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undergrounds2016-05-28 01:30 pm
facethewolves) wrote in undergrounds2016-05-28 01:30 pm
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IT'S GOING DOWN I'M YELLING TIMBER (aka the one where Millicent dies)
i. Let's Make A Night You Won't Remember [closed to Jean-Claude]
a bar, earlier this week
Alex doesn't know who she's supposed to be meeting, just that somebody wants to meet her. She arrives twenty minutes early, makes notes of the exits, and orders herself a dry martini to blend in. It doesn't hurt to take a few extra precautions when apparently half the city knows that you're planning to murder a high-ranking official, which is why she also has her silver knife hidden in her pocket.
She doesn't touch the drink, just sits and glowers at the bar's main entrance, waiting for the person she's supposed to be meeting to show.
ii. I'll Be The One You Won't Forget [open to all]
Westminister, May 26
Millicent is leaving the Night Council building, and Alex plans to follow her. She's not going through with the hit for a couple more days, but she needs a better grasp of the vampire's schedule. So she's lurking about half a block away from the building, waiting.
To the untrained observer, she looks like a bored girl leaning against a wall eating a muffin. Someone paying closer attention, though, might notice how often she looks down the street, and the fact that she's been very slowly eating the same muffin for the past forty-five minutes.
iii. The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall [closed to Evie]
Islington, May 28, nighttime, before Millicent dies
For the past week, Alex has been sharpening her stakes, going over all the info she has on Millicent's usual habits and schedule, planning the hit. She's decided on a close-quarters kill. For once thing, she's not sure that a wood-tipped bullet, even if it hits right between her eyes, would actually kill Millicent. For another thing, and more importantly, she wants it to feel personal. She wants Millicent to know who's killing her and why.
She knows it'll be risky, but risk never stopped her doing anything before. On the night she's picked to do it, she makes her way stealthily into Islington territory, towards the place she expects Millicent to be. A few blocks away, she pauses in a doorway to double-check her weapons - three stakes and a gun with wood-tipped bullets - and to go over the plan, such as it is, one more time in her head.
Maybe she's just jumpy, but she thinks she sees something move out of the corner of her eye. She whirls around, but nothing's there. Frowning, she goes back to checking her gun.
iv. I'm Slicker Than An Oil Spill [open to first response]
Islington, May 28, nighttime, after Millicent is dead
One of the vampires saw her. Which is bad, really bad. She ditches her jacket on a bench as she hurries past it, hoping that changing up her look slightly will shake off any pursuit. If they're looking for a girl in a black jacket and they spot her... It's not much. It's barely anything, really. If they spot her they'll know who she is. She should have kept the jacket, it was a stupid idea to lose it.
If she does get stopped, she needs to not be carrying suspicious things like stakes and guns with wood-tipped bullets. So she finds a sewer grate under a broken streetlight and pulls out three stakes and her gun. It's not that she has any sentimental attachment to her weapons, but it's not always easy to get replacements. She drops two of the stakes down through the grate without hesitation, but decides to keep the third. She'll need to defend herself if she does get caught.
She catches a shadow moving out of the corner of her eye and turns towards it, keeping the third stake and the gun out of sight.
"Somebody there?"
v. End of the Night, It's Going Down [closed to Natasha]
Ealing, May 28, late night
Alex can't go home. One of the vampires saw her face. It won't take them long to figure out who she is and where she lives. She's ditched most of her gear and her jacket, but that won't throw them off the scent for long. She needs somewhere to lay low for a while. Maybe a long while.
She can't go to any of her known acquaintances, either. The vampires will look for her there, and she doesn't want to put anyone else in danger. She needs someone that nobody knows she knows, someone nobody would expect her to hide out with.
It takes her longer than she'd like to admit to think of Natasha. She'd cautioned Alex against killing Millicent, so it's entirely probable that she'll want nothing to do with the fallout, but it's worth a try. Alex makes her way to the Redbright Institute and sneaks around until she finds a familiar smell. Carefully, just in case this goes south fast, she pulls her stake out and keeps it down by her side as she quietly follows Natasha's scent.
vi. One More Shot, Another Round [closed to Kyle]
Kyle's secret new apartment, May 31, morning
For the past few days, Alex has been in hiding. She can't risk anyone finding out where she is, so she's been very careful about contacting people she knows. When she gets a note from Kyle telling her to meet him at an address she's never heard of, she briefly wonders whether it's really from him or a trap set by someone trying to catch her.
She decides to risk it. She puts on a pair of shades and, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, takes an extremely circuitous route to the address, hoping to shake anyone tailing her. Finally, she makes it. Instead of going through the front door, she climbs the fire escape and knocks on the window of what she hopes is the right apartment.
[If anyone wants their own prompt, hit me up at
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He wonders to himself just how foolish it is to get involved in such a plot, even as he makes his way into the bar and across to the appointed meeting place. Sliding gracefully into the seat beside her. He nods at the bartender as he glances over, a man he knows from working the circuit of bars and night clubs himself -- the usual, he indicates. Which he may or may not end up drinking. Food and drink is just not the same as it once was to him.
"A little bird has told me that you have big plans on the horizon," he says, glancing sideways at the girl, who he's sure must be the Alex he has heard rumor of. She is in the appointed meeting spot at the appointed time, after all. He takes in a subtle breath and smells it on her. Werewolf. Well, now this should make things interesting.
((ooc: let me know if i should change anything there? c: otherwise i'm super looking forward to how this thread will go!))
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She resists the urge to pull her knife out. This place is way too public and full of humans to risk starting a fight. She frowns straight ahead, not looking at him, and replies, "Yeah, I'm thinking about renovating my apartment. Might put in a skylight."
(ooc: This is great! I'm looking forward to it too! C:)
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"Is that so?" he responds. "Well, then I shall wish you the best of luck in such an endeavor, but I have never been one for interior decoration. There is another matter however you may find my particular situation a bit more to your benefit."
He pauses a beat, accepting his drink from the bartender with a nod and toying with the glass before turning to her again, tilting his head at her to regard her carefully. "I suppose I should start by establishing that nothing will turn you off of such an idea, now will it?" he asks, directly.
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She's not going to admit to the assassination plot, but if this guy isn't going to beat around the bush, then she might as well be direct with him, even if he does take it as an admission. If the vampires know she's coming, that's alright. She's confident she can kill Millicent even without the element of surprise.
Finally, she turns her frown on him. "No chance."
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"If you are set in this," he offers, sitting forward over the bar, swirling his drink in his hand slightly, "then I would offer you aid. Or rather, I can offer you Daylight's aid." He glances at the girl out of the corner of his eye. "I may have sway to be able to create a distraction."
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Besides, she's always considered herself a lone wolf, more than capable of surviving, fighting, killing, all on her own without anyone's help.
"Why would you want to create a distraction?" she asks derisively.
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He shrugs slightly. "At least if you succeed, it will not all have been for nothing." Of course he has his own motivations besides. Millicent is no great fan of Jean-Claude himself, he would like to see himself in a better position in the community (read, not continuously shoved to the bottom of the ladder). But he's not about to admit to such things to Alex herself. At least what he's said thus far is the truth? It's certainly more than he's required to have offered her.
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She takes a second to actually hear what he's saying rather than just reacting off the cuff. It's weird, and definitely suspicious, that his priority seems to be whether her efforts go to waste or not rather than protecting someone who's ostensibly his leader.
"Thanks for caring about me, but I can handle this."
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"You are not the only one unhappy with our dear vampire leader," he continues to say. Of course, he knows that toppling her will not bring them what they should need. Who knows who might take her place. But at least it would shake things up. Give them the opportunity to see that it does not have to be one way. That they d not have to settle for anything. Jean-Claude should hope, at any rate.