Post by YUN MO on Aug 16, 2013 20:50:26 GMT
—yun
The museum of this great island was a fortress of laser trip-wires and camera's sniping through the darkness. She has to wear a suit and mask that blocked infrared radiation, and a thin cord with hooks allow her to climb along the ceiling and out of their view. Room through dusty room, she worked, hiding in the shadows as security guards walked by. She was sly cooper, crouching behind counter tops and suits of armor, evading flashlights. She carried a bit of dry ice in a pressurized bottle to see the laser beams. She knew where she wanted to go. She knew what she wanted to steal. It was an enormous yellow diamond which had once belonged to the Queen of France before the revolution. A piece of old aristocracy and feminine aesthetic - it was a magnificently priceless and useless gleaming treasure.
And she wanted it. She wanted it and having it meant more to her than all its petty history. She had been planning this heist for nearly a year, spying on museum operations and wheedling out their flaws. The final room was head, and she tumbled through a hole in a net of trip-lasers that lined the doorway like she'd never calculated a risk.
But she hadn't planned on it - on this. Her gun drawn a second later as she beheld two more black gloves and a mask. She was silent. Her eyes were sharp, beady expressions of disbelief. Her voice was dry.
"Funny isn't it? But I believe I scheduled my appointment here before you. Step away."
—lionel
The fringes of his dark hair fell over the top of the white mask—the only thing not cloaked in blackness. It seemed to glow in the gloom and reflect hints of red off its eggshell-like surface. Where it slit into opens for his eyes, there was a glint of reflected light. He thought the mask and his dark attire made the name he went by seem very fitting. Oh, and he couldn’t forget how he made it seem as if he moved through the very walls meant to keep him out.
He never accomplished any of his thefts under any supernatural conditions. Lionel just did his research. Any capable thief would be able to discover an architectural detail that would aid him, like ductwork that conveniently opened up near his prize. It was a little dirty and cramped, but it took him exactly where he wanted to be without the risk of detection around every corner. Now he stood with his hands itching to claim the jewel from its pedestal.
Only he wasn’t alone. Moments after he arrived and was about to take his prize, he was joined by—what he presumed was—another thief. He smirked under the mask which was ironically reflected by the curving red line painted across where his mouth would be. The only indication that he was actually smiling would come through his voice as he spoke. “They were taking appointments? I’m afraid I didn’t get the memo. I guess you will have to wait in line.”
—yun
The amber and oak squares of the parquet floor made the two thieves rigid chess pieces. There was a growl in the tip of Yun's voice as she replied, stalking closer. Her gun was pointed at his mask, prepared to kiss his pretty egg shell face with bullets. Her eyes were on his hands.
"Sorry, monsieur, but there is no line," her voice lowered, her sense of humor lost to a childish disdain. "This is my job. Who told you I was making the hit today? What are you trying to prove by this?" Each line grew more pregnant with her soft, whispered anger. She would rip off his jester mask if she got just a bit closer.
note: i would have replied earlier girl, but i lost the draft halfway through and got too frustrated to try again from it lol. also, feel free to defeat her physically if you want it to go in that direction or something. like just do what you want |D
—lionel
He was looking down the barrel of a rather menacing pistol, aware he should have felt more fear than he did. This little lady wasn’t playing around. Her every inch exuded a dangerous seriousness that should have made him run away. Anyone else would have. Lionel wasn’t anyone else. If he backed down, it meant he had lost. Losing wasn’t something he could handle very well. He was something of a sore loser, in fact. Winning has a much sweeter taste.
“Temper, temper.” He wagged a finger at her, ignoring her question. “You wouldn’t want to fire that pistol and have the whole mass of security chasing you. I doubt you’d evade them for long, especially with the evidence you’ll be leaving.” Nimbly, he plucked the coveted jewel from its velvet resting place and drew closer to her until he could touch her with a gloved hand. “Clearly you have some experience. You wouldn't risk your career so foolishly.”
—yun
He replied with lanky gestures and a muffled voice. He was right - she kept the pistol only for intimidation and a last resort. A bullet now would turn on all the red lights. Envy flared in her belly as the gem rolled into his hand. She huffed at his word. Words. Words. Poetry. Get to the point.
He moved closer. Her arm remained pointing the gun at him with stiff composure. Why had Yun never heard of this black hand before? What snakes nest had he slithered out of? How was this joker was decent enough to surpass her? She didn't bother asking.
"Clearly," she repeated, dropping low, aiming a lowroundhouse kick at his knee.
—lionel
Cockiness had not won reign over him quite yet. He exuded confidence, yes, but he remained observant of the girl he dared to move closer to. There was danger in her eyes, glittering darkly like the eyes of a cornered animal—an unspoken threat of ‘come any closer and you’ll regret it’. So he kept his distance by only a few feet. He was just close enough to memorize her face. Was that red tint from the lighting or the blood rushing beneath her translucent skin?
He studied her, the gun, and—briefly—the glittering jewel her heart was set on owning. Lionel could very well just give it to her out of the kindness of his heart, if there was any. Besides, he doubted the gun was the only trick in her arsenal. He was proved right as a blur of motion rushed toward him. The thief reacted in an instant, stepped backwards out of her range. “Is that it?” He asked, grinning. “You’ll have to do better than that.” A laugh, then a hastily added; “Maybe, if you kiss me, I’ll give it to you.”
—yun
What a shameless bluff! Maybe They were sly thieves, and he'd stolen enough for one night. She might laugh her head off at his little joke if it weren't her job on the ropes.
"A peck or something long and French?" she asked, drenching her voice in sarcasm, rising, and throwing her fist at his stupid mask. He had leaped away with liquid motion, and she countered with just much.
—lionel
He was grinning wide beneath his porcelain mask, feeling bolder than usual with his identity concealed. She wouldn’t find him if he ran off with her coveted jewel. Maybe she was the observant type who could pick out his head of hair from a crowd. He doubted it. Lionel felt free to tease and taunt her before he made his exit with a flourish. Her determination to land a fist on his face was really ruining his fun though. As much as he liked risks, he didn’t need her cracking his mask.
“French. Wouldn’t that be romantic?” He danced away from her, avoiding tripwires with nimble steps until his back hit the podium the gem once sat upon. “That's not a kiss. I don’t know who taught you how to kiss, but they taught you wrong. I’ll show you the right way if you want.” He skirted around the platform, resting his feet near the duct he had entered from. “It will have to be another night though. I have plans, you see. Maybe we can meet up for dinner and I’ll teach you what a kiss is.”
—yun
The dark acrobats fought across the room, Yun lunging at the more defensive masked man who preferred to play games and avoid her business. There wasn't much time left to stay here. She'd have to leave soon, through the service elevator as she'd planned, but the woman wasn't in the mood just yet. When his back thunked on the podium, her eyes lit up with satisfaction, and she stalked closer. She batted away the flirtatious comments. Not acknowledging their underlying disrespect, she let the haughty, erotic suggestions slip beneath the undercurrent of their conversation. Yun wanted the gem. She wanted it shamelessly.
"Will you bring the diamond? I'd like to see your face without a mask." He smelled like a coward, and she didn't believe his invitation at all. She could not stop herself from eyeing where he had hidden the gem.
LIONEL RHODES
The museum of this great island was a fortress of laser trip-wires and camera's sniping through the darkness. She has to wear a suit and mask that blocked infrared radiation, and a thin cord with hooks allow her to climb along the ceiling and out of their view. Room through dusty room, she worked, hiding in the shadows as security guards walked by. She was sly cooper, crouching behind counter tops and suits of armor, evading flashlights. She carried a bit of dry ice in a pressurized bottle to see the laser beams. She knew where she wanted to go. She knew what she wanted to steal. It was an enormous yellow diamond which had once belonged to the Queen of France before the revolution. A piece of old aristocracy and feminine aesthetic - it was a magnificently priceless and useless gleaming treasure.
And she wanted it. She wanted it and having it meant more to her than all its petty history. She had been planning this heist for nearly a year, spying on museum operations and wheedling out their flaws. The final room was head, and she tumbled through a hole in a net of trip-lasers that lined the doorway like she'd never calculated a risk.
But she hadn't planned on it - on this. Her gun drawn a second later as she beheld two more black gloves and a mask. She was silent. Her eyes were sharp, beady expressions of disbelief. Her voice was dry.
"Funny isn't it? But I believe I scheduled my appointment here before you. Step away."
—lionel
The fringes of his dark hair fell over the top of the white mask—the only thing not cloaked in blackness. It seemed to glow in the gloom and reflect hints of red off its eggshell-like surface. Where it slit into opens for his eyes, there was a glint of reflected light. He thought the mask and his dark attire made the name he went by seem very fitting. Oh, and he couldn’t forget how he made it seem as if he moved through the very walls meant to keep him out.
He never accomplished any of his thefts under any supernatural conditions. Lionel just did his research. Any capable thief would be able to discover an architectural detail that would aid him, like ductwork that conveniently opened up near his prize. It was a little dirty and cramped, but it took him exactly where he wanted to be without the risk of detection around every corner. Now he stood with his hands itching to claim the jewel from its pedestal.
Only he wasn’t alone. Moments after he arrived and was about to take his prize, he was joined by—what he presumed was—another thief. He smirked under the mask which was ironically reflected by the curving red line painted across where his mouth would be. The only indication that he was actually smiling would come through his voice as he spoke. “They were taking appointments? I’m afraid I didn’t get the memo. I guess you will have to wait in line.”
—yun
The amber and oak squares of the parquet floor made the two thieves rigid chess pieces. There was a growl in the tip of Yun's voice as she replied, stalking closer. Her gun was pointed at his mask, prepared to kiss his pretty egg shell face with bullets. Her eyes were on his hands.
"Sorry, monsieur, but there is no line," her voice lowered, her sense of humor lost to a childish disdain. "This is my job. Who told you I was making the hit today? What are you trying to prove by this?" Each line grew more pregnant with her soft, whispered anger. She would rip off his jester mask if she got just a bit closer.
note: i would have replied earlier girl, but i lost the draft halfway through and got too frustrated to try again from it lol. also, feel free to defeat her physically if you want it to go in that direction or something. like just do what you want |D
—lionel
He was looking down the barrel of a rather menacing pistol, aware he should have felt more fear than he did. This little lady wasn’t playing around. Her every inch exuded a dangerous seriousness that should have made him run away. Anyone else would have. Lionel wasn’t anyone else. If he backed down, it meant he had lost. Losing wasn’t something he could handle very well. He was something of a sore loser, in fact. Winning has a much sweeter taste.
“Temper, temper.” He wagged a finger at her, ignoring her question. “You wouldn’t want to fire that pistol and have the whole mass of security chasing you. I doubt you’d evade them for long, especially with the evidence you’ll be leaving.” Nimbly, he plucked the coveted jewel from its velvet resting place and drew closer to her until he could touch her with a gloved hand. “Clearly you have some experience. You wouldn't risk your career so foolishly.”
—yun
He replied with lanky gestures and a muffled voice. He was right - she kept the pistol only for intimidation and a last resort. A bullet now would turn on all the red lights. Envy flared in her belly as the gem rolled into his hand. She huffed at his word. Words. Words. Poetry. Get to the point.
He moved closer. Her arm remained pointing the gun at him with stiff composure. Why had Yun never heard of this black hand before? What snakes nest had he slithered out of? How was this joker was decent enough to surpass her? She didn't bother asking.
"Clearly," she repeated, dropping low, aiming a lowroundhouse kick at his knee.
—lionel
Cockiness had not won reign over him quite yet. He exuded confidence, yes, but he remained observant of the girl he dared to move closer to. There was danger in her eyes, glittering darkly like the eyes of a cornered animal—an unspoken threat of ‘come any closer and you’ll regret it’. So he kept his distance by only a few feet. He was just close enough to memorize her face. Was that red tint from the lighting or the blood rushing beneath her translucent skin?
He studied her, the gun, and—briefly—the glittering jewel her heart was set on owning. Lionel could very well just give it to her out of the kindness of his heart, if there was any. Besides, he doubted the gun was the only trick in her arsenal. He was proved right as a blur of motion rushed toward him. The thief reacted in an instant, stepped backwards out of her range. “Is that it?” He asked, grinning. “You’ll have to do better than that.” A laugh, then a hastily added; “Maybe, if you kiss me, I’ll give it to you.”
—yun
What a shameless bluff! Maybe They were sly thieves, and he'd stolen enough for one night. She might laugh her head off at his little joke if it weren't her job on the ropes.
"A peck or something long and French?" she asked, drenching her voice in sarcasm, rising, and throwing her fist at his stupid mask. He had leaped away with liquid motion, and she countered with just much.
—lionel
He was grinning wide beneath his porcelain mask, feeling bolder than usual with his identity concealed. She wouldn’t find him if he ran off with her coveted jewel. Maybe she was the observant type who could pick out his head of hair from a crowd. He doubted it. Lionel felt free to tease and taunt her before he made his exit with a flourish. Her determination to land a fist on his face was really ruining his fun though. As much as he liked risks, he didn’t need her cracking his mask.
“French. Wouldn’t that be romantic?” He danced away from her, avoiding tripwires with nimble steps until his back hit the podium the gem once sat upon. “That's not a kiss. I don’t know who taught you how to kiss, but they taught you wrong. I’ll show you the right way if you want.” He skirted around the platform, resting his feet near the duct he had entered from. “It will have to be another night though. I have plans, you see. Maybe we can meet up for dinner and I’ll teach you what a kiss is.”
—yun
The dark acrobats fought across the room, Yun lunging at the more defensive masked man who preferred to play games and avoid her business. There wasn't much time left to stay here. She'd have to leave soon, through the service elevator as she'd planned, but the woman wasn't in the mood just yet. When his back thunked on the podium, her eyes lit up with satisfaction, and she stalked closer. She batted away the flirtatious comments. Not acknowledging their underlying disrespect, she let the haughty, erotic suggestions slip beneath the undercurrent of their conversation. Yun wanted the gem. She wanted it shamelessly.
"Will you bring the diamond? I'd like to see your face without a mask." He smelled like a coward, and she didn't believe his invitation at all. She could not stop herself from eyeing where he had hidden the gem.
LIONEL RHODES
