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Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Oct 12, 2008 9:17:37 GMT -5
Sidian looked up to the sky as she walked out of the dojo, shouldering her backpack. Even though she's 23, backpacks are still the easiest way to carry everything. The black fabric blended well into the shadows, hiding the martial arts sticks in the back. There weren't that many streetlights on this street, and it was so much easier on the eyes. The little bit of light caught a slight glint in the small of her back, at the waistline of her jeans, the clip holding her knife in place. Rich auburn hair caught the little streetlights as she walked easily down the street, sparks of red in the dark night. Multicolored gemstone eyes constantly scanned. One never knew exactly what they were going to run into in this city. Her dark jeans and black and red top helped her blend into the shadows, but ivory skin had a healthy glow to it, her darkly lined eyes with long lashes sparkling with intelligence. A click, and a small flame breathed to life as Sidian lit her cigarette, a menthol smooth, the only thing she would touch. The peppermint and menthol were soothing. She knew it was bad for her, but it was more unhealthy for people to harass her about it. She looked at her Zippo lighter for a moment with a slight smile. With the ace of hearts on one side, the ace of spades on the other, it was easily her favorite lighter, and she always knew where it was. She slipped it in her back pocket, continuing on her way. A slight shuffle of feet behind her heightened her senses, made her muscles tense as she continued walking, her stride not changing. "Hey girlie, didn't you know it's not a good idea to smoke?" came a rough voice, a hand reaching past her to take her cigarette. The hand was large, with a bit of hair, definitally male. Sid's hand shot out, her hand wrapping around his wrist. "Don't touch my cigarette, it's none of your damned business" she said softly, her voice black velvet. The hand yanked, turning Sid to face the man. He was tall, almost six foot, and burly. The hand she held balled into a fist, and he swung his arm, tossing her into an alleyway. Her back hit the wall, but not hard as she landed on her feet. He started to follow her into the alleyway, his feet crunching on the gravel. In a split second, Sid saw her backpack at the edge of the alleyway. It must have fallen off when she was thrown. Suddenly, his hand was around her throat, holding her in place. The other hand took her cigarette, snapping it in two. Sidian's eyes flared as she watched the two halves fall into a puddle. "Not smart" she snarled, one foot coming up to plant on his midsection, shoving him backwards. He swung at her, his movements slow, which she easily dodged, grabbing his hand and moving into a wrist lock, throwing him over her hip. He hit a trashcan before the ground, where he laid looking up at her. She placed her foot across his throat, with just enough pressure to make sure he didn't move. "I said to leave me the hell alone" she snarled, turning and making her way back to the street, snagging her backpack and swinging it up onto her shoulder easily, her stride annoyed as she lit another cigarette, exhaling the smoke easily.
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Post by jordanxlaelia on Oct 12, 2008 11:59:33 GMT -5
Jordan had postponed her morning run for so long that it was late. She groaned to herself as she saw the dark streets outside of her tiny apartment, but dressed in her favorite sweats, put her hair back, grabbed her CD player, and started to run. The dark blue running outfit looked almost normal, though it matched. The gray hems faded into dark blue, so it was almost multicolored. Her hair-tie consisted of about three dark colors, all so faded she'd forgotten what they were. However, the elastic still worked, so she was fine with it.
The bright purple CD player was a contrast to her mood that day. She put in Skillet and made sure the phone were tight against her ears for maximum volume. She had filched these phones, a new set with better padding, from a store near Spencer's. Her brown eyes examined them with a tiny smile as she remembered that day. It was her gift to herself for pulling off the best trick ever for someone who HAD to have been a millionaire. Of course, she could have PAID for it using the money... but what good would that have been?
Now, increasing her stride and pumping her arms, Jordan let loose the day's energy in a furious tide of running. Up and down the streets, forgetting the world existed as Skillet played directly into her mind. You came to me with scars on your wrist/ you tell me this will be the last night feeling like this
As she ran, though, she watched constantly. Her route took her around some of the worse parts of the neighborhood, and she knew many of the people from her past. She saw someone new, though, a woman striding along ahead of her. She was smoking, Jordan noticed, and in the wrong place. Big Danny was there. Jordan stopped, barely out of breath, and watched to see if Danny would try to enforce his "rules" on this new person.
He did. But for once, it looked like Danny lost. The woman strode out, easily picking up her bag as she moved. Jordan was impressed, especially since she had fought Danny in the past. Never had anyone beat him this quickly.
Her curiosity was distracting, though. One of the many men she had met before saw her standing on the sidewalk, silhouetted by the dim streetlight. He managed to lay a hand on her shoulder, caught the wire of her headphones, and ripped them off. She snarled angrily, whipping that arm back and up to slam into his face. He caught her second swing, and shoved her backwards.
She laid on the ground, glaring at the stupid grin he was giving her. Hands flat on the ground, she PUSHED upwards, practically flying off the ground, her head slamming into his. She recovered faster, punching him in the chest, then in the face, squarely hitting, and breaking, his nose. Breathing a little harder, she glared at him, sitting oddly on the ground and looking at her as if he just couldn't imagine how he had gotten there. "I don't do that anymore. Now get up off your ass and check on Big Danny. And spread the word: Next to touch me gets their heinie squarely settled in a nice, cold prison cell."
He scrambled off in the direction of the alley where the stranger had beaten Big Danny. Relaxing a little, Jordan brushed off her suit and examined her headphone. They were, of course, broken. "Dumb fucker," she muttered, settling them around her neck, music still playing in the background. She walked now, continuing her route and examining her schedule for the next day.
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Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Oct 20, 2008 8:24:16 GMT -5
Sidian turned to watch the woman's fight with the male, her green eyes so dark they looked almost black in the absence of light. Her hair fell down around her face, giving her an almost ethreal look as the man, holding his nose, went to help the brute she'd beaten. Easily, she took a drag off her cigarette, the embers on the end glowing before she blew out the smoke easily. The girl jogged past her as Sidian put her headphones in, turning her Ipod to Cradle of Filth. The song 'Nemphetamine Fix' played into her ears and she closed her eyes for a moment with a smile, loving the song. She was no one's Nemphetamine girl, having only moved to New York a few months ago. She'd been to bars, and performed, singing for clubs, but still there was no one for her. Sidian took the last hit off her cigarette, putting out the butt on the bottom of her shoe and tossing it in a nearby trashcan. Still, she thought about that, as she pulled a pack of gum out of the side pocket of her backpack. She liked the taste, but hated the way the cigarettes made her breath smell. So, she always had a pack of Dentine Ice on her. "Bared in your tomb, I'm a prayer for your lonliness, and who shall ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your holiness, I could always find the right slot for your sacred key" she sang, her beautiful, almost haunting voice echoing as she sang along to the song.
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Post by jordanxlaelia on Oct 20, 2008 20:04:23 GMT -5
Jordan had been trying to listen to her headphones, the broken ends nearly jabbing her neck with every third step, when she heard a much nicer sound coming down the streets. Coming to a slow stop, Jord turned off her player and turned around, searching for the sound. When she found the source, the girl who had kicked Big Danny's butt, she smiled. "Of course. As if I'm the only multi-talented person in the city...."
Jord considered that for a moment. How many others could pull off what she... oh. Her cell phone was buzzing, and she had no time to find a deserted alley, especially here. She sighed and pulled out the Nokia phone, flipping it open with ease. "Laeli."
"I got a trick for you."
Jordan groaned to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose. Technically, she had to do whatever her handler said. Or go to jail but she doubted that would help anyone. "Location?"
"East and Fifth. Terminate, but leave a red headband."
This made Jord stop in her tracks. "Repeat?" He did. "You want me... to implicate a gang on a job....." She sighed. "Alright, alright. I'm near there..... Schedule it, oh mister pimp?" She hung up before he could say anything.
Two streets down, she stripped off the jacket and folded it slightly. The other girl was forgotten, everyone was, as she mumbled her orders to herself. "Terminate... east and fifth.... gang.... Bloods? Idiots........ Destroy.... filch.... If he dares...."
After a bit, she stopped. Jord hadn't been that far at all. Now, she stood outside of a middle-class apartment building... and the guy was standing at the front. At the last moment, she saw he had a gun. SHIT! was her only thought as she turned a quick cartwheel and narrowly avoided being shot in the chest. The noise rang out all over the street, along with the thump of her stuff hitting the ground. She couldn't fight holding her jacket.
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Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Oct 20, 2008 21:23:40 GMT -5
Sidian had been close behind the girl, her strides long, allowing her to catch up when she stopped to talk on the phone. When the girl went around a corner, Sidian paused to light up another cigarette, pulling the pack out of her back pocket. A gunshot rang out, and Sidian's head snapped up. Being originally from a small country town, the sound of guns didn't scare her, but it made her heart leap as she knew it was close. Instantly, she ran, pulling the sticks from her pack as she flung it against the corner of the building and ducking behind a trash can. She saw the girl dodging, circling. An instant later, Sidian ran up and slid low, her sticks spinning as she hit the wrist holding the gun. It fell to the sidewalk, clattering for a second before Sidian scooped it up, standing and pointing it at the gang member, who was holding his wrist and swearing. "Now, now, didn't your momma ever tell you it's not nice to point mean toys at people?" she said, her original soft southern accent making its way into her voice. Her eyes were as cold as ice, but it was more of a cold fury. This was not a good night for the gunman.
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Post by jordanxlaelia on Oct 20, 2008 21:40:38 GMT -5
Jordan glared at the man with pure annoyance. Of course he had to turn up. Of all nights, some gang member just HAD to turn up tonight in front of a high-paying "free-for-all" terminate-trick. She rubbed her hands together gently, brushing off the gravel. "His momma didn't teach him nothin'. His momma was prob'ly a low-pay whore on South'ide." ((Yes I made that all up))
It got the desired reaction. The gang member ignored his aching wrist and jumped at her. She stepped back and to one side, an arm shooting out so he rammed into it. She then very decisively punched him all over, until he finally coughed out what could be called an apology. Then Jordan looked up at Sidian, one foot on the guy's chest. "You want a piece?" she asked politely.
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Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Oct 21, 2008 9:25:59 GMT -5
"I have no qualm with this man" Sidian said quietly, silently fuming that the girl had been stupid enough to interfere when she had the man at gunpoint. After grabbing her pack and sheating her sticks, she walked down the street, away from the two of them, inspecting the gun, finding it a simple 9 mm. She could pawn it off for a halfway decent amount of money. Quickly, she put that in the small of her back, making sure the safety was on, placing her shirt over it. Her auburn hair bounced off her back as she lit up her cigarette, going through it quickly due to her irritation. A few moments later, she felt a tug on her back and spun around, her sticks already in her hand, poised where they would be under someone's jaw. She paused, and looked down, seeing a little kid. It was a girl, her thumb in her mouth, only about eight. Sidian squatted down, looking the girl in the eyes as she sheathed her sticks. "Hello little one, what are you doing out here?" she asked gently. The little girl's eyes were huge, her lower lip trembling. "My..my puppy, he's trapped and I can't get him out" the girl said, pointing down an alley. "Ok, we'll get him out" Sidian replied, letting the little girl lead the way. Down the alleyway, she heard rustling and went to investigate, gasping as a brute stood up out of the trashbags. A hand from behind yanked her backpack from her shoulders, and Sidian spun around to find two more men, the little girl behind them. A young man, about twenty six, approached the girl, handing her a twenty. Sidian glared at the girl. "Miniature whore" she hissed angrily, watching in satisfaction as the girl's eyes widened and she scampered away. The man then approached her, and Sidian saw exactly who it was. Ricardo, a young son of the mob who'd been hitting on her a few weeks ago at a bar. Sidian rolled her eyes. "You just don't take no for an answer, do you?" she asked, even as she spun, getting the first guy she'd spotted in the jaw, snapping his head to the side. She quickly grabbed two trashcan lids, spinning and bringing them up to hit one of the two remaining thugs in the temple. The last one grabbed her leg as she went to kick him, and Sidian merely grinned more devilishly, using his hold to bring her other leg up with as much force as possible to hit him in the jaw with her knee, hearing the satisfying crack as the bone broke and he dropped her. Landing on her feet, she stood with her side facing Ricardo, the 9mm held out to the side pointed at him, as his was at her. They seemed frozen in time.
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Post by jordanxlaelia on Oct 21, 2008 13:57:11 GMT -5
Jordan had taken her time with the kill, finally making it inside. The gang member had run off, probably to report her unless he got sidetracked. She had gone inside, even gotten him aroused and laying on the bed, pants off and legs tense, before she pulled out her knife. "Say cheese," she said grimly. A quick stab was all it took, and his neck opened beneath her hand.
The apartment wasn't lavish, but it had some good items. She found an iPod, but the songs on it made her want to gag. Still, she could hock it. Along with the few other portable things... Then her time was up, and she had to run.
Outside, she began to run again, unknowingly following the route Sid had taken. Then, suddenly, she was seeing two people in what looked to be a gun face-off. She sighed, recognizing Sid facing her. Crossing her arms, she entered the alley at a nonchalant pace. "Do you just... fall into trouble? Or do you go looking?"
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Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Oct 21, 2008 14:50:46 GMT -5
Sidian grinned ferally as Ricardo swung around to point his gun at the newcomer. She leapt forward, lowering her gun as she did a wrist lock on him, making him drop his gun as she forced him to his knees. Her other hand held the gun to his face, hers cold. "Listen, you little bastard, I told you to leave me the fuck alone weeks ago. Now get the hint before I put this bullet through your goddamn brain" she snarled. Letting go of him, she picked up his gun too, walking towards the end of the alleyway, snagging her backpack and tossing the guns in there. "Your asking this to the person who saved your ass back there. Now who walks into trouble?" she snarled, her eyes narrowed.
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Post by jordanxlaelia on Oct 21, 2008 15:23:40 GMT -5
Jordan watched with one eyebrow raised as the other woman made quick work on the Latino. Now she was able to see that the other person had a few years on her, and much more experience. When they were done, Jordan just backed up so she could get out, not commenting on the guns. She woulda taken one too.
"I was walking into a job. Is it supposed to be my fault that some Blood beater was standing outside?" She didn't mean it as an accusation though. It was just something to say, really. "Oh, one second."
Very carefully, Jordan pulled out her cell phone and dialed her handler's number. "This is Laelia. I pulled it off, but there was a guy outside the door. No I don't know what gang he was in! Look, I didn't leave the bandana. I did slit it, of course I did. Someone's gonna connect the edge so I'm tossing it. Hold off on any others until this one dies down. Oh, and if they say anything about an iPod.... pawn shop."
Without caring for a goodbye, Jordan flipped the phone shut and looked at Sid again. "So I'm guessing you knew him?"
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Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Oct 21, 2008 15:35:11 GMT -5
Sidian nodded, watching Ricardo stumble to his feet, watching him pull out a cell phone. Her eyes narrowed, and fast as lightening, she pulled out one of the guns and fired twice, the first bullet piercing the screen, the second the keypad. "uh uh" she said, tossing the gun back into the pack, sliding on the safety as she did so. She lead the way, walking away from the alley, looking over her shoulder indicating she expected the girl to follow. "Yes. His name is Ricardo Riviara, the youngest son of the mob" she explained, lighting up another cigarette. "He decided a few weeks back that he liked me, and hasn't left me alone since. The little bastard doesn't know how to take no for an answer" "I'm thinking we might both want to get to the pawn shops pretty quick" she said, walking in that direction already.
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Post by jordanxlaelia on Oct 21, 2008 18:27:52 GMT -5
Jordan was definitely impressed, because it showed. This woman deserved her respect, and had earned it in seconds with that move. With a somewhat rueful smile, she listened to the woman's story about Ricardo. The name seemed to roll off the tongue, and she realized why. "Ah, that Ricardo. Were you in his bar or something?" The last bit was sarcastic, but a question as well. Around here, he just might have a bar... or two... she wondered if she had pulled a trick for him before. That would've been interesting. And a high pay.
Then the woman mentioned pawn shops, and Jordan's smile turned into a grin. She pulled out the little iPod, toyed with it for a moment, then shrugged. "Piece of crap. You selling the guns?"
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Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Oct 25, 2008 10:55:55 GMT -5
Sidian nodded, pulling one out and inspecting it. Ricardo's gun was a top model, and she knew it would be recognized. "Yeah. I don't feel like dealing with it, and I need a new one anyways" she said nonchalantly. "I ended up at the Black Pearl a few weeks back meeting up with a modeling agent, since it's a high end bar. Ricardo was there, and decided he wanted me" she explained as they made their way to the pawn shop. Reaching the doors, she pulled it open easily, walking inside, leaving the door open enough for the other to follow if she wanted. She walked up to the counter, tossing the two guns onto the counter. "Hey Sal, I need these off my hands, and I need a new one" she said, getting right to business. "Yeah, sure, not a problem. I'll give you four for the two guns, and hand over another colt, this one without a number" Sal explained. "Cleaned up?" Sidian asked suspiciously. "Of course. And no names" he answered. "I'll take it" Sidian decided, taking the cash and the other gun, loading it up, flipping on the safety and tucking it into the small of her back, in the waist of her jeans.
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Post by jordanxlaelia on Oct 30, 2008 20:09:28 GMT -5
Jordan watched the exchange quietly, her arms folded while she stood back, surveying the store. It was neat, almost tidy, but definitely a place to find anything and everything. When Sid got a colt, Jordan raised her eyebrows slightly and nodded to herself. This place must not be half bad, if you could trade a gun as recognizable as Ricardo's for something cleaned up.
Then Sid was done, and it was her turn. She stepped up and put down the iPod, an ancestral knife, and a few other small antiques she had been able to stuff in her pockets. "Anything you can give me for these? I really just need them off my hands."
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Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Nov 9, 2008 13:33:57 GMT -5
Sidian idly looked over the colt, leaning back against a table with electronics. She looked up at the things that the girl set on the counter. She realized she didn't even know the girl's name, but oh well. Mentally, she tallied the prices of the things, her green gaze focused as she watched the expression on Sal's face. "Eh, I'll give you....60 for the Ipod, 120 for the knife, and about 40 for the rest" Sal said looking up. Sidian crossed her arms, shooting Sal a reproachful look, one eyebrow raised. Sal's eyes widened a little at the slightly dangerous lazy look on Sidian's face and looked over everything again. "Well...actually, I can give you 95 for the Ipod, and about 150 for the knife, but still 40 for the rest, or store credit, whichever you prefer" he stammered, looking back to Sidian. Sidian nodded, turning to the door. "Can we hurry this up?" she asked, her voice quiet.
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