JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Abigail Raven on Feb 18, 2014 22:46:21 GMT -5
Peace, love, nature, war
just follow the buzzards to settle the score
just follow the buzzards to settle the score
Hunting Hollows for bounties was fun, but when there's no advertisements posted for one of those tasks, one would simply have to resort to doing whatever it takes to make ends meet, even if it means harming your own reputation along the way, not that Raven gave much of a shit about it. By no means should anyone consider her to be the savior of the world, even with her own powers. She'd done a lot of bad things in the past, and she kept it from her family. Even now, as her sister's still cluelessly working on finishing college and getting that degree of her's, no one would know anything about the adventures that the fiery redhead had involved herself into, despite her other self pleading for her to stop.
See now, Abigail has never supported these criminal ways. Well, aside from the Hollow hunting, but those were because they seriously needed the money to pay for necessities and her sister's college tuition fees. These acts, however, had taken a turn to the extreme in the past few years, but she could only watch. When Raven takes charge, she could only watch whatever happens on the sidelines, no matter how bad it might become.
And speaking of bad, the ventilation holes stunk, but it was the only path that would allow Raven to pass through unnoticed by the guards. Sure, she'd have something else up her sleeve that would allow for a swift escape if need be, but right now, as the jackpot laid before her, protected by a glass case, she'd carefully carve an oval through the glass and retrieve the prize from within. Judging by the looks of it, some people actually enjoyed collecting these pieces of.. black rocks or whatever the hell they were, to the point of offering people thousands upon thousands just to own it.
Her actions up to this point had been nothing less than swift, but the damage she's left behind upon entering this facility was quite evident. Two guards laid asleep in the front, which, although wouldn't be surprising under normal circumstances, they had their faces planted on the ground and their butts pointed upward. If one were to survey them up close, remnants of dirt marks from a shoe would be plastered across their cheeks. Besides that, there'd be a hole in the wall somewhere nearby. What better way to make an entrance than to carve yourself one instead of using the front door and potentially triggering off the alarm system, right?
Now that she's had what she came here for, the currently unarmed masked redhead, covered from head to toe in a slippery catsuit, would find her way out and head back home for the night. There's no need to go knocking on her client's doors at 1am in the morning just for some cash. That could wait.
See now, Abigail has never supported these criminal ways. Well, aside from the Hollow hunting, but those were because they seriously needed the money to pay for necessities and her sister's college tuition fees. These acts, however, had taken a turn to the extreme in the past few years, but she could only watch. When Raven takes charge, she could only watch whatever happens on the sidelines, no matter how bad it might become.
And speaking of bad, the ventilation holes stunk, but it was the only path that would allow Raven to pass through unnoticed by the guards. Sure, she'd have something else up her sleeve that would allow for a swift escape if need be, but right now, as the jackpot laid before her, protected by a glass case, she'd carefully carve an oval through the glass and retrieve the prize from within. Judging by the looks of it, some people actually enjoyed collecting these pieces of.. black rocks or whatever the hell they were, to the point of offering people thousands upon thousands just to own it.
Her actions up to this point had been nothing less than swift, but the damage she's left behind upon entering this facility was quite evident. Two guards laid asleep in the front, which, although wouldn't be surprising under normal circumstances, they had their faces planted on the ground and their butts pointed upward. If one were to survey them up close, remnants of dirt marks from a shoe would be plastered across their cheeks. Besides that, there'd be a hole in the wall somewhere nearby. What better way to make an entrance than to carve yourself one instead of using the front door and potentially triggering off the alarm system, right?
Now that she's had what she came here for, the currently unarmed masked redhead, covered from head to toe in a slippery catsuit, would find her way out and head back home for the night. There's no need to go knocking on her client's doors at 1am in the morning just for some cash. That could wait.
@emil
GLASS HAS GANGNAM STYLE
