Post by snow on Apr 30, 2012 5:51:58 GMT -4
She had traveled a far distance from the island of Genosha, hidden in plain sight near the island of Madagascar and the continent of Africa. In Kenya, she had to act swiftly and subdue a tourist fitting her own body-type and hair color and acquire her identity, clothes, and passport in order to board a plane departing in her place. The destination was for the United States. More specifically, Los Angeles, California. Before passengers were allowed the board, she dressed the unconscious woman in her own light grey t-shirt and drawstring pants and tucked her safely away in the handicap stall in the airport lavatory. She quickly slipped on the woman's comfortable white cotton v-neck and black cargo pants. The woman came adorned with unnecessary accessories such as large-beaded wrist and neck strings, but she put them on in an effort to blend. She fit perfectly into the woman's long smoke-colored grey coat, with the word 'Versace' on the tag. Snow wasn't sure what this meant, but the high thread count must have meant the woman could afford luxury. She hung the bag around her wrist as the woman had done, and slid the large glasses over her eyes similarly. (This helped hide her unnatural silver eyes from others.) She located the necessary documentation to board the plane, and blended into the crowd as she handed the attendant her ticket and sat in the designated seat in first-class. She was seated next to a man with strong dominant features and few recessive traits, which may have been described as "desirable" according to the magazine she was pretending to read as she studied her surroundings. She simply shook her head and nodded when offered things by the women aboard, dismissing them and sending them away quickly.
Snow knew the city based upon geography, not reputation. So as she landed, many strange things such as those adorned in bright, colorful garments and gender cross-dressing caught her eye. This did not distract her from navigating out of the large airport, but may be something to study at a later date. A person of importance must have entered the location, as cameras flashed and crowds mobbed in a circle around them. This gave Snow the perfect opportunity to slip by unnoticed and casually seat herself in a hot red sports car that was running (owned by a fanatic who was distracted) and drive away. Snow wouldn't keep the vehicle, as it could be tracked, but it served the purpose of getting her into populated city limits. Her fingerprints had been removed from a series of painful procedures that was created by the Genoshian staff to erase her identity completely, so the law enforcement would not have anything to document upon finding the vehicle.
She had parallel parked the car in what seemed to be a popular tourist location, and kept walking casually, as if she meant to visit a nearby shop. She walked until she was cloaked in night's shadow in a less busy part of the city, and then slowed her pace. She passed by alleyways and dark corners, and looked for the least populated area. The graveyard.
Those living tended to avoid the place of rest of the deceased, she had gathered, so she would formulate her next moves there. Ever aware of her surroundings, she entered the cold, concrete environment with towering oaks and willows randomly placed throughout.
She stopped and turned, someone was in her vicinity...
Snow knew the city based upon geography, not reputation. So as she landed, many strange things such as those adorned in bright, colorful garments and gender cross-dressing caught her eye. This did not distract her from navigating out of the large airport, but may be something to study at a later date. A person of importance must have entered the location, as cameras flashed and crowds mobbed in a circle around them. This gave Snow the perfect opportunity to slip by unnoticed and casually seat herself in a hot red sports car that was running (owned by a fanatic who was distracted) and drive away. Snow wouldn't keep the vehicle, as it could be tracked, but it served the purpose of getting her into populated city limits. Her fingerprints had been removed from a series of painful procedures that was created by the Genoshian staff to erase her identity completely, so the law enforcement would not have anything to document upon finding the vehicle.
She had parallel parked the car in what seemed to be a popular tourist location, and kept walking casually, as if she meant to visit a nearby shop. She walked until she was cloaked in night's shadow in a less busy part of the city, and then slowed her pace. She passed by alleyways and dark corners, and looked for the least populated area. The graveyard.
Those living tended to avoid the place of rest of the deceased, she had gathered, so she would formulate her next moves there. Ever aware of her surroundings, she entered the cold, concrete environment with towering oaks and willows randomly placed throughout.
She stopped and turned, someone was in her vicinity...