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capeandcowllogs2011-11-30 02:42 pm
pluckyreporter) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-11-30 02:42 pm
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Gotta love for destruction, gotta feel for danger tonight.
WHO: Roxanne and Flint
WHERE: First, the mean streets of the City. Then, it all depends on where that stolen car takes them...
WHEN: Evening.
WARNINGS: CRIME! Also inadvisable bad times.
SUMMARY: Roxanne's a self-centered, fun chasing bitch when she's evil. Flint's just along for the ride.
FORMAT: Words.
The slap of her sneakers on the concrete followed the rhythm of her walk, the swish of her hip -- Roxanne was prowling, and there wasn't a shortage of interesting things to do when freed of both morals and inhibitions. There wasn't a lot she could do, though, though, being all of a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, and so she had to think smart.
How did a girl break into petty crime and have a good time in the City, anyway? She just needed the right guide. Casting her senses out, she looked for familiar signatures in the crowd, emotional tastes that she knew. It wasn't easy, but-- it would eventually find her something, if she looked in the right places... Seedy places where a lady like her probably shouldn't go. Oh, there were places she still woundn't enter-- not yet, anyway-- but the wrong end of town had some hidden gems that a woman like her could still blend into, even at her most casual in jeans, sneakers and a comfy boat-necked sweater.
WHERE: First, the mean streets of the City. Then, it all depends on where that stolen car takes them...
WHEN: Evening.
WARNINGS: CRIME! Also inadvisable bad times.
SUMMARY: Roxanne's a self-centered, fun chasing bitch when she's evil. Flint's just along for the ride.
FORMAT: Words.
The slap of her sneakers on the concrete followed the rhythm of her walk, the swish of her hip -- Roxanne was prowling, and there wasn't a shortage of interesting things to do when freed of both morals and inhibitions. There wasn't a lot she could do, though, though, being all of a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, and so she had to think smart.
How did a girl break into petty crime and have a good time in the City, anyway? She just needed the right guide. Casting her senses out, she looked for familiar signatures in the crowd, emotional tastes that she knew. It wasn't easy, but-- it would eventually find her something, if she looked in the right places... Seedy places where a lady like her probably shouldn't go. Oh, there were places she still woundn't enter-- not yet, anyway-- but the wrong end of town had some hidden gems that a woman like her could still blend into, even at her most casual in jeans, sneakers and a comfy boat-necked sweater.