lets paint the town ( open )

[Nessarose Allens]

Anyone looking at the girl would think the sight a very odd one, she was dressed in tight black jeans, a black leather jacket, black boots and her black hair was free to dance annoyingly around her face. She walked with an air of distilled confidence, her eyes did not flick around her as others were prone to do in Mayfair, in fact she walked with her eyes trained to the ground in front of her. The girl did not care if she was found here; she had more than three knives on her person and was trained to use them all in difficult situations like one that had the potential to arise in this forsaken place.

A trail of smoke followed her; the girl took another drag on the cigarette that hung lazily from two fingers. A meaningless smile danced upon her lips as she closed her eyes slightly, letting the drugs dance through her system with relish before she exhaled again and opened her eyes. Nessa was alone; she liked it this way. There was nobody to snarl; taunt; laugh; love, or hur her in any other way, she worked best alone, even Jason had always said she was independent.

For some reason she liked to walk through Mayfair, it was almost as if this splendor - now decaying, was something that made her smile. It was a symbol that everything could not last, that everything that was rich and wonderful would soon come crashing down in ruins. This place - a symbol of doom for so many others - was a symbol of hope for her, a symbol that this new Government would not last forever. Especially if she could help it. Nessa would fuck up whatever plan she could; even if it was merely their plans to go for coffee, and she would enjoy every fucking second of it.

With a swift glance, she looked about her and found a park bench, sitting in front of a dark building. Some of these windows remained unbroken; a feat that was quiet incredible for this place. She toyed with the satchel that hung over her shoulder and took a laptop out of it. Her fingers moved over it swiftly; silently, and she barely glanced at the screen. She was running out of money, in fact she had only a couple of dollars left in her account. These days she only stole money for need, and now she was in need of some. They had too much, she had none, it only seemed fair that they should loose something aswell. Her bored glance betrayed the difficulty behind what she was doing, the coding running down her computer screen easily hacked into the bank and she easily transferred money. All this was done whilst smoking and without so much as breaking a sweat. This used to be hard for her, yet now it was effortless; like breathing.

A breath of laughter escaped her before she heard something. Someone. It was done, too late to erase. Her pale hand shut the laptop and slammed it down before putting it back into the satchel. She glanced up, her expression was non-chalant. She was not afraid here, she'd seen the essence of fear, felt it in her core. Until that time came again, fear would remain a distant, unpleasant memory. Nessa took another drag on the cigarette, glancing up toward her disturber. "Who're you?" Words were calm and bored, like she asked the question for lack of anything else to say.

[riley]

Mayfair, it was always a good place to relax.

She climbed up a short, tattered wall painted with graffiti; missing bricks held her feet in, as her callused hands griped firmly to the dusty brick. It was better than at home, he aunt, always telling her to get some better clothes on, she’d be kicked out if she came home with even the smell of smoke, and she hated her upper-class. But it didn’t matter to be rich, not when you are old enough to live alone like she can, have a job working for Izan, have two pistols and a wrench with you. About anyone can survive, well almost; it was a tough world with werewolves, though she always knew how to negotiate with vampires, considering she works for them.

Her eyes greeted the view as she reached the top of the view, it was a short building, one story, but she always has loved to site up here on the wooden roof, but most times her weight would discover a weak plate in the roof and she almost falls through, at one time she did, nearly scaring the crap out of her, but it was always a joy and she didn’t mind to get a little roughed up. A breeze picked up as she found her stop, Goosebumps form on her skin as she shivered, and closed in the coat tighter around her. She was wearing oil-stained skinny with rips in the knees, which seemed to fit her style to the liking, and her nice white shirt with her favorite dog-tag necklace. She looked in the direction of the small town, old, abandoned, but somehow still running; she saw only a few people a mile off or so.

She then tested her luck on the roof, measuring each steps where she knew the beams would most likely be, she was smarter now, laughing back at all the fun days. Now she had become bored, and quite aggravated, her sister, the bomb expert of Izan go t invited to the underboss’ party, while she didn’t. She could always come, she had a right, but Riley pretty much didn’t care so much, yes she was a vital member and even loved to work for it, but most sometimes all she wanted to do was her own thing. Yet wherever her sister goes, she goes as well, and it would stay like that, or so she would presume.

She then found the hold she fell out of last time, she gave a short, the hole had gotten wider, she wouldn’t be surprised if it wore down to that, or if someone else had been using it for some reason, she took off her jacket so she wouldn’t get caught it the beams, and then neatly slid down using her arm strength and landing, the pulled the jack down by a string with her and put it back on. From there on Riley just walked, her hands dragging in her pockets, and her rusty-orange hair was the only color to the place, she could tell, this used to be a bar, she could clearly see the stools, places where the tables and stage would be for a small band. Then she trotted quietly to the back door, went out touching her fingers lightly on the frame, then she heard a laugh. It came form a girl, and small sounds as fingers tapping or clicking on something, she walked up lightly and looked around the corner, a woman all in black, most likely her age. It looked odd, but almost like a fun outfit to wear, Riley slightly wondered what she was doing, part of D.O.G.S? No… she didn’t seem like a werewolf, but looks were deceiving. Vampire? Well she isn’t part of Izan, maybe some other gang… or just on her own. Then she heard her say something, and Riley could guess that she was heard as the woman lifted her head.

Who’re you?
Riley brought out her gun from her back pocket, it was held at her side in both hands to show she was serious, “Why I’m Riley, Riley Williams, now who… are-you?” Riley glared at the woman, though her voice was oddly playful, I guess she had been a bit cheerful today.

[Nessarose Allens]

What was the reaction that this girl expected when she drew the gun from her pocket? It was done so casually, as if she wanted Nes to realise she was armed. Nessa could not help but let a taunting grin play devilishly upon her lips. If she expected Nessa to run screaming or to beg that she drop the gun then she was really 'barking up the wrong tree' as it were; Nes hated guns sure, and if pressed then she would fear them. But she did not fear the idea of a gun, it simply was not something that she did.

You need a good dose of fear.

Get out of my head.

Not likely, darling.

She hated the violation of her thoughts, and the voice seemed to know this for it did it purposely. Antagonizing her, making her insanity all the more difficult to deal with. Simply she shurgged, her eyes flicked momentarily to the gun, her eyebrows raised in speculation as she watched the woman. It was almost comical, it was as if she was trying to be threatning. Trying, and failing as far as Nessa was concerned. "I'm Nessarose, as to my last name ... thats really none of your concern," she matched the womans glare and her tone perfectly, this was the game that she always played. No self important woman would win her over anytime soon. It simply did not work that way.


--- i'm sorry for this bad post, it shames me. :(

[riley]

Riley took a hard stare, and got one in return. She could sense that this girl was mocking her, with the returning tone in her voice, and the similar stare.

"I'm Nessarose, as to my last name ... thats really none of your concern,"

The fangless teeth in her mouth gave the last hint, not Vampire, not Wolf, or so she could be sure. Ava sighed, hiding her annoyance. She could feel that this scandalize girl in the black suit, with the laptop was possibly not a threat to her, but so ever the type to wonder about. Riley gave a sideways smile. Right, she just loved to show of her 50 caliber. It was nothing really, but she could remember that last time, turning ally-ways and running into someone who is actually rather hungry, and would fancy a girl like her. Riley tipped her gun and smacked the butt of it and released the magazine, stuffing it back where it came from. “It could be to my concern, but I don’t really care to tell the truth.” Riley’s way of talking was always rather smart-alecky, but playful at the same time. She could still hear her annoying aunt pissing off in her head, When will you learnt o grow up? Simple..never.

Riley eyed the laptop, she could only guess, Rollin’ the dough, eh?. She must’ve been a member, or still is of a now, somewhat, rich gang. Riley then looked up, she wasn’t going to kill the girl obviously, who does that? Even if you were a hungry mass mutterer, that just wasn’t the ‘thing’ to do.“Well, what you doin’ in black? You’re at Mayfair, nobody cares if you’re taken from a bank...er-well, what ever you’re doing.” Riley knew she was being noisy, and a bit aggravating, but it was a thing that Riley always played on people, mostly of either Izan, or the out-of-city folks who she knew was hiding something. Even though they’d always say, Get lost, I’m not telling It would somehow manage to slip out.

[[Well, can’t blame you. It is really tight. So what do you think should this end up to? Friend or Foe? Because I simply hopped in without a game plan, my bad. ]]

[Nessarose Allens]

Vaguely she wondered what this girl, Riley, actually intended to do with the gun. From her eyes and from the swagger that her actions contained she could tell that this girl thought she was someone important, she drew the gun out in a casual warning which spoke two things to Nessa: either the girl didn't know how to use the gun and was showing it so the Nes knew she was armed, or she didn't feel that she was in any danger here as she could use the gun well. In this day, and in these situations she was leaning her guess more toward the second reason. It was just a guess, but Nessa's guesses were usually on par with what was actually going on. It was a talent, one could say.

A harsh laugh escaped her throat as the girl spoke, releasing the magazine from the gun as she did so. Nes shook her head in the barest of movements, she did not feel threatened. Not at least by a human girl. "Whether it was or not, i'd still not tell you," simple words spoken with a shrug, she shut the laptop and put it back into her satchel, being careful so as not to drop it on any hard surface. So the gun was Riley's pride and joy, the laptop was hers.

Well, what you doin’ in black? You’re at Mayfair, nobody cares if you’re taken from a bank...er-well, what ever you’re doing.

She snorted. The sound was not very becomming for a lady but that was hardly the point, it got her point across quite nicely. "What amd i doing in black?" She mocked with a wayward grin on her face, laughing softly to herself. "I like the fucking colour, not everything has an alterior motive Riley Williams." Her voice held a slight taunt, a slight mocking note as she continued to shake her head, before glancing back up at the girl.



ooc: i'm not sure yet, perhaps friends? or it could be 'frenemies' as i'm sure that'd work aswell.

[riley]

Ooc- Idk, maybe that could work out, frenemies. They hate eachother, but somehow get along, or just not… lets just see where it goes.

Riley watched as Nessa put away her laptop in her bag, careful as a robin egg. Riley wondered how mad she’d get if it broke, not that she was planning to. Unlike the gun, Riley wouldn’t care if it even got stolen, she had millions back at her office in Izan, but who cares about that at that point. "Whether it was or not, i'd still not tell you, The girl said with a shrug, inside Riley snorted, Like I care, I’m no stalker. Riley face was calm, and she slightly yawned, it appeared that this Nessa was just about as headstrong as she. “Oh… dear God.” Riley muttered in a more of bored voice as she examined a scar on her wrist.

"What am i doing in black?"
"I like the fucking colour, not everything has an alterior motive Riley Williams”

Riley sneered, the girl was so mocking, she’d rather be locked in a room with her damn aunt than this girl, I’ve known her for a second, and I could just… Riley thought, but her face became calm again at once, she didn’t want to seem worked up. “Well fuckin excu---se me! Last time I checked Black jumpsuits were out of style.” Then Riley chuckled, just realizing what she said, it made her laugh. Sound like something her sister would say. She loved it, Riley could feel the tenseness of annoyance deep in the air, a mere thing that she was good at, and it worked well. Really a nice way to have some fun. “Really?” She talked to herself lightly, I may look or act stupid, but it is obvious what you’re doin’.. oh well, I guess it doesn’t concern me. Her mind quickly examined that point, she was never good at staying out of other peoples business, but if she was, she wouldn’t be were she was at the moment, never would’ve met Hank, never would’ve learned to do what she can, and help her and her sister bring some sence into life.

[Nessarose Allens]

Bored. Nessa turned her eyes again to the scenery, she wondered if the supernatural creatures ever walked through here on their way to a meal, or to a club, or to whatever the hell it was that they did. Did they feel remorse for what they had done to London? Did they ever stop to think that maybe this had not been the best idea. They destroyed entire spectacles that once drew people to London, even the Windsor Palace was nothing anymore. Did they feel remorse? Her mouth set in a hard line, no ... of course they did not. They were in control, they could have anything they ever wanted without anybody drawing a line. They were authority, government, shop keepers and god knows what else. They made the laws and they broke them, they killed for kicks. Monsters. It was the conclusion she drew easily and effortlessly, they were monsters and they needed to be destroyed. Nessa did not fear them, she feared what they could do to her, but the beings themselves? They were nothing but bullies.

Well fuckin excu---se me! Last time I checked Black jumpsuits were out of style.

.... Jumpsuits?

Fucking Jumpsuits?

This wasn't good, the last time she and the voice had been in agreeance on any thought it had ended badly. In fact it had almost been her death; which very few - if anyone - would have mourned. But honestly, a jumpsuit? Was it not obvious to see the different shades of black for the individual clothing? Momentarily, she glanced down at herself, the leather jacket was a richer black, the jeans were slightly faded and the boots? Well, they were just fucking sexy. She couldn't help but laugh at the idea she'd be wearing a jumpsuit. Immediately, a vision of catwoman appeared in her head. "A jumpsuit? I'm wearing jeans, a top and a jacket. Since when did that add up to wearing a jumpsuit?" Normally she was never so touchy about the clothes she was wearing, in fact she would usually just brush it off with a sarcastic comment and a laugh. But Riley was pressing the matter, and the more she spoke, the more that Nessa felt like snarling at her. She was so oblivious, or annoying. Or both, even.

Momenraily she closed her eyes; an exasperated sigh died on her lips and she resisted the urge to massage her temples with her fingers. It was like a constant buzzing her head, she already had a voice in her head, she didn't need another buzzing. Riley had to be admired though, what with her cavalier attitude and questioning stance. But there was also something repulsive about the same traits. She seemed almost too cavalier, flaunting a gun as if she was asking for trouble. "What are you doing in Mayfair? Very few people came here willingly anymore, it was a sight they did not want to see or be reminded of. It was devestation.