A Date With Death [Open]

[Isabelle/Adair]

Adair stared at the client in front of her. The target: A dirty business partner who's main attention was to become politically powerful, rather then the good of the people. The slight and shaky man in front of her wanted him gone. Clearly he couldn't do it himself. Adair's dark wig wrapped around her pale face. She stared back, her face cold and collected. The job would be simple enough. Not a relationship builder. When the target was in politics, a single hit was enough. It was assumed to be some kind of conspiracy. Easy as pie.

Adair nodded as the slight man walked away. She looked at her paper. The target was having a public speech at the Zoo. What a perfect set up. That's where most conspiracy assassinations take place. Public appearances were prime for the picking. Adair grinned coldly. Tomorrow was the day. She grabbed the black wig and dragged it off her head. She shook out her light brown curls and added a little blue make-up to her pale face. Adair no longer looked at her in the mirror. The weak Isabelle stared back.

Isabelle grabbed Adair's things and put in the box that she found them in the morning. For some reason, Adair liked having them there. Isabelle didn't always understand, but she'd seen Adair. The cold look that spread across her face as she stared at a future target was down right bone chilling. Isabelle shivered and hurried about the back way. Isabelle shrugged as she reached her home, which was just the back corner of an alley sectioned off with a sheet. In the winter, a blanket sectioned off the "home" from the alley. Isabelle looked around and bolted into the section.

Alleys scared her. She wanted to avoid them at all costs. That was utter truth, but Adair once told her that she could never have a real home. Isabelle's home was a tattered carpet trailed on the ground, a bail of hay with an old stained sheet. A thick blanket for the winter and an old box with her clothing. Isabelle settled into her bed. She got as comfortable as she could and fell into a deep and troubled sleep.

Word Count;; 396
Muse;; Eh...
Notes;; She's gonna kill eventually!
Tags;; Open

[Cat]

Cat started down the street selling his papers. He did actually make legitimate money every once in a while. The started out average at best. There was nothing to do in the Bronx today. Looking at the people frequenting the streets he figured one or two wouldn't hurt. The decision was whom should he get, then an old lady in a fur coat walked by. That was a prime target. He walked past her and took a nice pocket watch that was hanging out her coat pocket. Cat looked at it with wide eyes and noticed the detail that went into it. It would fetch a good price. He had planned to just steal from one more person, but he kind of went over board. He figured he better stop before he got in trouble. A cop was starting to come down the street and look at him with suspicious looks. It was time for him to go.

He started to walk down the streets of the Bronx with not real destination in mind, but he was suspecting that the officer was following him. So he had to act natural and just lose him. He walked down a few streets, but the cop was persistent, then he went near the zoo. There was crowd in font and the cop was lost in the crowd. Just for safe measure he went into an alleyway to make sure he lost him. When he was about to look at the jewelry that he had stolen he noticed a girl in the alley laying down. He wanted to make sure that she was all right so he went over to her. He talked with his Spanish accent. "Hello miss." He poked her little to get her attention. "Are you okay? What's a beautiful girl like you lying in an ugly alley like this for?"

Word Count: 312
Muse: Iffy