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A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
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A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
Victoria's less than saint-like work had taken her to the big apple, which she had been several times before. It wasn't one of her favorite cities though the hustle and bustle did remind her a bit of London ,which is perhaps the closest thing to a hometown she had. At least she was largely ignored, no matter what she was wearing or doing. In any case she'd gotten the information she needed, and with no other assignments took the chance to indulge in her, at least to her, more exciting hobbies.
She walked through the streets in her signature white coat, brown boots hiking up into a teal dress that matched the oversized bow on her chest. A gloved hand held tightly a shopping bag as she walked down the sidewalk of the nicer part of the city. Anyone looking, as some did considering she was constructed to be very eye-catching, just assumed she was another wealthy yuppie buying designer clothes. This was close to the truth, although her bags actually contained the raw materials to make clothes. She was headed back to the temporary quarters she'd secured, a nice hotel room, excited to begin work on her latest design.
As she was walking a drunken and disgruntled man approached her, given her the usual less than generous offer that those types do. When she gave the typical decline and quickly resumed her pace he got grabby and forceful. Unfortunately the poor drunken man was getting into more than he could handle, and with a swift motion of her free hand Victoria struck the man behind the head with a burst of speed and he crumpled to the ground unconscious. Some people muttered among themselves, a few even cheered for her "girl power" but such things didn't concern Victoria. She had just removed an obstacle in her way, she merely wanted to get to her room.
In the short tussle, however, she failed to notice a small item fall out of the jacket the man had been roughly handling. A very nice-looking silver pocket watch, with an ornate but wordless design featuring a horse on the faceplate. The inside featured an antique looking watch with a picture of a fairly unremarkable gentleman on the back of the cover. It fell to the ground, lost in the sounds and crowd, waiting for any greedy passerby to lay claim to it.
She walked through the streets in her signature white coat, brown boots hiking up into a teal dress that matched the oversized bow on her chest. A gloved hand held tightly a shopping bag as she walked down the sidewalk of the nicer part of the city. Anyone looking, as some did considering she was constructed to be very eye-catching, just assumed she was another wealthy yuppie buying designer clothes. This was close to the truth, although her bags actually contained the raw materials to make clothes. She was headed back to the temporary quarters she'd secured, a nice hotel room, excited to begin work on her latest design.
As she was walking a drunken and disgruntled man approached her, given her the usual less than generous offer that those types do. When she gave the typical decline and quickly resumed her pace he got grabby and forceful. Unfortunately the poor drunken man was getting into more than he could handle, and with a swift motion of her free hand Victoria struck the man behind the head with a burst of speed and he crumpled to the ground unconscious. Some people muttered among themselves, a few even cheered for her "girl power" but such things didn't concern Victoria. She had just removed an obstacle in her way, she merely wanted to get to her room.
In the short tussle, however, she failed to notice a small item fall out of the jacket the man had been roughly handling. A very nice-looking silver pocket watch, with an ornate but wordless design featuring a horse on the faceplate. The inside featured an antique looking watch with a picture of a fairly unremarkable gentleman on the back of the cover. It fell to the ground, lost in the sounds and crowd, waiting for any greedy passerby to lay claim to it.
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
Andree had planned this trip to New York a few weeks prior. She was only here for two days to pick up some materials for the next stage of her suit. Though she had just finished a new one, she liked to have some kind of project going at all times so she could take her mind off things if she needed to......like Nathaniel.
It had only been 2 days since they broke up, in which Andree had spent most of her time playing sad music on a violin out of boredom. If Scar hadn't have been there, she probably would have just sunk off into her room again. She knew that she broke up with him for the wrong reasons and couldn't stop thinking about it, keeping the necklace made of his feathers that he had given her as a reminder that she needed to fix this.
Said necklace of feathers hung around her neck as she slipped out of Scar's apartment. Before leaving Chicago, Scar had told her to use her apartment instead of a hotel. The apartment was much nicer than a crummy motel, which was all she was willing to pay for for such a short trip. She made her way out to the streets of the city. The pickup for the supplies was tomorrow and she had just arrived today, she had some time. Dressed in a baggy black t shirt and a pair of jeans, she wandered down the street.
As she made her way to the end of the block, she caught the end of a fight between a drunk man and a woman. As the fight wrapped up, the crowd vanished. The silver, ornate pocket watch was noticeable against the pavement as Andree moved to pick it up from it's current resting place on the concrete. It obviously belonged to the woman in the fight, the man wouldn't have something like this. Picking it up, she jogged up behind the lady and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me? I think you dropped this." She said, holding it up for her to see.
It had only been 2 days since they broke up, in which Andree had spent most of her time playing sad music on a violin out of boredom. If Scar hadn't have been there, she probably would have just sunk off into her room again. She knew that she broke up with him for the wrong reasons and couldn't stop thinking about it, keeping the necklace made of his feathers that he had given her as a reminder that she needed to fix this.
Said necklace of feathers hung around her neck as she slipped out of Scar's apartment. Before leaving Chicago, Scar had told her to use her apartment instead of a hotel. The apartment was much nicer than a crummy motel, which was all she was willing to pay for for such a short trip. She made her way out to the streets of the city. The pickup for the supplies was tomorrow and she had just arrived today, she had some time. Dressed in a baggy black t shirt and a pair of jeans, she wandered down the street.
As she made her way to the end of the block, she caught the end of a fight between a drunk man and a woman. As the fight wrapped up, the crowd vanished. The silver, ornate pocket watch was noticeable against the pavement as Andree moved to pick it up from it's current resting place on the concrete. It obviously belonged to the woman in the fight, the man wouldn't have something like this. Picking it up, she jogged up behind the lady and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me? I think you dropped this." She said, holding it up for her to see.
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
Chelle had finally made it back to New York City. The place she typically was, and of course, where her favorite living quarters was. Actually, second favorite, but the villa in Italy was being remodeled for the new Thrones group. And that was why Chelle had finally come back to New York. She was sitting in the back seat of a limo, relaxing with a glass of O-negative warmed and wetting her mouth. She had her laptop in front of her on a pull out desk type table and was using her left hand to type. She had gotten the hang of it easily, seeing as she was always keeping up with the Joneses. She sipped at her glass of O-neg, and had the voice recognition of the car activated. "Call Victoria Steyr." The whole back portion of the limo was then sealed off by the one way, sound proof glass and it left Chelle in peace to speak to Victoria. She sat down her wine glass, it nestling into a warming cup holder, and she started typing into her address book on her laptop.
Pulling up files of all the people who found out about Thrones and signed up. Once Victoria answered, Chelle was smiling. "Hello old friend. Are you interested in becoming my Princess for the Resurrection of Thrones?" Waiting for Victoria's reply, Chelle then continued. "Very well. Are you in New York? If so, I can come by and see you. I'll also have my driver escort you wherever you need to go." Chelle then nodded, though Victoria couldn't see it, and chuckled. "Good, then. I'll see you momentarily." She announced the car to end the call, and then the glass lowered between the front and back portion of the limo. "Take me to the strip." The driver understood that to be the portion of New York City where designer clothes, and types of cloth and et cetera was sold. Victoria had given her the location.
Chelle's limo then headed off to the appropriate destination while she continued to relax; her hand finding it's way to the glass to finish off the O-neg. Classical music filled the cabin of the car, relaxing Chelle even more as she hummed along with the Cello, Viola, and Violin parts. Her eyes, once a bright crimson, were now a soft melting auburn. She was up to one glass per week blood wise. She needed to curb her appetite and stick to the 'dead' blood or she'd go on a killing spree without any way to control herself. On to other things, though, Thrones was being revived because she severed her contract with Nightkill on Nathaniel's request. It seemed that Andree had been abducted by the man, and Chelle had no idea. She was upset; well, upset could not define how she felt. She wanted to place Nightkill's head on a platter and serve it up to Andree so she could mutilate him even more. But, Chelle decided it was a good time to start up Thrones. Nightkill had agreed to give her a decent sum of money to kick start Thrones, so she was not complaining in the least bit at this moment in time. She was on cloud 9; relaxing.
Pulling up files of all the people who found out about Thrones and signed up. Once Victoria answered, Chelle was smiling. "Hello old friend. Are you interested in becoming my Princess for the Resurrection of Thrones?" Waiting for Victoria's reply, Chelle then continued. "Very well. Are you in New York? If so, I can come by and see you. I'll also have my driver escort you wherever you need to go." Chelle then nodded, though Victoria couldn't see it, and chuckled. "Good, then. I'll see you momentarily." She announced the car to end the call, and then the glass lowered between the front and back portion of the limo. "Take me to the strip." The driver understood that to be the portion of New York City where designer clothes, and types of cloth and et cetera was sold. Victoria had given her the location.
Chelle's limo then headed off to the appropriate destination while she continued to relax; her hand finding it's way to the glass to finish off the O-neg. Classical music filled the cabin of the car, relaxing Chelle even more as she hummed along with the Cello, Viola, and Violin parts. Her eyes, once a bright crimson, were now a soft melting auburn. She was up to one glass per week blood wise. She needed to curb her appetite and stick to the 'dead' blood or she'd go on a killing spree without any way to control herself. On to other things, though, Thrones was being revived because she severed her contract with Nightkill on Nathaniel's request. It seemed that Andree had been abducted by the man, and Chelle had no idea. She was upset; well, upset could not define how she felt. She wanted to place Nightkill's head on a platter and serve it up to Andree so she could mutilate him even more. But, Chelle decided it was a good time to start up Thrones. Nightkill had agreed to give her a decent sum of money to kick start Thrones, so she was not complaining in the least bit at this moment in time. She was on cloud 9; relaxing.
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
Victoria's steady pace was interrupted for the second time since finishing her shopping. A young woman behind her addressed her, presenting a pocket watch to her. Victoria quickly recognized it as her own, a gift from Charles. She reprimanded herself for being careless enough to drop anything without noticing, it's not as if she could say her powerful mind was preoccupied.
"Oh my, thank you young lady. That is indeed mine." Victoria said in a gentle voice. "I'm grateful you saw fit to return it. It has a bit of...sentimental value that can not be replaced." She took the small watch in her gloved hand and replaced it in her jacket, in a more secure pocket this time. She began to reach into her jacket again to fetch some currency for the lady. "Please, allow me to give you something as a show of my gratitu-" Before Victoria could finish, her phone started ringing. She produced her phone to see it was someone she hadn't heard from in some time. She apologized to the woman in front of her and answered the phone.
"Oh, hello Chelle. It's been some time"
"Hello old friend. Are you interested in becoming my Princess for the Resurrection of Thrones?"
"Oh, of course. I always keep my promises." Victoria replied, discreetly assuring the caller that she maintained her loyalties. Rather than give a meeting place, Chelle requested Victoria's location which she divulged. The phone call was quickly over, and Victoria returned to the woman in front of her. "My apologies, an old friend is trying to get in touch with me. Now, where was I? Ah yes, your reward." Victoria said as she moved to get something out of her jacket, and removed her hand with a single 100 dollar bill fold. It seemed like a lot for a simple thank you, she was sure, but she may as well be generous. After all, her work a good flow of cash, and aside from expensive equipment and repairs she really had no need to spend money. Even a place to stay was only necessary for privacy, it wasn't as if she needed to sleep.
"Oh my, thank you young lady. That is indeed mine." Victoria said in a gentle voice. "I'm grateful you saw fit to return it. It has a bit of...sentimental value that can not be replaced." She took the small watch in her gloved hand and replaced it in her jacket, in a more secure pocket this time. She began to reach into her jacket again to fetch some currency for the lady. "Please, allow me to give you something as a show of my gratitu-" Before Victoria could finish, her phone started ringing. She produced her phone to see it was someone she hadn't heard from in some time. She apologized to the woman in front of her and answered the phone.
"Oh, hello Chelle. It's been some time"
"Hello old friend. Are you interested in becoming my Princess for the Resurrection of Thrones?"
"Oh, of course. I always keep my promises." Victoria replied, discreetly assuring the caller that she maintained her loyalties. Rather than give a meeting place, Chelle requested Victoria's location which she divulged. The phone call was quickly over, and Victoria returned to the woman in front of her. "My apologies, an old friend is trying to get in touch with me. Now, where was I? Ah yes, your reward." Victoria said as she moved to get something out of her jacket, and removed her hand with a single 100 dollar bill fold. It seemed like a lot for a simple thank you, she was sure, but she may as well be generous. After all, her work a good flow of cash, and aside from expensive equipment and repairs she really had no need to spend money. Even a place to stay was only necessary for privacy, it wasn't as if she needed to sleep.
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
"Well, it is yours. And where would we be if everyone just took what wasn't theirs?" Andree replied to her comment about it being sentimental and that it was nice that she returned it. Rolling one of her shoulders back, she felt the shirt ruffle in the breeze that was picking up. "Uh, yeah, no problem." She told the woman as she apologized for having to take a call. Andree didn't want a reward for it, but it would be rude to just walk off on the lady midway through her sentence.
Rocking back and forth on her heels, Andree waited for the woman to end her call. Her fingers were raising and falling in a synchronized pattern against her thighs as she did so. Both of these were habits of hers. She stopped the rocking, but maintained the raising and falling pattern with her fingers against her thighs, as the woman wrapped up her phone call and returned her attention to her.
"No, no, thank you, but I can't take that from you. I only returned your watch, really, it's no big." She said to the woman as she brought out the hundred dollar bill for Andree to take. There was no way she was going to take the money from the woman for a deed so small. She had recently stumbled upon a fair bit of money, though, she had spent most of it on the materials Gracie and Nate's birthday presents. She'd just have to sell some more stuff sometime soon. The offer of one hundred dollars was tempting, but, no, she would not take it.
Rocking back and forth on her heels, Andree waited for the woman to end her call. Her fingers were raising and falling in a synchronized pattern against her thighs as she did so. Both of these were habits of hers. She stopped the rocking, but maintained the raising and falling pattern with her fingers against her thighs, as the woman wrapped up her phone call and returned her attention to her.
"No, no, thank you, but I can't take that from you. I only returned your watch, really, it's no big." She said to the woman as she brought out the hundred dollar bill for Andree to take. There was no way she was going to take the money from the woman for a deed so small. She had recently stumbled upon a fair bit of money, though, she had spent most of it on the materials Gracie and Nate's birthday presents. She'd just have to sell some more stuff sometime soon. The offer of one hundred dollars was tempting, but, no, she would not take it.
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
The limo finally pulled up along the strip and slowed down. Chelle spotted Victoria and a girl that looked oddly familiar. Well, the back of her head was familiar; as familiar as the back of someone's head could be. Chelle announced the driver to stop and once he did, she finished her glass of O-neg and gathered her bag. She instructed him to park and wait for her and Victoria. She straightened the skirts of her gown. It was another classic piece of beautiful work. Simple, cinched layers that fell and hid her legs. The black material looked great against her skin. Of course the top-half of the dress was styled alike to a corset, and was strapless. There was also a large sash tied into a bow on her left side, just below her bosom. Chelle's hair was let down and curly as can be; just beautiful. She had on no makeup, and her skin looked as if it were airbrushed and then photoshopped to perfection. She smiled and waved to Victoria, her large bag, black to match her dress, slung over her shoulder as she walked with spiked ankle high boots.
She saw the money in Victoria's hand being extended toward the girl in front of her; who's back was also to Chelle. Blinking, Chelle walked forward and addressed Victoria sweetly. "Hello darling. How're you? It's been way too long." Finally taking a peek at the other girl, Chelle's eyes were wide and she was full of surprise. "Andree? What brings you to New York, love?" she asked, being as polite as possible. Chelle knew that Andree probably hated her, but that did not mean she couldn't be friendly. "How small the world must be right now.. Funny you two bumped into one another. How about we grab a coffee? Or do something fun? I have regular clothes in my bag. We could always go to the shooting range." Chelle was trying to think of activities to involve Andree in until Chelle stole Victoria away to discuss Thrones business. She almost wanted to include Andree, to let her know that she had stopped working for Nightkill; the man that had captured and tortured Andree for days... without even letting Chelle know.
She saw the money in Victoria's hand being extended toward the girl in front of her; who's back was also to Chelle. Blinking, Chelle walked forward and addressed Victoria sweetly. "Hello darling. How're you? It's been way too long." Finally taking a peek at the other girl, Chelle's eyes were wide and she was full of surprise. "Andree? What brings you to New York, love?" she asked, being as polite as possible. Chelle knew that Andree probably hated her, but that did not mean she couldn't be friendly. "How small the world must be right now.. Funny you two bumped into one another. How about we grab a coffee? Or do something fun? I have regular clothes in my bag. We could always go to the shooting range." Chelle was trying to think of activities to involve Andree in until Chelle stole Victoria away to discuss Thrones business. She almost wanted to include Andree, to let her know that she had stopped working for Nightkill; the man that had captured and tortured Andree for days... without even letting Chelle know.
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
"Please, I insist. I have very little to spend my money on, this watch and a spot of decency are both worth at least this much to me." Victoria said, continuing to try to push the bill onto Andree. During this short time, Chelle appeared and seemed to recognize the young lady who had returned Victoria's watch. She met her surprise with curiosity. A small world indeed. She turned to answer Chelle's first question.
"Oh, I'm here for pleasure at the moment. Even something like myself has her hobbies." She said, lifting her shopping bag. "When I'm working, I like to consider myself something of a seamstress. I am Victoria by the way. Forgive my atrocious manners." She said towards the woman now identified as Andree. She then turned back to Chelle. "I'm free to indulge in any such activities, and would be happy to include this young lady. I owe her a debt of gratitude, it would seem. A shooting range might be a bit unfair, though I'd be happy to watch you two enjoy yourselves."
"Oh, I'm here for pleasure at the moment. Even something like myself has her hobbies." She said, lifting her shopping bag. "When I'm working, I like to consider myself something of a seamstress. I am Victoria by the way. Forgive my atrocious manners." She said towards the woman now identified as Andree. She then turned back to Chelle. "I'm free to indulge in any such activities, and would be happy to include this young lady. I owe her a debt of gratitude, it would seem. A shooting range might be a bit unfair, though I'd be happy to watch you two enjoy yourselves."
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Andree was still trying to avoid accepting the money when a woman walked up to them. Thankful for the interruption, she hoped that the woman would just forget about the money. But, this short moment of thankfulness left her when she saw the woman's face. Chelle. It was Chelle. The whole reason she had broken up with Nate and was now trying to bury herself in work. Of all the people in the world she could run into, it had to be her. She wasn't sure whether to be mad or upset or just leave at this point. Part of her was wanting to hurt Chelle right now, for working for that monster. The other half just wanted to ignore her and walk away. Unable to decide which side to go with, she stood there and just glared at Chelle. "None of your business." There was a noticeable hint of spite in her voice as she said this.
"I don't drink coffee." She replied to the first suggestion, indifferently, before allowing Chelle to continue. When Victoria turned and told Andree her name, Andree simply lazily shrugged in reply, as if silently saying "whatever". "You owe me nothing." She said in reply, waving off the thought. "What do you mean by unfair?" Came her voice once again, raising a question for Victoria. If she was saying that she could beat them easily, Andree suddenly wanted to go to the shooting range and prove her wrong.
"I don't drink coffee." She replied to the first suggestion, indifferently, before allowing Chelle to continue. When Victoria turned and told Andree her name, Andree simply lazily shrugged in reply, as if silently saying "whatever". "You owe me nothing." She said in reply, waving off the thought. "What do you mean by unfair?" Came her voice once again, raising a question for Victoria. If she was saying that she could beat them easily, Andree suddenly wanted to go to the shooting range and prove her wrong.
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
Chelle was hurt, and her sad eyes reflected that. Good thing she loved sunglasses. She slipped them over her eyes and made sure her lips stayed in a small smile. She almost wanted to cry at this point. She seriously had no idea Nightkill were such a monster. She quit the moment Nate had gotten hold of her. She thought back on it now.
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Chelle was perched in her office at her New York manor, having just finished her last job for Nightkill. She had been planning for months to bring back Thrones, and with all the money she had gotten from Nightkill, it would finally be possible. She had her hair held back by a bandanna, the messy curls trying to escape the cloth and frame her face. She was sitting cross-legged with her feet slightly tucked under her, hunching over her desk. She was also in pajamas. She had her secondary laptop in front of her, punching in numbers and calculating exactly how much she would have left over money wise after renting all the space she would need to recruit new members and get the group going. She had been advertising Thrones in old bars and on light poles, and places where people that would seek out Thrones visited. And then her phone rang. Her personal phone. She blinked and grabbed it, putting it to her ear after answering it. Before she could even muster a word, Nate was screaming in her ear in Italian. "Come hai potuto fare questo?! Come hai potuto lavorare per feccia come Nightkill? Come hai potuto? E come non poteva sapere che aveva catturato Andree? COME?" (Translation: How could you do this?! How could you work for scum such as Nightkill? How could you? And how could you not know that he had captured Andree? HOW?)
Chelle, a bit taken aback by Nathaniel's sudden outburst, and the hate lacing his words, finally got to speak. "Nathaniel.. I.. what? Is she okay now? I'm.. done working for him. I cannot believe.. Wow.. Is she okay?" She asked twice if Andree were okay because.. truthfully? Chelle actually cared for the girl. Nate was breathing heavily, and the sound of broken glass was in the background. "She.. she ended out relationship.." Nate had dropped the phone after hitting the 'END' button and then Chelle was left with an annoying dial-tone in her ear. She closed her phone and sat it down, blinking. She then stood up and immediately dialed Nightkill's office and put in her resignation. "Yes? I quit. I cannot believe scum like you roam the earth. Cross my path in the light of day, or black of night, and I will end you." But, of course, they would end up staying 'acquaintances' because business does not always have to be ended. But Chelle would never work for him again. That was a fact.
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Finally zoning back in to the real world, Chelle looked between Victoria and Andree. "Victoria, you can still have fun with us. Let's go to the shooting range." Chelle motioned for the two girls to follow her to the limo and the driver opened the door for all three of them. Chelle waited for Victoria and Andree to get in first, of course.
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Chelle was perched in her office at her New York manor, having just finished her last job for Nightkill. She had been planning for months to bring back Thrones, and with all the money she had gotten from Nightkill, it would finally be possible. She had her hair held back by a bandanna, the messy curls trying to escape the cloth and frame her face. She was sitting cross-legged with her feet slightly tucked under her, hunching over her desk. She was also in pajamas. She had her secondary laptop in front of her, punching in numbers and calculating exactly how much she would have left over money wise after renting all the space she would need to recruit new members and get the group going. She had been advertising Thrones in old bars and on light poles, and places where people that would seek out Thrones visited. And then her phone rang. Her personal phone. She blinked and grabbed it, putting it to her ear after answering it. Before she could even muster a word, Nate was screaming in her ear in Italian. "Come hai potuto fare questo?! Come hai potuto lavorare per feccia come Nightkill? Come hai potuto? E come non poteva sapere che aveva catturato Andree? COME?" (Translation: How could you do this?! How could you work for scum such as Nightkill? How could you? And how could you not know that he had captured Andree? HOW?)
Chelle, a bit taken aback by Nathaniel's sudden outburst, and the hate lacing his words, finally got to speak. "Nathaniel.. I.. what? Is she okay now? I'm.. done working for him. I cannot believe.. Wow.. Is she okay?" She asked twice if Andree were okay because.. truthfully? Chelle actually cared for the girl. Nate was breathing heavily, and the sound of broken glass was in the background. "She.. she ended out relationship.." Nate had dropped the phone after hitting the 'END' button and then Chelle was left with an annoying dial-tone in her ear. She closed her phone and sat it down, blinking. She then stood up and immediately dialed Nightkill's office and put in her resignation. "Yes? I quit. I cannot believe scum like you roam the earth. Cross my path in the light of day, or black of night, and I will end you." But, of course, they would end up staying 'acquaintances' because business does not always have to be ended. But Chelle would never work for him again. That was a fact.
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Finally zoning back in to the real world, Chelle looked between Victoria and Andree. "Victoria, you can still have fun with us. Let's go to the shooting range." Chelle motioned for the two girls to follow her to the limo and the driver opened the door for all three of them. Chelle waited for Victoria and Andree to get in first, of course.
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
Victoria regarded the interaction between the two, and the sudden change in conversational atmosphere. It seemed she had misjudged the relationship between the two. She begrudgingly put her bill away, feeling the offer was refused and she could do nothing about it.
"What do you mean by unfair?"
Victoria looked at the young woman. though she hadn't been trying to brag, it seemed like this girl's pride may force her to accompany the two. "I meant no slight by it Miss Andree, it's just that my accuracy rate is effectively 100%. So it's not really something I can take sport in. Regardless, I hope you'll accept my friend's invitation." She said, following Chelle to the door of her car. She ducked her head down and stepped into the rather spacious room of the vehicle. She turned and looked behind her, to see if the girl followed them.
"What do you mean by unfair?"
Victoria looked at the young woman. though she hadn't been trying to brag, it seemed like this girl's pride may force her to accompany the two. "I meant no slight by it Miss Andree, it's just that my accuracy rate is effectively 100%. So it's not really something I can take sport in. Regardless, I hope you'll accept my friend's invitation." She said, following Chelle to the door of her car. She ducked her head down and stepped into the rather spacious room of the vehicle. She turned and looked behind her, to see if the girl followed them.
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
Andree did not want to go anywhere with Chelle right now. She was furious with her at the moment. How could she work for that evil bastard? But, at the same time, she hated to be rude, especially to someone who hadn't done anything, which, in this case was Victoria. With a small, almost inaudible, groan escaped her throat as she slid into the limousine behind Victoria. Her comment about her one hundred percent accuracy rate made Andree want to see it anyway. Maybe she could show off a bit in the process.
During the limo ride, Andree remained quiet. Her eyes gazed at the New York skyline that was littered with skyscrapers and towers through the window. The collar of her black shirt was being put to use as well, as she nibbled on it out of annoyance. Really, it was all she was going to do to not snap at Chelle right now. She still had feelings for Nate but she couldn't be around him as long as Nightkill still knew where to find her now. As long as Chelle worked for that son of a bitch, Andree could not go out with Nathaniel. She didn't want that monster near more of her life, he had already had four years of it, so she was not going to be near those who worked under him. The necklace that Nathaniel gave her, made of his own feathers, still hung from her neck. The flowers were wilted right now. Chelle would be able to see that she was wearing the necklace still.
During the limo ride, Andree remained quiet. Her eyes gazed at the New York skyline that was littered with skyscrapers and towers through the window. The collar of her black shirt was being put to use as well, as she nibbled on it out of annoyance. Really, it was all she was going to do to not snap at Chelle right now. She still had feelings for Nate but she couldn't be around him as long as Nightkill still knew where to find her now. As long as Chelle worked for that son of a bitch, Andree could not go out with Nathaniel. She didn't want that monster near more of her life, he had already had four years of it, so she was not going to be near those who worked under him. The necklace that Nathaniel gave her, made of his own feathers, still hung from her neck. The flowers were wilted right now. Chelle would be able to see that she was wearing the necklace still.
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
Chelle sat a bit away from Andree so she did not feel crowded. "Victoria, parli Italiano?" she asked, quite sure that Andree hadn't bothered to learn such a language. If Chelle had to, she'd even go old school and speak Latin. Chelle was sure that Victoria knew how to speak Italian because of her being a robot; it'd be easy to learn how to speak languages. Hopefully she knew Italian. After Victoria gave her answer, Chelle then cleared her throat and smiled. "Well, I'm not 100% accurate all the time, but I'd say 95% of the time I have one-hundred-percent accuracy."
She was right. She had trained with all sorts of weapons; swords being her favorite. And the shooting range would possibly be packed so she held her finger to her lips to indicate them to be quiet for a moment. "Jorge? Call the local shooting range. I'd like it cleared of interruptions for a couple hours so that we can have fun." Chelle was smiling, her hands crossing over her lap. She then heard her driver calling up the shooting range and booking it for two hours. Places like that loved money, so of course they accepted the offer and gave all the people there a last call. The limousine pulled up about five minutes later and Jorge, the driver, opened the door for the three women and Chelle told him he could join them. He declined and said he'd rather visit his girlfriend for a couple hours. Chelle told him it was fine and he was off to treat his lady to a nice lunch.
She was right. She had trained with all sorts of weapons; swords being her favorite. And the shooting range would possibly be packed so she held her finger to her lips to indicate them to be quiet for a moment. "Jorge? Call the local shooting range. I'd like it cleared of interruptions for a couple hours so that we can have fun." Chelle was smiling, her hands crossing over her lap. She then heard her driver calling up the shooting range and booking it for two hours. Places like that loved money, so of course they accepted the offer and gave all the people there a last call. The limousine pulled up about five minutes later and Jorge, the driver, opened the door for the three women and Chelle told him he could join them. He declined and said he'd rather visit his girlfriend for a couple hours. Chelle told him it was fine and he was off to treat his lady to a nice lunch.
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
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Chelle posed a question to Victoria in Italian, and she responded in kind. <"But of course Miss Chelle, combat is my secondary function after all."> Victoria responded not only in flawless Italian, but her entire voice changed. The English accent disappeared and she spoke with the voice of a native Italian, if one hadn't already heard her speak they would assume she was Italian herself. Then, the Italian woman disappeared and the Englishwoman returned to join into the conversation, one-sided as it was with Andree silent in the back. "For me, effort isn't a factor in something like marksmanship. I'm either capable of doing something, or I'm not. My limitations are a bit more black and white than they are for others."
Victoria grabbed her shopping bag, since she very well may not be taking the same car home and it would be a shame to be unable to attend to her hobby. Reading and sewing were just about the only things should could derive entertainment from, and it was easy to run out of books when you read and processed them at Victoria's speed. Her mind was on her next sewing project, but with her "brain" her mind was always on several things simultaneously.
The driver was dismissed, an odd role to Victoria. Even with her gained independence, she usually found herself carrying out tasks for others. She wasn't exactly subservient it's just that if it was just her, she wasn't actually sure what she would do. She had read every book of philosophy in a great number of libraries and yet, despite the fact that she could recite them all and could easily the top student of any philosophy class, the concepts just seemed beyond her understanding. She turned to Andree and spoke "Perhaps I'm calling the kettle black, but I wouldn't have guessed by looking at you that you were the type to visit the shooting range."
Chelle posed a question to Victoria in Italian, and she responded in kind. <"But of course Miss Chelle, combat is my secondary function after all."> Victoria responded not only in flawless Italian, but her entire voice changed. The English accent disappeared and she spoke with the voice of a native Italian, if one hadn't already heard her speak they would assume she was Italian herself. Then, the Italian woman disappeared and the Englishwoman returned to join into the conversation, one-sided as it was with Andree silent in the back. "For me, effort isn't a factor in something like marksmanship. I'm either capable of doing something, or I'm not. My limitations are a bit more black and white than they are for others."
Victoria grabbed her shopping bag, since she very well may not be taking the same car home and it would be a shame to be unable to attend to her hobby. Reading and sewing were just about the only things should could derive entertainment from, and it was easy to run out of books when you read and processed them at Victoria's speed. Her mind was on her next sewing project, but with her "brain" her mind was always on several things simultaneously.
The driver was dismissed, an odd role to Victoria. Even with her gained independence, she usually found herself carrying out tasks for others. She wasn't exactly subservient it's just that if it was just her, she wasn't actually sure what she would do. She had read every book of philosophy in a great number of libraries and yet, despite the fact that she could recite them all and could easily the top student of any philosophy class, the concepts just seemed beyond her understanding. She turned to Andree and spoke "Perhaps I'm calling the kettle black, but I wouldn't have guessed by looking at you that you were the type to visit the shooting range."
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Andree listened quietly as her two companions spoke in Italian. They obviously assumed that she could not understand them. They were wrong. Ever since she got her memories back, she was able to speak and understand many languages. Italian was just one of them, the one she was most fluent in. It was her native language, after all. Just to have a little fun, she spoke. "Allora, che cosa è stato che circa il combattimento? Oh, sì, dimenticavo di dire che parlo italiano." Inside, she was laughing her ass off. Her Italian accent was flawless, as it was the first language she had learned, even before English. If they changed to another language, she hoped it was another one that she already knew. Russian, Latin, Spanish, French, something like that.
Andree climbed out of the car behind the other two, her mind thinking on what they wanted to keep secret from her that they had switched languages for. When Victoria turned her attention back to her, Andree replied. "I don't like using a gun. I usually use closer range weaponry, more of a challenge, especially against guns, you know? But, I can shoot and, not trying to sound arrogant, but I'd say I'm not half bad." Andree hated giving herself compliments, fearing that people would think that she is self centered, egotistical or arrogant, which was why she had added the small disclaimer before giving herself one.
(Translation: So, what was that about combat? Oh, yeah, forgot to mention that I speak Italian.)
Andree climbed out of the car behind the other two, her mind thinking on what they wanted to keep secret from her that they had switched languages for. When Victoria turned her attention back to her, Andree replied. "I don't like using a gun. I usually use closer range weaponry, more of a challenge, especially against guns, you know? But, I can shoot and, not trying to sound arrogant, but I'd say I'm not half bad." Andree hated giving herself compliments, fearing that people would think that she is self centered, egotistical or arrogant, which was why she had added the small disclaimer before giving herself one.
(Translation: So, what was that about combat? Oh, yeah, forgot to mention that I speak Italian.)
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Re: A Covert Operative's day off. (Mockingbird and Chelle)
Chelle wanted to smack herself on the forehead when Andree spoke up, and in Italian. Chelle, too, had the accent. It was her second language. Latin was her first. Then Arabic, and Italian. And she learned all the other languages that followed as well. Why? Well, because she had to keep with the times. And she was always moving and traveling the world. She had seen nearly everything. Nothing was really ever new to her; except technology and space. She had not breached Earth's surface yet; unless you count Heaven and Hell as breaching the Earth's surface. She, however, broke her chain of thoughts and smiled at both Andree and Victoria. "Well, it seems that Andree does know Italian.. I was told by Nate that you did not know Italian. I suppose it comes from the incident." She said, brushing over it lightly.
She then changed the subject back to guns and weaponry. "Ah yes. You should have a good shot, Andree. Let's see, shall we?" Chelle walked in first and didn't bother changing out of her gown. She figured it would be fun to shoot while wearing it. She was given ear protection, and a table was filled with three of every gun available for them to use, along with all types of ammunition. Chelle selected, for her first gun, a simple sleek .44 magnum; six chambers, and just simply gorgeous. She stepped into her booth and pressed the button that pulled up her target sheet and then took a couple shots. Without looking. She held the gun with her right hand, her left moving to cover her eyes. She shot, twice. The two bullets hit directly between the eyes of the target sheet, and the 'heart' of the target. She opened her eyes and shrugged. "Guess it's luck, eh girls?" She grinned and chuckled before taking her other four shots, just for fun, on a new sheet.
She then changed the subject back to guns and weaponry. "Ah yes. You should have a good shot, Andree. Let's see, shall we?" Chelle walked in first and didn't bother changing out of her gown. She figured it would be fun to shoot while wearing it. She was given ear protection, and a table was filled with three of every gun available for them to use, along with all types of ammunition. Chelle selected, for her first gun, a simple sleek .44 magnum; six chambers, and just simply gorgeous. She stepped into her booth and pressed the button that pulled up her target sheet and then took a couple shots. Without looking. She held the gun with her right hand, her left moving to cover her eyes. She shot, twice. The two bullets hit directly between the eyes of the target sheet, and the 'heart' of the target. She opened her eyes and shrugged. "Guess it's luck, eh girls?" She grinned and chuckled before taking her other four shots, just for fun, on a new sheet.
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