Realistic or Modern || Black Cat || Open

[Nyxione]

Location: Parking lot // Tag: @Aes


After sending the text message, David tried opening the door and found it unlocked. The keys were already in the ignition, Jess probably put it there for the sake of convenience. It would've been quite the hassle and a waste of time for him to go up again just to get the key. He then climbed in, seating himself at the passenger side of the car. David was hoping he wasn't the only one left, he didn't want to drive during night. What he said to Jess before they left, about him not driving well during the night, it was true. He had nearly gotten Cedric and himself into a car accident for driving in the evening once.


They were heading back from a 'party'. No, David wasn't inebriated while he was driving that night. Usually when he attends a party that required for him to drive to, he would take a cab or ride with someone he knows. He could bring his car but he was too lazy to go back the next day to get it. But for that day, David was already with Cedric, they were already on the way back to the university--while David lived in an apartment just outside the university grounds, Cedric lived in a dorm inside the grounds--David already had his car with him. It was all Cedric's fault, really. He suggested that they go to this rad party and David, being David, couldn't resist a party so he turned his car and followed Cedric's directions. As it turned out, the party wasn't really a party but rather a gag set up by Cedric. It was a child's birthday party... set-up for David. On the banner was written 'Happy Birthday David'. It wasn't even David's birthday, it wasn't even anywhere near David's birthday. Needless to say, the blond Frenchman was certainly pissed up at his best friend that evening. Perhaps his anger was a factor to their near accident? David wasn't certain. All he knows is that he wasn't able to see that there was a black car in front of him, not until Cedric was screaming at him to slow down otherwise he would hit the vehicle. In his defense though, the car's rear lights were broken and the lighting in the area was quite poor. Lessons learned: a) he would never let Cedric direct him to a party that he knows nothing about, and b) his bad eyesight made it hard to drive in the night.


David was shaken out of his trip down memory lane by the vibration of his phone, an indication that he had a new message. Jess, he thought as he proceeded to read the new message. He was right, it was Jess. David couldn't help but sigh upon reading through it. So he really was the only one left--well, there was Mira as well, but Jess says she was already on her way. Looks like he had no choice but to drive the thing. He clicked his tongue in annoyance but moved over to the driver's seat regardless. David was hoping he wasn't the only one left, that there was still someone else, someone who could drive instead. He heaved one last sigh before starting up the car. There was no sense in dwelling on it now. With only thirty minutes to make it the venue, David had to drive fast.


He checked the rear view mirror and adjusted it accordingly. Was he really the only one left? Maybe Jess made a mistake--he doubts it, but it was plausible nonetheless. Maybe he should wait for a few more minutes? Not that it would do him any good. After all, Jess already told him to get there quickly--within thirty minutes in fact. He frowned as began to wonder, would thirty minutes be sufficient time for him to get to the venue? David took out his phone from his pocket and checked. Apparently, it was a twenty minute drive and if he drove really fast, David would bet he could get there in fifteen minutes. He could spare a few minutes to wait, just a few minutes. After the someone who looked like they've been invited to the party shows up, then he'll leave. He turned off the car--there was no sense for him to waste its gas, even if the tank was full--and stepped out. David leaned on the side and started waiting. Just five minutes. If no one shows up, then I'll leave.
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[Kade]

Location: Q's Apartment


Tags: @Quarantine


Action: Conversating


Mood: Embarrassed


Interacting With: Ria

"Jess let you--" He put his face in his hands for a second and groaned, then pushed his fingers up through his hair, making it stick up in messy fashion. Forgetting all about computers and the Alvarez case and lawyers momentarily, he kept his eyes clamped shut as he spun on his heel abruptly and made his way back to the safety of the closest window, licking his lips and curling them in between his teeth in agitation.


Don't freak out. It's fine. So she knows you're afraid of girls like a little pansy. Which means she probably assumes you've never really dated--you have never really dated. Lizzie doesn't count, you were six. Donna Hastings being nice to you in high school and kissing you on the cheek at the Junior lock-in also doesn't count because you were thirteen and she was just doing it because she thought you were adorable in a baby kitten sort of way. God, why am I such a loser? And say something before she thinks you're over here having a panic attack!





"Q. Switch," he blurted out, only partially turning his head over his shoulder without really looking at her. He shook it, took a breath, and went back to looking out the window. "You already know that because you read my profile. Uh, I should probably clarify, I guess. I'm Q to my Mom and some people back in school, Switch to anyone who knows me online...which is pretty much everyone I talk to right now. I don't really talk to people from school. They're, like, older...but you already know that, too. Because you read my...oh my god. I'm sorry. I'm being weird. It's not you. I mean, it is you, but not really. You're not scary, I mean. You're pretty." He clapped his hand over his mouth. "Oh my god! I'm sorry! I didn't mean...I'm just...I don't even know."


Invisibility powers would be reaaaaally good right about now. Or just lightning. The insta-kill kind. That would probably be more humane. Please, dear god, if there is a god, just kill me now and get it over with.

 

[Reine]

Wearing: http://img05.deviantart.net/4808/i/2013/336/a/0/december_commissions_3_5_by_rika_dono-d6wj1sv.jpg


Location: Q's Apartment


Tags: @Kade


Action: Exploring


Mood: Excited/Proud


Interacting With: Q

The girl made a face somewhere between a wince and a smile. And she was internally crying for him. Unsure whether to respond with sarcasm or just say something about why he chose the nickname "Switch"- which wouldn't be too hard to guess, because of his technology background.


"...Black Cat..."


"I get that a lot," she joked, with an awkward laugh. The words finally hit her, and she looked over at the TV, leaning in. They had meetings and news reports about the organization, but never used the given name of "Black Cat." The screen zoomed out to show a guest to guest, a senator or Secretary of Something-Important.


"Thank you. Thank you. Now, regarding Black Cat itself, how do you feel? Personally?"


"Well, I suppose the politically correct answer would be that I hate them. That is also my answer. They make my job difficult a-"Ria scoffed,"-nd they've impacted so many people's lives-"Yeah. They would've died or been hurt without us, "-not to mention, making my job harder, as a person. I am disgusted with them as a whole, and hope to God that whoever is in that atrocious group finds Hell to be a very unwelcoming place." Ria laughed, despite her feeling of anger. Her eyes never leaving the screen, she pulled out her phone, finally looking down to type in Jess's number while the news lady spoke about how he must have felt strongly about this.


As the phone rang, Ria tapped her foot impatiently, not thinking about what Jess thought of her calling at a time like this.


"Ria? Ria, what? I'm really, really busy. What, goddammit?"

Wearing: http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/n5yjtu-l-610x610-dress-little+black+dress-cocktail+dress-formal-evening+dress-black-cap+sleeves-spikes-high+heels-sweetheart+neckline-line-flowy-shoes-sunglasses.jpg


Location: Alvarez's House


Tags: @Pyro @Der Eine @Thanatos @ZebraWolf @too much idea


Action: Dealing With More Stuff


Mood: Stressed


Interacting With: Alex/ Anais/ Ellis/ Erika/Dio/Alvarez


Time: 8: 09

Jess felt something crack, and pain shot up her arm. Fully intending to headbutt him, Erika came up from behind him and said something, sliding a knife over his throat. Up until that point, she wasn't paying very much attention, when she heard Erika shout for the person they were going to kill, some twenty minutes ahead of schedule. Ellis ran off, and she got a phone call, probably from someone outside, all within a span of twenty seconds.


Jess answered the call, which was hard because of how loud everyone was around her, trying to ask if she was okay and what started it, probably knowing her importance to Alvarez.


"Ria? Ria, what? I'm really, really busy. What, goddammit?" There was a pause, and in that moment she heard the background sound, a TV.


"So, uhm, Black Cat, you said? Is that new information?"


"Yes. It is. We recently got a lead from someone who says they're in Black Cat right now, and we have a relative idea of where they are."


"...Jess?"


Her heart sank. No. Nononono. They were lying. It had happened a few times with her father, where they said they knew where BC was, wanting to have them surrender. She couldn't handle something else.


Firing off orders to Ria, she put her phone back, calling out to those who hadn't made it, "Get in the car."


Footsteps on the stairs audible in the mess of noise, which quickly just became a mess, as Alvarez came into view.

Wearing: http://data.whicdn.com/images/62432458/large.png


Location: Alvarez's House


Tags: @Pyro @Der Eine @Thanatos @ZebraWolf @too much idea


Action: Shouting/Arguing


Mood: Confused/Upset


Interacting With: Jess/Ellis/Others


Time: 8: 10

He sat down on his bed in an otherwise empty room. The noise from downstairs was giving him a headache, and he could only really think about his craving. There had been a shortage of cocaine as well as marijuana, which he didn't care for, due to a lack of money. A recent bust meant he couldn't spend money as carelessly as he wanted.


As if it was specifically planned out, Jess came along. She was someone he genuinely cared about. Which didn't happen often.


Also a plus was the fact that she made great offers that she hadn't failed to execute. That was, she made a small deal one other time. There wasn't a word(that he liked) to describe how he felt about her.


That, is why when he heard a female voice screaming something about his "chick" being raped, he acted on it.


Cain was one of those people who looked down on women often, as he usually intimidated them, and solely because they were scared of him, he treated them like dirt. Another reason why he gave a shit about Jess.


The house became quiet as he walked down the staircase, scanning the crowd for Jess's dark hair, finding her to be no where near alone, with several people crowding around her. He shoved his way through the crowd and grabbed Jess's arm, which proved to be a bad choice, as she cursed and pulled away, her face showing the pain it caused.


"Jesus Jess. Someone hurt you? You weren't fucking around? You were fucking around. I can tell."


The girl quickly looked towards the door, picking her purse up with her left hand and shoving a bag of cocaine toward him, not wanting to speak, apparently.


"Jess. No." He shoved the bag back roughly, more upset at her than anyone else. "Who the f*ck were you joshing? Answer me."


"No one," she said finally. "Stop being such a d*ck." It wasn't unusual for her to say something like that, as, said before, the times cursing was used or necessary was for pain tolerance and when speaking to someone who often used slang.


This didn't make him angry, he just felt like he had to accuse her of cheating, especially around a large group of people.


"Don't bullsh*t me."


"We're done," she said finally, almost seeming rushed. She dropped the bag onto the floor and nearly ran out, which one might think to be extremely difficult in what she was wearing.


Alvarez reached into his coat pocket, and, as if the crowd had anticipated this reaction, they had backed away.


A pistol came into view, and he fired it once into the ceiling, tearing a hole into the wood. It did nothing to slow her down, and he gave chase, sprinting onto the front yard.

(Note, he's pretty vain and selfish, but takes care of those loyal to him, which is why he reacted like this(kind of like Ria). I really wanted to hurry this up, so it didn't come out as well as I wanted.


@Pyro It was said that the plan was predicted, and I made up the idea of Ria seeing the news report after making the procedure. Not everything did or was supposed to go as planned.


Kind of thinking of making him a long term, disposable, character(Sort of like @pandana 's character). I just started adding in stars because he's going to cuss a lot.)

 

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Spoiler

Wearing: [Currently]Button-Up White Shirt/Black Blazer/Black Slacks


Location: Driver's Seat-->Outside-->On The Ground


Mood: Oh Boy...


@Quarantine @too much idea





Alex was already out of the car the moment he heard a commotion from inside, he was terrified when he saw Jess running out of the building with Alvarez coming after her with a gun. This is it. The Fox whispers under his breath before flicking his arm outwards, springing the trigger in the sleeve holster, sending a small pistol to slide forward and into Alex's hand. The shooter immediately lowers his head and shoulders, trying to make a smaller target for the kingpin to hit as he fires off a round. A shot rings from Alvarez's gun, flying right over Alex's head. Another shot comes from Alex's gun, hitting Alvarez in the chest, but not registering in the drug-lord's mind that he was hit. Another shot from Alvarez, this one flying right past Alex and landing in the car, tearing open two windows on opposing sides.


This is it. The Fox tells himself again, sending off another shot and hitting Alvarez in the temple, causing the man to stumble back but fire one more shot in Alex's direction. As the drug-lord hits the ground, his body rolls two times, giving off its final death throes right on its own lawn. Alex, seeing the target down, immediately realizes that he himself had been hit in the final volley of bullets. He feels around for a second or two before realizing he had been hit in the side of the neck by Alvarez's last and final shot. The Fox stumbles backwards before collapsing onto the side of the car. he grips the handle, opening the car and lifting himself into the back seat, trying to sit up and stabilize himself but finding it harder and harder by the second to find any strength in his body.

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[Reine]

Wearing: http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/n5yjtu-l-610x610-dress-little+black+dress-cocktail+dress-formal-evening+dress-black-cap+sleeves-spikes-high+heels-sweetheart+neckline-line-flowy-shoes-sunglasses.jpg


Location: SUV


Tags: @Pyro @Der Eine @Thanatos @ZebraWolf @too much idea


Action: Dealing With ...Lots uh Stuff


Mood: Scared/Anxious


Interacting With: Alex/ Anais/ Ellis/ Erika/Dio


Time: 8: 13

It was obvious that Cain Alvarez was coming after her-which is why she didn't slow down once outside. She heard the gunshots and flinched each time, waiting to be hit.


There was a thump from behind her, marking the death of Alvarez. Though she didn't want to look, her job came first, and the leader spun around, shamefully digging through the dead man's pockets and pulling out the money. She quickly hid it in her dress and turned around to find that Alex was less than chipper.


"Alex," she said quietly, giving him an encouraging gaze before closing his door. She shouted for Erika to get into the car, climbing into the front seat and starting the vehicle, as a few people began to catch on to what was happening, and headed towards the mutilated SUV.


She would leave Ellis- but not Erika. As soon as she arrived, they had to go.


And hopefully, that would be within the next eight seconds.

 

[Bromo Getrektus]

Erika

Wearing: @Quarantine


Action: Threatening


Mood: Excited/Scared


Interacting With: Jess, Others



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Erika ignored him, for the most part, standing by Jess while Alvarez spoke to her. The girl said something a few times, defending Jess, but wasn't heard. She knew Jess wanted her back at the car, but didn't listen, wanting to stay with her. Eventually Erika's friend and boss took off, with Alvarez gaining on her in more appropriate attire.


She stood there for a few moments, motionless, until shots were fired outside and Jess called her name. At that point she took off sprinting towards the car, jumping in next to Alex.


Only after the car started and they were driving did Erika notice the obvious pain Alex was in. She gave him some space, unsure what to do. Most of the time he hated her(and most other people's) guts, so she was very certain he didn't want her pity, especially as she hadn't gotten so much as a mark anywhere.



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[Kade]

Location: Q's Apartment


Tags: @Quarantine


Action: Stripping


Mood: Panicked


Interacting With: Ria

Q's head swiveled around as he caught the broadcast on TV, knowing better than most people twice his age how important it was for people like them to not be exposed. He stepped closer to watch, feeling his heart begin to sink in his chest. It was bad enough what the Senator was saying before Ria had gotten on the phone, but then he continued on:


"So, uhm, Black Cat, you said? Is that new information?"


"Yes. It is. We recently got a lead from someone who says they're in Black Cat right now, and we have a relative idea of where they are."


Someone in Black Cat right now. This was bad, this was so bad.


"It wasn't me," he babbled in a panic, backing up a little from where Ria was standing, the phone still to her ear. He'd heard her say Jess's name, and hoped maybe the Black Cat leader could hear him on the other end. "It wasn't me, I swear. I can...you can check me for wires, anything."


He scrambled to pull his sweater over his head, certain they were all going to blame him. How could they not? Brand new kid walks in off the street and is inside their building for less than an hour before the government starts saying they've got someone on the inside? He would suspect him too if their positions were reversed; it made more sense than believing one of their operatives who'd been with them for far longer would rat them out.


He was fucked. He was so fucked. They were probably going to kill him. He was going to die on his own birthday just when he'd finally reached adulthood, and by the very same organization he'd been trying to join for the past two years. How fucking ironic was that?

 

[Aes]

Charlotte Cooper

Location: Hallway-> parking lot


Outfit: here


Mood: calmer, but impatient


Tags: @Nyxione

In the end, Charlotte made the impulsive, probably idiotic, decision to not contact any of them. Right now her pride and integrity were still aching from her long nap. One of the perks of being a bird was that her skills weren't always a necessity in every mission, so she assumed they were doing alright without her for the time being. She could probably pick up whatever was going on when she got there. Probably. If she knew anything about her comrades, it's that they had a knack for causing trouble in the most unexpected places. She might as well start leaving as soon as possible to avoid any further hitches in whatever plan they were cooking up. After triple checking that she had everything she needed, invitation included, she strode towards the elevator to head down to where the cars were. Due to her small stature, she learned to walk confidently yet casually, a type of ease that no one would question, and heels only emphasized her self assurance. She took out her phone during the elevator ride to check the time, the light illuminating her face in the dimmed space. As she stepped out, she entered the address into the GPS feature on her phone before noticing someone leaning against a car. She wouldn't have noticed him if the situation were different. Her brain was searching for a Black Cat face she recognized and immediately snatched the opportunity to do its job. Relief coursed through her as she changed her direction and approached David casually, glad that someone else was left. And from the way he was dressed, he was probably headed towards the party as well. "Hey," she greeted warmly, her eyes shifting to the car behind him. "You're going to the party, right? Have room for one more?"


"I can drive," she continued, instantly horrified at the words that left her lips. Despite her distaste for driving, she was more anxious and impatient than anything else at this point. Still, her mouth had betrayed her, a betrayal that wouldn't be forgotten. "Unless you prefer to. Actually, you might be the better driver," she added weakly in a meek attempt to salvage the situation. It was true, she wasn't the best driver. She liked to focus on the road when driving, and only the road, and this often threw passengers off. This meant sometimes ignoring or not seeing other vehicles or civilians. However, if they needed to throw someone off their tail, she would be the best choice. Still, she had never gotten in an accident of any sort and was, ironically, a very safe driver despite her unconventional ways. She took a quick, subtle glance at the GPS directions and estimated time of arrival. Twenty minutes. She could manage twenty minutes if it came to it. Besides, she had already offered and it wouldn't look good if she took back her proposal.


She readjusted the flower pin in her hair and snapped her purse shut, her other hand still clutching to the phone. She wasn't curse-like-a-sailor, restaurant boss, fight-or-flight-mode Charlotte right now. She had toned down her personality in preparation for the night to come. Being able to blend into the background was a skill she had perfected over the years. Some people immediately drew attention to themselves; they had the "it factor" magazines and self help books like to flaunt. But no one understood the power of being, essentially, invisible. She had once followed a man for an hour, listening to his interactions and exchanges in several stores while standing right next to him. He didn't notice at all. She was invisible and forgettable, crucial talents for a bird. "We should probably get going if there's no one else to wait for," she said. Luckily for her team, her huge amount of sleep also meant being able to stay awake and alert for an ample amount of time. Maybe her driving would even improve tonight.

 

[Reine]

Wearing: http://img05.deviantart.net/4808/i/2013/336/a/0/december_commissions_3_5_by_rika_dono-d6wj1sv.jpg


Location: Ria's Apartment


Tags: @Kade @Pyro @Der Eine @Thanatos @ZebraWolf @too much idea @pandana @Aes @Nyxione


Action: Packing


Mood: Upset/Angry


Interacting With: Q

Ria dropped the phone in her lap, her eyes wide at what Jess had said.


"No," she said sadly. Despite this, she knew she was going to do it.


Jess had, in less words, told her to create a slideshow or video, anything, as long as it revealed the identities of those she worked with.


"Shut up. Just shut up!" Ria shouted at Q, pulling the lap top and furiously typing a video built on anger and sarcasm. "JESS REI 22 F" She added an image of her before working on the next slide. "DIO CASTLE 21 M" Along with an image of him. There were a few times when she had difficulty writing down the information, especially with Erika. On one of the last slides, she looked over at Quentin before typing in, "QUINCY LEE 16 M" With that, she added a picture of a lesser known actor.


She played the video on all stations and JumboTrons she had preset in cases of emergency or one of Jess's freak outs. In just a few seconds, the video began playing on the TV, exactly as she had set it on her computer.


Standing up, Ria told Switch, "Tour's over. Wait out in the hall until I'm done packing."


The teen left the apartment, disappearing down the hallway.

 

[Kade]

Location: Q's Apartment


Tags: @Quarantine


Action: Floundering


Mood: Confused af


Interacting With: Ria

His mouth snapped shut the instant she yelled at him, his arms still caught up in his sweater sleeves as he lowered them down in front of his torso. She wasn't coming after him. She wasn't even interested in him, too busy doing...something...on her laptop. Part of him wanted to ask her what, the other part was too freaked out to even move. He was so certain this was going to land on his shoulders, but maybe not, and if she was ignoring him for the time being, it was better to stay ignored. Plus, she'd yelled at him. He could hardly talk to girls; being yelled at by them was on a whole different level of brain short-circuitry.


That fear nearly flew out the window the instant he realized what she'd done, however. As a video began to play on the TV of all the Black Cat members a second before she snapped her laptop shut, he began to open his mouth to protest, but was cut off as she gave him the order to wait in the hall and vanished.


What the hell was going on?





Stunned, he watched the video play through, taken aback when he saw that his own identity had remained hidden. What did that mean? Why had he been singled out? Was that good or bad? He wanted to say good; if his dad saw that broadcast and his actual face had been up there, he'd kill him! But maybe it was bad. Maybe he was singled out because he didn't really matter because Black Cat was still on the fence about actually killing him. Or maybe it didn't matter anymore because Black Cat was scattering to the winds, and since he'd only been in for an hour there was no point in exposing him.


Ugh, this was so...so...nerve wracking! Why couldn't all this have waited until he'd at least been in for a little while? One case. If he could've worked just one official case, he would've been happy.


But people didn't always get what they want, did they? He knew that all too well, too. Puffing out a sigh just to help settle his nerves a little, he pulled the sweater back on, grabbed up his pack and skateboard, and headed out the door.


Bye, awesome apartment. I at least got to pretend you were mine for a few minutes.





This birthday sucked.

 

[The Chronicler]

Ellis Tahoma

That Guy

Disguised Ellis fit perfectly in with what was happening, he looked small and fragile, essentially a high schooler that found way too much love in math and stuff. Just to add in effect, he put in a higher voice, not too high, just around where he can work with it. Ellis made his way to the front, finding the car... Poof. It was a sad moment that day.


With free time on his hands thanks to the group, he sneaked his way back into the building, grabbed his coat and body bag, returning to the back of the house. But before he did go back to the back, he grabbed a water bottle. Once he made it round back, he started pouring the water bottle all over the bag, to remove any fingerprints left. After the drenching, he kicked the bag away, putting on a glove and heading back inside the building.


Ellis eventually found Alvarez's dead body, he patted down every area that was wounded or bleeding, drenching the glove with Alvarez's blood. Than, he made his way around back again and stuck his hand against the wall. Than, writing something down with the blood. It was only a matter of minutes until the cops arrived. But he had some time so... He finished his blood drawing and calling card.


Walking off into the distance, his coat in hand. Leaving behind a bloody hand mark and the words: 'King Of Despair'. Ellis knew what would happen to him if he got caught... It didn't matter....


Shortly after, the police arrived and arrested Ellis, with no problems, and no questions asked.


[Takin' a break for a few. A little on the flipside. Just continue without Ellis, as he is in Jail.]

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[Message: @Quarantine @Der Eine @Kade @Thanatos @ZebraWolf @Aes @Nyxione]

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Spoiler

Wearing: [Currently]Button-Up White Shirt(stained red)/Black Blazer(red)/Black Slacks(STAINS EVERYWHERE)


Location: In back seat


Mood: Oh God...


@Quarantine @too much idea





The gunman, surprised by everyone's lack of help, props himself up the best he could (Which wasn't very) and scoots over towards Erika. Alex immediately grabs Erika's hand and presses it against the wound, trying to get her to slow the blood flow from his neck. The entire time this was happening, Alex was beginning to feel hazier by the second, slowly losing consciousness through blood loss. The Fox tries to croak out something, but fails to, seeing as his vocal cords are probably non-responsive from the shock of the impact and weakness due to blood loss.


Alex tries to keep his head up-straight and eyes open but his head starts to give way every now and then, and his eyes feel the need to flutter, but Alex won't give up, he raises his head every time it dips and practically forces his eyelids open through the act of biting the inside of his cheek when they begin to sink. Not only that, but Alex's hand pressing down on Erika's began to lighten up slowly over time, eventually dropping down to Alex's side when nearing the Black Cat HQ.

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[Bromo Getrektus]

Erika

Wearing: @Quarantine @Der Eine


Action: Helping


Mood: Uncomfortable/Worried


Interacting With: Jess, Alex



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Up until this point, she'd tried not to look at him, but could tell he was in pain. When Alex grabbed her hand and placed it over something wet. She realized where exactly he was hurt-and that it was no small injury. Along with this, she let out a cry of surprise, looking around frantically for something to help him with... a first aid kit or a convenient article of clothing, as she had admittedly little on. When he let go of her hand, she shrank back and quickly took off the thin piece of clothing covering her main blouse, and looked at the material for a second, deciding it was too thin to help.


"Alex..." she said, almost a frustrated whine.


Erika took off her crop top, leaving on her bra and only that on her upper half, and pushed the material against his neck, looking up at Jess for assistance.


"Jess!" She said, calling out to the leader.



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(It's really hard to find serious images/gifs)

 

[yoikes]

Dio Castle


@Quarantine @Thanatos @ZebraWolf [/i]


@Der Eine


"Anais, Dio, stay in the car unless there's a problem, please."


"There's one, in the back." Dio grunted, as he make his way out of the car. Sure, Ellis took the body bag with him and even sprayed some perfume to mask the smell of blood but Dio just couldn't bear with it.


He watched as his teammates walked inside the building, and about ten or fifteen minutes later noticed Jess running out of the building... With Alvarez right behind her with a gun, and then before Dio knew what's happening a gunfight happened between him and Alex- which resulted in Alvarez falling to the ground and lay there motionless and Alex wounded.


This is why he hate guns and knives.


Taking off his best and tie, he threw it to Erika. "Use this to stop his bleeding or whatever. Sorry I can't help much."

 

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Wearing: [Currently]Button-Up White Shirt(stained red)/Black Blazer(red)/Black Slacks(STAINS EVERYWHERE)


Location: In back seat


Mood: Not good.


@Quarantine @too much idea



As the car comes to a stop, Alex has lost any will of strength that he had at the beginning of the ride and falls over into Erika's lap, the wound facing upwards. With his right hand, Alex moves it over his head and holds it in front of Erika, a gesture for her to hold his hand, Alex does this in a mixture of the want for some compassion and the feel for a need for someone to be there if he does die.


Alex, having stayed awake this long, was now starting to get woozy from the blood loss. His eyes would slowly close and Alex would force them open after a second or two, like a pattern. Finally, Alex was beginning to become less tense, his furrowed brows started to straighten out and his pointed frown starting to contain less and less emotion as Alex's blood begins to run drier and drier.

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[Reine]

Wearing: http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/n5yjtu-l-610x610-dress-little+black+dress-cocktail+dress-formal-evening+dress-black-cap+sleeves-spikes-high+heels-sweetheart+neckline-line-flowy-shoes-sunglasses.jpg


Location: Toyota


Tags: @Der Eine @Thanatos @ZebraWolf @too much idea @pandana


Action: Sorting


Mood: Scared/Anxious


Interacting With: Alex/ Anais/ Erika/ Dio/ Dakota/ EV


Time: 8: 28

"Jesus," Jess pulled over, jolting herself forward. Looking at her surroundings, she pulled into the apartment parking lot, immediately jumping out and yanking the keys from the ignition.


"Dio, Anais, get inside and pack. Erika- don't move. I'll call someone to help as soon as I can. Ria released our identities, so I need you guys to hurry. Feel free to turn yourselves in and possibly get a shorter sentence-but they already have our appearances and names, so there's no use selling us out. You two- haul ass. When you're done, go to the Toyota Sequoia."


She headed to the opposite side of the parking lot. There were three luxury cars regularly used by BC, and four casual or "family" sized cars, used for teams. One had very obviously been totaled, which would bring out negative attention. Around this time she remembered Daniel, Mira, and Charlotte. Letting out a desperate laugh, she pulled out her phone and texted them all:


JESS(TO ALL): Meet at the Toyota. I realize this is rushed. Pack if u want. ria released our appearances names ages and gender. i cant respond after this. Just come quickly, wherever u r.


Another laugh. This time for her spelling. How awful.


She started the car, dialing Dakota's number, preparing herself for verbal abuse... or whatever that was that came out of his mouth.


"Babe!"


"Dakota..."

Wearing: http://data.whicdn.com/images/133548063/superthumb.jpg


Location: Apartment Front


Tags: @Der Eine @Thanatos @ZebraWolf @too much idea


Action: Being A Doctor


Mood: Calm/Rushed


Interacting With: Jess/Alex


Time: 8: 28

Dakota woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. It was a very unusual sound, for him anyway.


He was one of those people that actually slept for his health. He didn't even like sleeping, he just did it.


Seeing it was Jess, his eyes lit up. Another assignment? Someone have an owie?


"Babe!" He answered, gripping the phone tighter in an attempt to be serious.


"Dakota... are you dressed?"


He giggled, unable to control his surprise. "I mean, if you want to come down, I can be ready in no time."


"No. No! I mean, you need to come out to the front of the building ASAP. If you have any medical kits, bring them. Alex. You kno- no you don't. Never mind. Just hurry. Someone got hit. Have the Erika girl help him, she seems to be perfectly fine with holding his hand. I'm in the Toyota Sequoia."


As if that answered all the questions he had or could possibly have, Jess hung up. There were a few seconds of silence as he tried to grasp what she said, before grabbing an emergency bag and speed-walking towards the main entrance.


Outside was the SUV, looking like it debuted in Jumanji.


Realizing how serious it must have been, he swung the back door open, seeing someone in an early stage of Hypovolemic shock. He was usually only any good at fixing people, not diagnosis. But... Holy shit.


He checked off the symptoms without entirely realizing it- obvious dizziness and faintness, as well as a weakness in preforming basic functions, like being able to sit up. That, and there was blood, like, everywhere.


Ripping open his bag, he pulled out a pill, which included mostly Alprazolam(Xanax) and Ketamine(Ketalar). Both were used as legal drugs for a "high" feeling. Ketamine is a strong medicine that induces a state of trance, while giving pain relief, sedation, and memory loss. Xanax is more common, as an often addictive sedative and hypnotic drug.


Shoving it into the boy's mouth, he tilted his head back much like one would do to get an animal to swallow a pill. After he felt it go down completely, he wasted no time for it to take effect, which would be in four or five minutes, in theory.


Dakota pulled him out of the car roughly and placed him on the asphalt, examining the wound.


Gunshot, he registered. There were four types of wounds, and four ways to deal with one, for the most part.


He was getting less aware of what was happening, so that could mean he was bleeding internally. In which case, he couldn't help. Internal bleeding could only be helped by a medical professional.


Sitting Alex up quickly, he figured this way he could breathe if nothing else, as excess blood could choke him. Opening the boy's mouth like a toy, he checked to make sure the airway was intact before reaching into his magic bag and pulling out a bottle of ointment, before smearing it over the wound.


His favorite part.


Dakota pulled out the only thing that could help anymore, medical thread. Putting it through a curved needle, he ripped open a package of gloves and put them on, holding the wound shut while he began sewing it closed.


Involentarily disgusted by the hole, he occasionally had to pause for no more than a few seconds, looking away.


Once finished, her cut the thread with metal scissors, and put his things away, shouting in his doctor voice, "I don't know how he's going to do. Erika..." unsure which one was Erika, he continued, "just help me carry him to the car."


Grabbing his legs, he looked up frantically for help taking him to the next car.

Wearing: http://s3.favim.com/orig/47/anime-art-drawing-fashion-girl-Favim.com-432872.jpg


Location: Apartment Building


Tags:


Action: Getting Ready


Mood: Worried


Interacting With: Jess


Time: 8: 31

"Yes?" Her timid voice answered Jess's call.


"Get outside- we're in the Toyata for the goddamn fourth time. Bring as much make up and clothes as you can. Maybe a few wigs. Just hurry." "Okay. Did you see the vide-"


"Yes! I know about the video!" Without EV being able to say anything else, Jess ended the call.


Eraveeva bolted up, tearing clothes and make up out of drawers and closets, her heart pounding. It had been so long since Jess had asked something of her, and surprisingly, she was more than a little excited and worried.


Having on two backpacks and carrying three bags of clothes, she ran out of the building, nearly tripping twice, before she slowed down in the parking lot, seeing a commotion.


Picking up her original panic, she shoved her bags into the trunk of the other SUV, calling up a simple, panting, "Hi boss!"


The girl bounded towards Alex, Dakota, and the rest of those at the car, her eyes darting over the mess and figuring out immediately what happened.

(omfg. post long. me tired.)

 

[Alecto]

Anais Fiennes


Location: Operation Vehicle >>> Headquarters


Interaction: Alex (@Quarantine).

As the others stepped out for the mission, Anais shifted so she could take out her pistol, removing the safety. When the screaming and gunshots starter, she tilted herself so she could look out the window for better view, but not so much that she'd have trouble jumping into the front seat.


When she saw Alvarez drop on the floor, Anais had been ready to jump over the front console, but Jess beat her to it. Placing her pistol back into its holster, she asked, "All good, Jess?" Then she twisted in her seat so she could look at the others, disregarding completely that they were driving well above the speed limit.


Her eyes fell on Dio first, eyebrows furrowing when she saw him looking rather green. As soon as her gaze shifted towards Ericka and Alex, a string of curses enough to make a sailor blush escaped her lips. She immediately settled back into her seat and began to look for the first-aid kit in the glove compartment.


Triumphantly, she pulled out the kit. She twisted in her seat again, leaning above the console to hand Ericka the first-aid kit. "This should help." She nearly fell over the console when the car pulled to a stop in the apartment's parking lot.


Jaw dropping as she listened to Jess, she could not fucking believe it. Someone must have squealed about having their names, forcing Jess - and Ria - to sell themselves out first. Scrambling to get out of the car, she called out behind her as she bounded towards the headquarters, nearly barrelling into Dakota, "I can take care of Ericka's stuff while Dio can do it for Alex."


Taking two steps at a time, Anais took to the stairs instead of the elevator, ignoring the fact that she was fucking barefoot. With her strides long and purposeful, she reached the intended floor in no time and almost sprinted into her room. The hiss from the corner of her room made her pause. Ah, fuck. Her name was released. Her dad is going to have a heart attack. Victor is going to- She realised she didn't have any time to think about that, instead ripping her closet open, nearly taking the hinges off from the sheer force of her action. First, she slipped on a pair of running shoes.


Then he grabbed her largest suitcase and began to shove in several practical clothes and shoes, hopping over to her bathroom to get essentials for her and Scout once she was done with the clothes. The cat followed her as she moved about the room frantically, trailing around her legs that she almost stepped on his tail twice. Grabbing the largest backpack she could find, she practically shoved in all her laptops - three, not including her personal laptop as it would probably be tracked - several phones, wallets, IDs and passports. Opening the secret compartment in the bag - she had to pay good money for this bag - she placed as many weapons as she could. Two knives, four pistols - although, she was sure the fourth one wasn't hers at all - and a shit ton of ammunition.


Shouldering her backpack and a reliable sniper rifle, she scooped Scout up with one hand, and her suitcase in the other then barreled out of her room, "We're leaving, Scout. Say bye-bye to our room." The cat relentlessly hissed as she dashed towards Ericka's room, only stopping when she set him down again to open Ericka's door.


Locked. Fucking locked. She had no other choice but to pull her pistol out from her dress and shoot at the doorknob. Her pistol may be silenced, but Scout still hissed, taking cover behind her. When she was certain that the lock was no longer functional - she realised the rashness of her actions. Jess was going to kill her, and probably Ericka too. Hardly mattered right now, she needed to get Ericka's things. Jess can just take it out of her salary once they're back into business.

 

[Nyxione]

Location: Parking lot ? In car; on the road ? Back to HQ


Interacted with: Charlotte (@Aes), Cedric (NPC)


Not long after deciding to wait, David heard the faint sound of heels clicking on concrete. He looked towards the direction of sound and found himself looking at a girl, a fellow Black Cat member to be precise. Charlotte Cooper. She was doing something on her phone and hadn't seen him yet. David looked at her and her attire, it seemed like she was attending a party, likely the same party he was heading to. He can't help but do a little cheer inside. Waiting had been the right move after all. Alas, he was still going to drive--there was simply no way he was going to let her drive with those high heels, but at least he had some company. She could look out for him, tell him if they're going to hit something! That was one way to look at the situation.


"Hey. You're going to the part, right? Have room for one more?" David nodded and smiled. "Yeah. I was actually waiting, just to be sure that no one going to the party was getting left behind." He was about to get in the driver's seat when she suddenly spoke once more. "I can drive." A blonde eyebrow slowly shot up as he turned to look back at her. "Unless you prefer to. Actually, you might be the better driver." David merely stared at her. The silence must've been unnerving, for just after a few moments she spoke once more, "We should probably get going if there's no one else to wait for."


David let out a low chuckle of amusement. "Yeah. I don't think there's anyone else to wait for. And it's fine, I can drive. I'm not some savage who'll let a woman in heels take up the wheel when I'm perfectly capable of doing so myself." He dropped his gaze to her feet to further prove his point. As he did so, he got a glance on what it was on her phone: directions to the venue. He smiled. "You can help navigate instead, if that's alright with you that is." Without another word, David got in the driver's seat and tossed his phone to the cup holder, a habit he has when driving his own car. He waited for her to get in the passenger seat before starting the car and driving the vehicle out of its place in the parking lot.


So far so good, his eyes hadn't failed him just yet. Maybe it really was the anger that led to the near accident that night. Nonetheless, David focused on the road in front of him as every good driver should do. They haven't gotten far when his phone started to violently vibrate, so much so that it began to emit a noise despite being on silent. His phone had always been notorious for it, which was why he normally placed a handkerchief underneath it whenever he lays it on his desk beside him while he works. David spared it a quick glance, just to see who it was that was calling. If it had been his father, he would've picked it up, but it wasn't, it was merely his best mate Cedric. He let it ring for a few more seconds, Cedric was bound to give up calling him. But he didn't. The phone continued to vibrate. Normally he would continue to let it ring, but he wasn't alone and his phone was making a lot of noise. So, without moving his eyes off the road, he picked up his phone and pressed the lock button twice, effectively rejecting the call. David placed the device back into the cup holder it was previously occupying and shot Charlotte an apologetic look. "Sorry. Best friend was being annoying again." Just as he had apologised, his phone started to ring again. He glanced at the screen and found the same caller id as before: Cedric Leighton. David groaned. "For fuck's sake," he mumbled to himself before picking up the device once again. He answered the call but set it on loud speaker before placing it back in the cup holder. "You better have a good reason for calling me, Ced."


"Oh hell yeah I do. Why did you not tell me that you're a member of Black Cat?" the voice on the other end asked, his tone was a mix between mad and excited--leave it to Cedric to be both at the same time. But there was something else in his tone, something that bothered David: confidence. Cedric was obviously convinced that David was a member of the vigilante organisation. David frowned. He's been a part of Black Cat for a while now and no one has noticed, and now all of a sudden, Cedric calls and claims that he knows of David's side job. The blonde butterfly didn't understand what brought this on. Did he leave something lying around in his other apartment when Cedric last visited? One thing was for certain though, David was sure as hell not going to admit to it, after all, it could just be Cedric just being--well, Cedric. Cedric had always been an odd sort of fellow.


"Because I'm not a member of Black Cat," he firmly replied. David heard his friend sigh at his answer. "Stop denying it already you impure french fry--" "Impure french fry?" David interrupted with a chuckle. "You haven't called me that in years." Cedric groaned on the other end. "Stop interrupting me and stop denying it. I already know. All of us, already know." Another frown appeared on David's face. "What do you mean, all of us?"


"You mean you don't know? It was broadcast in the TV, David. All the names and faces of the Black Cat members."


David felt his mouth go dry at this bit of information. Broadcast? When the hell did that happen? He didn't know what to say and how to respond. Denying it was almost useless at this point, but what else was he supposed to do? Oh God. He was panicking inside now. For someone who used words as a weapon, David sure lacked them right now. Focusing on the road was starting to become harder.


"David?"


The blonde butterfly decided to continue on with the charade and sighed for effect. "Look, Ced. I'm kind of busy right now. On a date with a beautiful woman. She just popped in the washroom a while ago but is on her way back now. I'll talk to you later." David then immediately ended the call. If he knows his friend--which he does--then he was certain he wouldn't be calling back any time soon. Cedric was a hopeless romantic, he would never dare to interrupt anyone on a date. He stopped the car upon seeing the stoplight in front of them turn red. David took this brief pause to calm himself. He breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled. Green eyes turned to his companion. "I think... I think we should head back. It isn't safe for us to be out right now." Again, he didn't wait for her response. David turned the vehicle around--thankfully, and quite oddly, there were no other cars around--and quickly drove back to the apartment building.


The first thing David noticed upon returning was that the vehicles used for the task were now back, the next thing he noticed was the injured body. David didn't know who it was just yet. Right now there was but one thing in his mind: "What the hell happened." A few seconds later, his phone vibrates once more. It wasn't a call this time, just a mere text. David read the text, it was from Jess and read 'Meet at the Toyota. I realize this is rushed. Pack if u want. ria released our appearances names ages and gender. i cant respond after this. Just come quickly, wherever u r.' "All hell is breaking loose it seems. Jess wants us to pack. I think you received a similar message," he told his companion. David could feel the start of a headache coming, but there was no time for that. Whatever it was that happened, it was bad. He began to think of the contents of his room. Everything in it was replaceable, everything important he owned was stashed away in his other apartment--which was probably going to get raided now. Goddammit. He didn't understand anything that was going on.


Packing, yes, that was what he needed to do right now. A few set of clothes would do. David exited the car and quickly made his way to his room. He then grabbed the duffel bag in his closet and began to pack. Clothes went into the duffel bag along with his chargers, and his laptop went into its respective bag. These were all replaceable, but David highly doubted that he would be able to buy new clothes and gadgets for a while. From the urgency of everything, it sounded like they were about to go into hiding. David didn't like it one bit. He went to his hidden mini vault and took out the guns and bullets. He might as well take them, no sense in leaving it behind; so he stashed them into the duffel bag as well. Once he was done, David hauled himself downstairs to meet up with the rest.
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[amended]

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Wearing: [Currently]Button-Up White Shirt(stained red)/Black Blazer(red)/Black Slacks(STAINS EVERYWHERE)


Location: On the ground in the HQ parking lot.


Mood: Not good.


@Quarantine @too much idea


Alex was sure he was going to die in the car, he was sure that his consciousness was going to leave the Earth as he knew it in the back of a shot-up SUV. Or so he thought at least. The Fox, miraculously, was dragged out of the car and had the wound sealed up right there in the middle of a parking lot under a night sky. Once the wound was sealed, Alex feels himself being lifted off the ground. It was now that a thought ran through his mind, What if I die? Sure, it was a little late to have this thought; but what would happen if he died? Who would remember him? Who would clean up the mess? Would he be buried? Would he be cremated? Or would he be just dumped behind a building somewhere and never found?





Alex begins to worry internally about the future of his body, or in this case, possible corpse, as he is carried to another vehicle. However, Alex was thankful for the doctor's work, maybe he did have a chance of making it to see tomorrow. The rush of people packing up their stuff confused Alex since he was still unaware of the video, hopefully, Alex will still be alive to worry about it at a later date.

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[yoikes]

Dio Castle


@Quarantine @Thanatos @ZebraWolf[/i]@Der Eine


Dio is confident on how quick-minded he is, despite not receiving a formal education. He usually able to grasp the situation and take control of it, either to steer it the way he wanted or stir up more chaos to complete his task. But at this moment, he has no idea what's going on. It's like he is pulled into a vortex, together with his friends. Ria released our identities, what the hell is that supposed to mean? A traitor? Ria? No- no, that can't be. Is this have something to do with Alvarez chasing the Boss with a gun? Probably. He'll ask for an explanation later, right now they have to bail out of this place ASAP before the police surround the area and trapped them here. Ain't going to be good- there'll be a lot of blood.


He quietly went inside the building with Anais- the staircase was a good idea- thought showing their face for the security camera inside the elevator probably won't be making any difference right now. His handsome face is all over the news right now, probably. His name is circulating around the web. He wondered whether that useless mom of his heard about it too, maybe contacting some TV station for interview deals. Damn that whore.


Anais sprinted inside her room, and so is Dio. They don't have any time to lose. Dio took out a black sports bag and started throwing some of his favorite clothes- a bundle of fake ID documents he prepared for missions- and a bottle of red wine packed inside a box. If he's ever cornered by the police, he'll go out like a gentleman he is trying to become. After making sure that he already put everything he needed inside, he zipped it up and throw it to the hallway as he took another bag and way about to make his way inside Alex's room when he discovered that it was locked.


"God fucking dammit it's not like someone's going to steal your stuff!" Dio hissed- as he turned around and took his pick locking tool from his desk and crouched in front of Alex's door and started working. A soft click could be heard, and Dio quickly went inside Alex's room. Dude needs a new piece of cloth, that for sure, so Dio threw in a couple of he-would-totally-look-good-in-this clothes he found inside his wardrobe. What's next? Guns and ammo, or he'll cry at night missing his favorite handgun. Dio threw in a sweet looking handgun- which hopefully is his Alex's favorite- and several boxes of handgun ammo. Is that all? Yes probably.


"Anais, i'm finished here," Dio announced as he returned to the hallway. "C'mon, hurry up!"

 

[Alecto]

Anais Fiennes


Location: Headquarters


Interaction: Alex (@Quarantine).

Anais emerged from Ericka's room with another suitcase in hand, seconds after Dio told her to hurry up. She slid right next to him, Scout trailing behind her, tail high in the air. "Jess said to get back to them as soon as possible, but I'm going to grab some weapons from the basement. I'm fairly certain some of those are registered under several of our aliases. So can you take this with you?" Not bother to wait for his answer, she handed Dio Ericka's suitcase.


Sparing no time, Anais sprinted down the hall and down the stairs, nearly slipping on the second flight of stairs as her foot was caught on the edge of the carpet. She heard Scout make a noise that sounded like a chuckle behind her, then she to look at the cat with narrow eyes for a moment before returning to the task at hand. Managing to get to the basement with no further incidents - although, her ankle did twinge a bit - Anais quickly set her luggage by the door, ducking underneath the low doorframe and began to take as many weapons as she could. Especially the ones that looked customised. Those were probably registered under some of their more obscure aliases.


Pausing, Anais brushed her fingers against the one rocket launcher they had one site. Should she take it? Whose name was it registered under? Probably one of Jess'. Maybe even Mira. Ah, fuck it. Her fingers grasped the rocket launcher tightly and then she hauled it over her free shoulder. Man, she had to look badass right now. A rifle on one shoulder and a rocker launcher on the other, while rocking a vintage dress? Yep, she totally had to look badass. A snort escaped her as she tore open another drawer. Handguns. Silenced pisto- Oooh, who owned this nickel-plated revolver?


She managed to fill two duffel bags, leaving behind several empty drawers. That had to be enough, right? Picking up her luggage again, she sprinted out of the basement, almost knocking her head on the low doorframe. Whoever designed the basement entrance was going to get an earful from her later. All the while, Scout trailed behind her, tail high up in the air.


As she bounded up the stairs and into the main hall, she wondered how she managed to get so much shit packed in less than ten minutes when she takes a whole day to pack for a weekend trip. Anais did not have any time to wonder any further as she neared the exit, seeing several others already waiting by the car. Just before she exited the building, she halted in her tracks. Shit. Most of her medication was back at her apartment. Her fists clenched tightly on the handles of her suitcase and the duffel bags.


Shaking her head, she continued on track, sliding up to one of the cars, nonchalantly tossing her luggage, the rifle and the rocket launcher into the trunk of one of the SUVs, "So..." The corners of her mouth twitched upwards as she looked up at the other Black Cat members, leaning down to scoop up Scout in her arms. "I hear Rome's pretty nice during this time of the year."

 

[Reine]

Wearing: http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/n5yjtu-l-610x610-dress-little+black+dress-cocktail+dress-formal-evening+dress-black-cap+sleeves-spikes-high+heels-sweetheart+neckline-line-flowy-shoes-sunglasses.jpg


Location: Toyota


Tags: @Der Eine@ZebraWolf


Action: ...Nothing


Mood: Calm


Interacting With: Alex// Dakota/ EV/ Erika


Time: 8: 38

Jess watched through the mirror as Erika, Dakota, and EV hoisted Alex into the car.


She put the key into the ignition to get the car ready.


Bouncing her leg almost violently, and feeling very useless, the leader turned the AC on as if it might help for him to be a few degrees warmer, though she knew it was practically useless with the doors open. Still, even she was uncomfortable with how cold it was, though it was unsurprising for the middle of September.


Getting out of the car, she left the keys in, waiting for everyone else to get back to the vehicle before leaving to god knows where. From the building, Ria came with her things packed, looking a bit sad but not angry. Not too long after David appeared. She made sure Alex was in the far back with Erika, sitting Dakota next to them in case something went wrong. She counted quickly, realizing they didn't have enough seats. She quickly divided it up. Mira, Charlotte, Anais, Dio in the white Rolls Royce Phantom, one of their three luxury cars, and Jess, Alex, Dakota, Erika, EV, Ria, Q, and Daniel in the SUV.


Seeing Anais, she dug through her purse and tossed the Rolls Royce keys to her, a bit uncertain about having someone else drive her precious car, as few people besides her and Mira ever did. "Anais, make sure Charlotte, Dio, and Mira make it to the car- the white one- before you leave. Thanks for your help."


Seeing Ria approach her, about to say something, she pointed towards the Toyota, "In."

Wearing: http://data.whicdn.com/images/133548063/superthumb.jpg


Location: Apartment Front


Tags: @Der Eine @Thanatos @ZebraWolf @too much idea


Action: Being A Doctor


Mood: Calm/Rushed


Interacting With: Jess/Alex


Time: 8: 38

Noting that this was far too serious for his taste, Dakota got in next to Erika, who was next to Alex. He took a glance over at the girl and flashed her a grin.


"It's pretty crowded back here," he noted, his voice revealing that he was about to say something stupid. He reached over and grabbed Erika's hand tightly, looking over at her with a dramatic smile.


"I barely know you, but I feel like we have a real connection. I just saved some dude's life. Yeah? I bet you thought that was pretty cool of me." He paused. "While I was helping him, like, the only thing I could think about was you. You got dressed up just for me, I'm sure. I just don't know how to repay you." Unable to think of anything to make her want him anymore, he added, "You're pretty. And I bet you have a great personality. Plus we'd both make redhead kids. Ginger kids are cute."


"So anyway, what do you do for a living? Besides being sexy? That was a bad one. I'm a doctor. Not, like, with a PH, but I'm smart. I know 55% of your body is made of water. And I'm thirsty. Oh, I meant Ph. Saving the D for a special occasion." He bit his lip hard, trying not to ruin his smile by looking anything but charming. Damn that was good. Friggin' nailed it.

(Filler. Sorry if that was too "much." Also, my flirting skills aren't that weak. Completely realize how dorky he sounds.)

Wearing: http://img05.deviantart.net/4808/i/2013/336/a/0/december_commissions_3_5_by_rika_dono-d6wj1sv.jpg


Location: SUV


Tags: @Kade @Pyro @Der Eine @Thanatos @ZebraWolf @too much idea @pandana @Aes @Nyxione


Action: Sitting


Mood: Calm


Interacting With: Q/ Jess

Ria exited her room with eight bags, some on her back, some on her shoulders, and some she carried. She looked like a single mother with five kids after grocery shopping. Seeing Q, she felt a little guilty, and said, "Ready?" Without waiting for an answer, she headed down the stairs and out of the apartment building faster than was necessary.


Seeing Jess outside one of the SUVs, her eyes scanned the parking lot, seeing the SUV a bit lacking in its former glory.


Ria hurried towards Jess, and was about to ask where to go, or put things, when Jess motioned towards the SUV and said, "In," as if she were a mutt.


"Aye." Ria shoved her bags into the trunk, shaking her head once she saw the guns. Only in this little family.


She got into the middle row of seats, keeping the door open for Q, if he decided to sit by her instead of in the front seat.

 

[Nyxione]

Location: HQ ? SUV


Interacted with: Anais (@Thanatos), Cedric (NPC)


Everything was so frantic around him. David couldn't help but stand there by the side and watch as the chaos was happening. He finally got a glimpse of the injured person he saw earlier, apparently it was the Alex. Dakota has taken care of him now though. He shuddered at the thought of the redhead doctor. For some reason, David never really felt comfortable with him especially when he was doing his job. Actually, he never felt comfortable with doctors. Period. Cedric once told him that it may be because of a childhood trauma that he's kept suppressed which was why he doesn't remember. David would always just shrug at his best friend's theory about him and his irrational dislike of doctors.





Cedric. David couldn't help but think of his best friend. He's going to be angry when he finds out that David left without even saying a word. He'll miss him. Among all the people that has been part of his normal life, Cedric was the one he would definitely miss the most. The blond was contemplating on texting his friend. But what would he say? 'Hey mate, sorry but I'm leaving. You probably wont ever see me ever again. Au revoir.'? He wished he could explain, why he was in Black Cat, why he kept it hidden. He wanted to tell Cedric everything, the cat was out of the bag anyway. Unfortunately, there was simply no time for that. In the end, David texted him two things: 'sorry' and 'au revoir mon ami.' He then threw his phone, not caring where it landed or whether or not it got broken. In fact, he was hoping that it did break. There was no sense in keeping that phone, people might use it to track him. David has a spare one, one that only contained contact info of his fellow Black Cat members. He should've been using that phone for Black Cat business but instead he got things mixed up and accidentally used his personal phone in texting the others back when he was still a newbie. Oops. Since then he only ever used his personal phone for everything. What's done is done he supposed. New phone at least.


"I hear Rome's pretty nice during this time of year." Anais said quite calmly. He couldn't help but smile in appreciation. Everything was a mess, it was nice to hear such normal words being uttered. "Yes, Rome is certainly nice during this time," he casually responded. Unfortunately, his very brief moment of normalcy was quickly taken away as Jess began barking orders. Looks like he was riding with Jess and the others in the SUV. This rather disappointed him, he was hoping to ride with fewer people, and maybe perhaps with a certain redhead girl, but it was the boss' orders, he wasn't one to question those. David dumped his duffel bag along with the rest of their stuff at the back and kept his laptop bag with him--there was no way in hell he was going to risk getting it squashed underneath other people's things and potentially damage it. He then hoped in the SUV, quickly stealing the passenger seat beating anyone who might want to seat there.



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[Kade]

Location: HQ//Toyota


Tags: @Quarantine


Action: observing/following


Mood: dazed and confused


Interacting With: Ria (sort of)

Q (and he was very much his mother's Q at the moment, nervous and fidgety in the hallway; not at all the confident Switch he turned into when he was working on or in anything tech related), stayed in what little shelter his doorway created for him, just waiting for his next orders like a lost little kid. Really, though, what else was he supposed to do? Ria had already told him if he bailed on them for no good reason, he'd be hunted down...or did that all fly out the window? Because revealing everyone who worked in Black Cat to the public seemed like a pretty legit reason to bail. And yet, there he was, rooted to his spot, just doing his best to keep his head down and eyes glued to the floor as people suddenly rushed in and out of the building, none of him paying him any mind.


Maybe that meant they really didn't put any of the blame on him after all, in which case maybe he was still okay? None of it made any sense to him, but he certainly wasn't going to...slap a gift horse in the face? What the hell was that phrase? Ah, it didn't matter; the point was, it didn't seem like anyone was interested in killing him, and his identity was still intact, so that all seemed like good reason not to complain to him.


It wasn't long after when Ria finally reappeared--She actually came back for me--but then took off just as quickly with hardly a word. Still, she had given him an invitation to tag along, so with one last, heartfelt look at the apartment that should've been his, he followed. He had just made it to the door when he heard Jess spout off at her to get in the car. Licking his lips, he hesitated for a moment before he stepped out into the lot, barely glancing at Jess before he tucked his head down and followed after Ria. He didn't look at anybody else. He didn't know anybody else, and they didn't know him, and for all he knew they were still blaming him for this mess.


Flipping his pack around to his chest, he hugged it and his skateboard tight as he took Ria's obvious offer and scrambled into the seat beside her. He looked at her, actually looked at her this time, the worry evident in his eyes. What the hell had he just walked into?

 

[Aes]

Charlotte Cooper

Location: HQ;; parking lot


Outfit: here


Action: making her way into the parking lot


Mood: nervous, excited


Interactions: David (@Nyxione), will encounter Anais (@Thanatos), maybe others who want to interact with her

Charlotte bit back a remark about her being perfectly capable of driving despite her footwear. After all, she didn't have to drive. Still, she got into the passenger seat as requested, almost grudgingly so. She had expected to drive and was sorely disappointed despite her attitude towards driving. She scrolled through the directions and was about to tell him about the upcoming turn in two miles, but was immediately interrupted by an obnoxiously loud vibration. She pinpointed the annoying noise to the phone he had tossed carelessly into the cup holder. She was about to comment but thought better of it when David let it vibrate to its heart content. Her grip tightened a tiny fraction on her own phone, as if she could control one through the other. She relaxed as it stopped, only to have it start vibrating again. And this time she would've commented if a buzzing against her palm didn't distract her. She looked down, seeing a text from Rory, one of the managers at her restaurant; she'd even go as far as to call him a friend and the best employee she's had over the years. If there was one person she'd trust with her life, it was him. He was just a trustworthy, hardworking guy. He was already used to her random absences, so there was no reason for him to contact her unless it was an emergency. You're part of Black Cat. Yes or no? the text read. Her breath hitched and, suddenly, everything around her seemed to disappear. She barely heard David's apology for the vibrating phone or her own murmured response. It's all over the news. Yes or no? said another text, a confirmation for him. He knew that she was always on her phone, an almost guarantee during the evenings.





"I think... I think we should head back. It isn't safe for us to be out right now." Her eyes snapped towards David, her mind still reeling. From his face, she guessed he had heard about the broadcast as well. She realized that while she was zoning out, he was talking to someone on the phone. "I agree," she replied in a clipped, quieter voice. Under usual circumstances, she was very good at maintaining her facade. However, the most she could manage now was a blank poker face, devoid of the fear gnawing inside her like a nasty tape worm. She leaned back and looked out the window, telling herself to take deep breaths all the way back to HQ. As for replying to Rory's texts, she knew she couldn't do it. He already knew, and no response would be slightly less incriminating than anything else. But only slightly.





As soon as they got to their headquarters, she noticed that the others had returned. Her phone buzzed once, but believing it to be Rory she ignored it. However, curiosity got the best of her and she found herself staring at a text from none other than Jess. 'Meet at the Toyota. I realize this is rushed. Pack if u want. ria released our appearances names ages and gender. i cant respond after this. Just come quickly, wherever u r.' Charlotte couldn't help a curse from slipping out at this before realizing no one was in the car to hear her. David was already racing across the parking lot, probably to head upstairs and pack like Jess instructed. He certainly followed orders well. She hurried out of the car and followed suit. Her life, all their lives, were on the line right now. When she got to her room, she practically ripped open all the cabinets and closets, giving herself access to anything she might need. She worked as fast as she could, the numerous curse words flowing out of her acting as fuel. She threw clothes and essentials into her luggage, a duffel luggage bags on wheels. She was grateful that it was on wheels because added stress was the last thing she wanted right now. She tossed her purse, tablet, and pocketknife into a backpack, as well as whatever else she could grab on her way out. The backpack was for things she would need more often, things better to have on hand at all times. This happened to include a handgun. Initially, she had hesitated about bringing it, since she didn't even know how to use it. She had only gotten it because everyone else seemed seemed to have several weapons on hand at all times. She wasn't even sure if any of the other members knew she had one. Yet the more she thought about it, the more it made sense for her to have such a weapon on hand. Besides, the less evidence left behind, the better.





Just as she began rolling her way back to meet the others, she realized that she looked like a runaway housewife with her party attire, luggage, backpack, and red glasses perched on her nose. In her defense, she hadn't found the case for them in time and everyone knows the next best place to put glasses are on the face. Her phone buzzed again. Thinking it was a text from Jess, she checked it obediently after entering the elevator. Alas, it wasn't from her leader...it was from Rory. This is going to hurt the restaurant, you know. She exhaled, oddly relieved and grateful. Rory had let her weasel out of outright confessing, even giving her something normal to hold on to amidst this mess. Despite having his number in her phone, she knew that this would be the last time they contacted each other for a long while. Things were about to change. Take care of her for me was all she allowed herself to send before the elevator doors dinged and she was back in the present once again. She wheeled her way to the others, instantly seeing that some of them were in a SUV and on the verge of leaving. That probably meant she was taking another vehicle, a fate she wasn't too unhappy with. If anything, she hoped the vehicle would have less people. Having to work with others was never a strong suite of hers and this little disaster hadn't changed that. But in spite of what had happened or will happen, they were all bound together inexplicably.