Soapeth!
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Thread Topic: Soapeth!
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Valentine stared at the picture, and made herself not laugh at the hideous disguise. Such an ugly shade of brown. And so artificial..
She shook her head quickly. "Nope, I don't think so. Sorry.. Now if you would excuse me, your interupting my usual jogging schedule.." -
Here it is. :3
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Lemme reread.
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Yes ma'am~
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"She looks like she might be related to you, though. And she was last seen... around here." He looked down at the paper.
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Valentine tried not to wince at the way he scrutinized the picture. "I said I don't know her. I have quite a few stops to make, so if you don't mind.." she began to walk away, her pace brisk.
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There was something odd about her. The police should be allowed to search her apartment, just for the purpose of finding a criminal...
(She's such an idiot. Doesn't realize she's being trolled.) -
(You don't mean Valentine, do you? Dx)
Valentine took off, running from the building at the slowest rate she could manage, so it would look like just a regular daily jog. Being dressed in a black dress and wedge heels didn't exactly make her blend in, though. These weren't clothes made for running. They were just her choice in clothing, as a criminal who had worked hard at stealing the rights to deserve them. -
(No, I mean my "friend.")
Her outfit just added to how peculiar it was. He walked back toward her apartment, standing by the door and pulled out his cellphone, calling his father. "Dad, I think I might have something." -
(Oh, okie.)
Valentine kept going until she was sure he wouldn't see. She stopped dead about a mile off, realizing for the first time that she had left her weapons in the apartment.
Damn it!
She turned and started running back, paused, turned back around, ran, and continued like that for a moment. "Damn it.. Should I run away or go back and get them?" The guy was probably still there... He would see her if she came back.
"So the best thing to do is lay low." she said to herself, and crossed the street on numb legs, walking in to a little cafe. -
Fifteen minutes later, the police were at her apartment. It was a little difficult, but they got a key from the office and headed in.
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Valentine sipped at a cup of tea, staring into it with cold eyes. By now, they were in the apartment. She as sure of it. And if that was the case, it wouldn't be long before they discovered the false bottom to her desk drawer, and with it, her revolver, several of her prized knives, and many sedative darts. She was finished in this neighborhood. She'd have to buy all new weapons, get a new place, change her identity again...
She took another long sip from her cup, and her eyes narrowed. "Damn." she muttered, and set it down. She got up, placed some money on the table, and walked out to find a bus stop. -
They finished the search quickly, with all the evidence in place. The others said they wouldn't go after the girl until they had proof. But when they left, he set back out after her.
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Valentine finally found a bus stop, with much help from random people she passed on the sidewalk. She stood there alone, smiling to herself. None of these people knew about her.
Funny how trusting we humans are.
No, that wasn't entirely true. It required no trust to give directions. Just the ability not to become annoyed by a lost girl who looked very much like a teenager in her "whore-rebel" stage. -
(Okay, I have to go for a while. I'll be back later, so let's continue then. Bye~~)
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