good look at his face, but it didn't matter. Clearly this guy meant business, so she had 2 options: Option 1 was to hope he was secretly really dumb or at least really slow and stay where she was until he left, hoping he didn't come sniffing around. Option 2 was to expose herself and stay alive long enough to beat a hasty tactical retreat. It was always a bad night when that was the less suicidal option... But it was the best one she had. Never let them see you sweat- just walk out there like she owned it and let her sparkling wit do the rest.

"Sorry, no- I think I left my favorite mousey at home. Another time, perhaps."

She slid from her hiding place, sashaying across the floor parallel with the wall. He gaze swept up and around with faux innocence. She maintained maximum distance from the man as much as possible, keeping him in her peripheral vision. She stopped only a few paces from the door, placing hands on her hips.

"Oh dear," she quipped, "this isn't my secret warehouse of illegally stockpiled weapons; mine's got far more pink in it. Uncle Leonard must have given me the wrong address again, how silly of him. I suppose it's from all the drinking. Terribly sorry."

Olivia turned to fix him with a smirk, feeling admittedly less frightened now than she probably should have been, but that was short lived. She knew that face- everyone knew that face. That was the face of the Syndicate- literally. He owned that shit. No one fucked with Viktor Mikhailovich and got away with it.

She was going to die... at least she'd die young and pretty.

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viktor mikhailovich340 words Phrase That Pays TAI Wearing Nice Suit coded by ericamaymuahahaStop the traffic and watch as he spills he could be something but his conscience called in ill now watch as he's lost to the revolutionary cause he's cracking like commercial tile packed full of alarm clock smiles its just to bad his gears are shattered now he only rings at night-------------------to bad his gears are shatteredWhen she came out of her hiding place, Viktor made note of the fact that he had slightly missed the direct spot where the woman had been hiding. It couldn’t happen again, Viktor wasn’t particularly fond of imperfections and if it had been a worthy foe, this small mistake in direction could have cost him a lot more. But the girl that came out of the space was just that, a girl. She was in a black suit that had obviously been engineered to silence movement and other such frictions. Viktor arched an eyebrow curiously and fastened his gloves while she walked about, looking everywhere but at him, trying to play coy when Viktor could practically hear her heart pounding from where he stood. She sidled to the emergency exit and Viktor smiled, she could try to open it, but he’d fused the lock shut and as soon as she touched to door it would shock her and not open for anyone but him. If she wanted to leave she would have to climb or become airborne, from where Viktor could easily pluck her with a bit of work. She was still looking around though. Hadn’t even really thought to look at who had just caught her. But when she did finally turn to look at him, the shock on her face was priceless. Granted she did do a pretty good job of hiding it but Viktor saw right through her little façade and noticed her freeze in her steps and really take him in. His chilling smile grew that much more and his hands began to buzz with anticipation and electrical charge. He chuckled and shook his head, stepping forward to close some of the distance between himself and the young lady. “I’m not who you were expecting was I? Unless your…Uncle Leonard has you on his hit list then you’re right. You don’t belong here.” he circled her once, his hands clasped behind his back. “But do tell, what do you plan on doing now that you’re here?”The Alarm Clock Smiles For You

Olivia
Browning

“I’m not who you were expecting was I? Unless your…Uncle Leonard has you on his hit list then you’re right. You don’t belong here.”

Mikhailovich's smile grew predatory as he regarded her, and for once, Liv felt like the mouse rather than the cat in her games. She would certainly have to tread carefully... there was no way for her to have the upper hand. It was almost painful for her to tear her gaze from his form, uncertain what sort of vulnerability it would subject her to. Keeping him in her peripheral vision, Olivia's eyes darted around the room to see if there was anything she was missing, despite the attention to detail from when she first cased the warehouse and the dozen sweeps she had given it since arriving. Unfortunately, nothing of use seemed to have escaped her vigilante eye. Nothing but crates of weaponry surrounded her, relatively useless unless she planned on using them as a playful cat-condo, and the only window or entryway that seemed of any obvious use was the one she had already set her sights on, and that was a risky endeavor given his nearness. The girl returned complete focus to her aggressor, deciding that took precedent at the moment.

“But do tell, what do you plan on doing now that you’re here?”

The man circled her slowly like a shark, hands clasped casually behind his back. But anyone could sense the undercurrent of hostility as energy seemed to emanate from his person. She could practically feel its crackling... actually, come to think of it, she did seem to sense something that was decidedly not quite right about him (and she didn't just mean that he seemed crazier than a bag of cats). Olivia struggled to focus on him, squelching her fear at his proximity. She had heard rumors of his strength; supposedly he once fried some kid like an egg. Then again, it had also been said that his armor was a suit of socks attached to him by static cling, so Liv often questioned hearsay. That did not keep her from being wary, though... but being wary did not keep her from shooting of her mouth. Never let them see you sweat.

"Well, I could redecorate, I suppose, if you're interested, but I've gotta warn you- my fee's pretty steep. Can I suggest a warm palate of burnt umber and sage to give it a homier feel? We can replace the garish fluorescent lighting with some copper fixtures that will really serve as a nice accent."

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notes Sorry, not my best work... sort of violently ill =/

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