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[picture.perfect.failure]
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 Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 9:09 pm
[[Enter from Zvezda]]
Felicia examined the apartment complex skeptically. She wasn't conceited - right? Maybe two nights in the new hotel had her spoiled. No, she was just cautious, and that's good in a place like New York.
She entered the main office and forced a smile the moment she laid eyes on a living body. Being polite wasn't one of her strong suits, but she really needed another roof over her head. She couldn't stay in the lap of luxury very luxuriously for much longer.
This particular body was about 5'6" with tan skin and dark hair, in which a few premature white and gray hairs were visible. His eyes were beady and his blue buttoned and short-sleeved shirt seemed a little too tight around his neck, like the collar was shrinking in an effort to choke the man. His prickly five o'clock shadow climbed from that point to his cheek bones.
"Hello," she reached out and lightly shook the man's hand. "My name is Felicia."
"Nice to meet you," he nodded as he returned the handshake. "What can I do for you?" His face oozed "I already know."
"I just moved into town. I'm staying a few blocks up and I need something more permanent. I'm quiet, mature, and on time with payment. Do you have any open spaces or something that will become available in the near future?"
His voice went flat and his tone became snarky. "Maybe. I think one or two might be moving out soon." He pulled a few manila file folders and sifted through the pages. "May I see some form of identification, please miss? And also an active credit card."
Felicia withdrew the two pieces of plastic and an extra $50 bill which she wrapped around them. She passed the items to the little man and turned to the front door. "Take your time." She smirked.
"Oh! My. Well, I'll...be right back." The man, in obvious surprise and greedy excitement, hurriedly pocketed the money and shuffled to a back office. Obviously there would be a background and credit check, but Felicia wasn't concerned. Expunging one's records is relatively easy with some connections and a little coercion.
She crossed her arms and stared out the front windows. From here she could see the staircases of the complex and the doors to which they lead. Her eyes dissected the stoop of each apartment. The condition of and items around one's front door said a lot about that person's personality and interests.
Snapping back from her drifting train of thought, she blinked and shook her head. There was suspicious activity outside. With a furrowed brow, she tried to get a better look at those involved. Then they were out of sight once again. She exhaled a mouthful of air.
F**king awesome was her next thought.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 8:36 pm
Xander had gone inside after Ceon opened the door. He retrieved the body and brought it out the back door and to his van. He spoke little and as he was about to turn in, he smelled someone familiar. He couldn't place who, for he had been all over the city in the past few nights, but something...
He shrugged it off, and got into the black van, driving back off to Las Noches, and wondering if his sister Kaei was...well...in one piece.
He lit a cigarette and drove back to Las Noches.
((exit to Las Noches))
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[picture.perfect.failure]
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 10:31 pm
Felicia inhaled. There was an undeniable stench lingering in the complex. Moments later, the hairy little man returned and distracted her.
"Well, I did some..er..looking. All of our tenants seem to be situated for the time. You could, perhaps, check back in another couple of weeks?" Her money did not reappear.
Felicia furrowed her brow at the clerk with obvious displeasure. In that moment she understood the shady activity across the lot; someone, probably a resident, had perished on the premises. Recently. Whether coincidence or fate, she had him cornered.
"Really? Something greater than a hunch tells me you haven't checked on your house guests in a while."
The man looked extremely perplexed and mildly offended. "What makes you say that?"
Felicia casually glanced over her shoulder and out the front window. "Oh nothing. But I've obviously made an accurate observation. Maybe you should stop in on your tenant on the second floor."
"Which one?" The man was flustered now. He didn't know what this broad was getting at, but he was uninterested in games. "I have a few."
She pointed while speaking, "The empty stoop, there, in the middle. I want it."
By now, the clerk was growing uneasy. "H-huh... It does look...abandoned." Skeptical, he fidgeted amongst his things for a master key. "I suppose I could stop in, see if all is well."
"That's the spirit." She leaned in uncomfortably close and hissed, "I really need this place, and you need the insurance. I'll be back tomorrow. If the place is vacated, it won't be that way for long." Felicia smirked. "Might I advise you and your cleaning crew work late tonight?"
While still staring downward, her victim's eyes grew wide and he began to sweat. What did she know? Was she threatening him? "Ah..that is good advice. Um..thank you miss. If something changes, you will be the first to know." His eyes slowly raised to meet hers.
Felicia smiled almost sweetly, though the malicious glint in her eyes remained. "For your sake, I hope so. Let that small compensation show my thanks." She turned nonchalantly and made her exit.
[[Exit to Las Noches]]
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