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Post by physis on Jun 3, 2016 13:45:17 GMT
 There are less glamorous things about being a part time vigilante that the movies don't show. For one, Sophia isn't going home this weekend because of a splotchy bruise on her face. She hadn't been careful enough, and no amount of makeup could completely hide the purple in her cheek.
That's why Sophia has a safe house in one of the less desirable parts of the city. It's cheap enough that she can hide the expense from her husband, but private enough for her to lay low and recuperate for a few nights.
She gets out of her 1989 Ford Tempo. It's not anything glamorous to look at, but Sophia didn't want to draw attention. That was a bad idea in this part of the city, never mind at two in the morning. She reaches into her handbag and fumbles for her keys once she reaches the top step. Sophia finally manages to grab them when she hears footsteps behind her. She turns around to see an old man with a gun. His eyes are slightly red and his breath smells like it would be illegal in fourteen states.
"D-drop the bag, girlie."
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Post by MERCURY on Jun 4, 2016 11:14:07 GMT
 Traveling around Arkham at the dead of night is a brilliant idea. It isn't like the island is known for being one of the most secure locations in the world, at least to civilians. It isn't like the 'dead' in the 'dead of the night' isn't filled with actual corpses, mangled as a warning for those who poked their noses in the wrong direction.
Then again, that is there and this, Old Town, is mildly better.
Mildly.
Peering down, he glances at his phone. The map app is a rather useful invention as is the tracking device he's following.
He turns the corner and comes upon a typical scene. A desperate man looking to rob whoever they see is easy prey. The gun's better for show, wavering in their hand. He knows this because he knows the man. They owe him quite a bit of cash, he recalls.
(Hm, maybe that is why they're doing this now.)
Then again, there is something else they'd 'borrowed' that he needs back. A few dollars is nothing compared to an old memento. The item that had been commissioned to retrieve, now where would it be? His sleeves? That tattered old thing they call a coat?
"You might want drop that."
physis
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Post by physis on Jun 5, 2016 16:31:08 GMT
Sophia really doesn't want to explain why she's not dead after being shot by a gun. Then another man appears, and Sophia knows that she won't let anyone get injured for her sake. She wonders if she can deliver a high kick to the man's head once his back was turned.
She isn't disappointed. The man turns his gun around, and Sophia realizes that there's an easier solution. She shoves the man down her doorsteps, and he takes a nasty tumble. It's an instant concussion. Hey, grown men have died from less.
Then she clutches her arms, as if she really thought that something was going to happen to her. "T-thanks. For distracting him, I mean."
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Post by MERCURY on Jun 6, 2016 8:13:23 GMT
The man's not particularly affected, but it does amuse him to see that the desperate one taken so easily by a tumble. "Hm, in some ways, I should be thanking you." He remarks, approaching the two of them. The phone is shoved back into his pocket, and he reaches down to asses the man.
The gun's the first thing he takes, shoved down into one of his coat's inside pockets. He's not all too fond of them, but they have their uses. Asides from that, he's sure they could could do without it being in the way. They don't need to get shot while he's in the middle of assessing him.
"Ah, there it is." And he pulls out a little stuffed animal hidden inside the man's trench coat, followed by a tiny chip. "Now, I suppose I should take him down to the police," he says, shoving the item into his coat, but he doesn't appear particularly inclined to do so. "Or call them."
Then again, they are pretty useless these days.
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Post by physis on Jun 6, 2016 12:55:50 GMT
Like attracts like, she supposes.
"Maybe we should call an ambulance instead? We could tell them that he fell." Sophia tries to sound as innocent as possible about what she just did. "I imagine that neither of us want to go through the hassle of going down to the station and giving a statement."
Especially not someone who appeared to be a conspirator to someone with a gun. And Sophia really doesn't want to be caught living in a run down apartment in Old Town. That would raise too many questions with the tabloids.
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Post by MERCURY on Jun 11, 2016 2:27:57 GMT
"Hm. We could," he agrees, standing and straightening his back once more. He doesn't make an effort to reach for a phone. "Funny how someone can be more troublesome unconscious than not."
He leans back and looks back at the woman as if it has been the first time. Only vaguely does he recognize her. And it's kinda hard with ugly bruise marring her face. He finds it curious but turns his head away, knowing he shouldn't stare so long.
"I could move him elsewhere." Tossing the guy over his shoulder and carrying around like some drunk wouldn't be too uncommon. Not here. It's not like he's dead after all.
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Post by physis on Jun 13, 2016 3:59:19 GMT
This is where her role ends. This is not something that a woman of her position should be involved in.
Yet she can't help but ask: "You don't think that you'll be jumped, walking down the street like that?" Alternatively: "What if he wakes up while you transport him?"
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