Post by blackcat on May 6, 2012 22:38:14 GMT -4
Felicia kept composure as her conversational companion stood and strode confidently, albeit menacingly, towards the center of the crowded room. Underneath her cool exterior, she braced herself to move as fast as she could. She grabbed a bar napkin, scribbled something down, and stood at the bar. She paused for a moment amidst the chaos, both in horror and admiration. (She wasn't sure which it was more.)
Felicia jumped a bit at the loud explosion that sent stone and powder everywhere. People scattered like roaches in the light. Then a guard fired upon the man, and a look of slight concern washed over her face. Of course, the moment was temporary as he could obviously handle himself.
Before she knew it, the guard lay lifeless and sprawled on the floor. She hadn't anticipted collateral damage, and didn't want tonight's events to hurt anyone, but it was not of her doing. While it rested a bit on her conscious, she knew it was now or never. The jewels weren't going to walk themselves into her hands and out the door.
A bit of 'bad luck' struck the room as the lights just "happened" to blow out. This sent more screams into the area, as those scattering in terror were now panicking.
Felicia moved swiftly. She weaved in and out of the crowd, slinking her way to the case, as if stalking her prey. She pulled a few diamond-edged, claw like finger caps from her clevage. She put them on her fingers, pressed against the glass, and cut a nice perfect hole. She threw the extra glass upon the ground. (It's not like the shatter would be heard over the screams, explosions, and gunfire.) She touched nothing but the earrings, and put them back into her favorite storage area.
Her deed was done. They were hers.
Now was her exit.
She quickly and flawlessly avoided any contact with others as they rushed past. There was no way she would be able to escape unnoticed, as the police and press on standby would surely be crowded at the front doors. After much of the damage was done, she took a split second to face the man, smile wryly, and tuck the napkin into the suit's front pocket.
Felicia turned, ran, and planted her foot firmly onto a table to launch herself upwards. Her chiffon dress flared as she grabbed ahold of the building's upper rafters and swung herself (like an acrobat) up to land gracefully in the ceiling's structure. There were always utility and fire exits to the rooftops for repair, and that was how she was going to escape with minimal exposure. She kicked open a door labeled 'fire escape' with great ease, and ran up the stairs to the rooftop.
On the napkin, was the word: "Rooftop. xx" written in beautiful, cursive script.
Felicia jumped a bit at the loud explosion that sent stone and powder everywhere. People scattered like roaches in the light. Then a guard fired upon the man, and a look of slight concern washed over her face. Of course, the moment was temporary as he could obviously handle himself.
Before she knew it, the guard lay lifeless and sprawled on the floor. She hadn't anticipted collateral damage, and didn't want tonight's events to hurt anyone, but it was not of her doing. While it rested a bit on her conscious, she knew it was now or never. The jewels weren't going to walk themselves into her hands and out the door.
A bit of 'bad luck' struck the room as the lights just "happened" to blow out. This sent more screams into the area, as those scattering in terror were now panicking.
Felicia moved swiftly. She weaved in and out of the crowd, slinking her way to the case, as if stalking her prey. She pulled a few diamond-edged, claw like finger caps from her clevage. She put them on her fingers, pressed against the glass, and cut a nice perfect hole. She threw the extra glass upon the ground. (It's not like the shatter would be heard over the screams, explosions, and gunfire.) She touched nothing but the earrings, and put them back into her favorite storage area.
Her deed was done. They were hers.
Now was her exit.
She quickly and flawlessly avoided any contact with others as they rushed past. There was no way she would be able to escape unnoticed, as the police and press on standby would surely be crowded at the front doors. After much of the damage was done, she took a split second to face the man, smile wryly, and tuck the napkin into the suit's front pocket.
Felicia turned, ran, and planted her foot firmly onto a table to launch herself upwards. Her chiffon dress flared as she grabbed ahold of the building's upper rafters and swung herself (like an acrobat) up to land gracefully in the ceiling's structure. There were always utility and fire exits to the rooftops for repair, and that was how she was going to escape with minimal exposure. She kicked open a door labeled 'fire escape' with great ease, and ran up the stairs to the rooftop.
On the napkin, was the word: "Rooftop. xx" written in beautiful, cursive script.