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Alice Ayres (aka Jane Jones) (loveisenough) wrote in prideview_nyc,
@ 2008-07-26 00:14:00

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alice ayres, raphael

WHO: Alice Ayres and Raphael.
WHERE: An alley outside of a club.
WHEN: Tonight, around 1AM.
RATING: We'll just say R for violence and swearing. I'll change it if it goes past that.
STATUS: Incomplete.

Alice's old club was gone, and now she had to look for a job. In her line of work, that meant putting on some cute underthings, an itty bitty denim skirt, a tank top, and impractical heels and going from club to club to see if they had any openings for a new girl. Given her experience, she thought it would be easy enough to find a place that wanted her. The only problem was that she was somewhat fussy, and she wanted to work somewhere where the bouncer wouldn't grab her ass, or the DJ wasn't doing blow, or where her cut of the tips would actually be decent.

She'd left at 9:45, and had finally found a place that met all of her criteria and wanted her around 12:50. She'd made arrangements to start the next evening, and waved goodbye as she exited (for the last time) through the customer door at the front.

Around the corner, she leaned against the brick to light a cigarette out of her purse. No sooner had she pressed the filter to her lips did she feel someone approaching her from out of the alley adjacent to the club. She tried to move away, some instinct telling her this person was not a friend, but surprise made her slow. A hand clamped down hard on her mouth before she could scream, the cigarette falling to her feet.

The gloom of the alley made it hard for her to see, and she closed her eyes, hoping a mugging was all they were looking for. The sound of a switchblade didn't increase her hopes.

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hothead
2008-07-26 01:51 am UTC (link)

"Damn," Raphael hissed under a frustrated breath as he paced across the aged building's roof for what had to be the hundredth time. Having glimpsed over the edge of the thigh-high wall and seen nothing transpiring in the alley next to the strip club he had literally run across two hours ago, he crossed to the opposite ledge to check on the crap pot bar and its grizzly-looking bouncer.

Other than a few questionable transactions having gone down with said grizzled bouncer, the scene had been quiet. The lack of criminal activity was agitating him. He'd figured that situating himself between the two joints would increase his chances of catching something interesting, but no such luck. Bad guys must have decided to show up elsewhere. Wonderful to know that somewhere in this city, someone was getting jumped, robbed, or somehow victimized and he wasn't there to stop it. Really put a smile on a guy's face. Damn, damn, damn.

The sai in Raphael's hand gleamed in the low light as he expertly rolled it through his fingers. He wore tip-less brown leather gloves to protect his new buttery-soft human skin from the blades and the rough surfaces he tended to fling himself upon while free-running through the city blocks. While he'd been green with a shell on his back, his nightly "runs" had been a way for him to clear his head. Now they were training for the new body. Everything had been thrown off by his transformation, but Raph was determined to keep himself in top form. Giving up the vigilante gig was not something he was willing to do.

Turning on a heel, Raph suddenly gripped at his weapons and quietly moved over the crushed gravel of the roof by making precise Karate steps against an invisible foe. Coming up to the opposite edge once more, he lazily cast a glance down to street-level and his breath caught.

Jeez. Never let it be said that perps weren't fast.

The sais were tucked away in one smooth motion before Raphael deftly leaped to the ledge of the three-story building. As a turtle, he could have easily made the distance of the jump to the ground without faltering, but he wasn't so sure if the human body could handle that much of an impact. He moved quickly to an emergency ladder and gripped either side before his sneakers hit a lower rung with enough force to send to elongate the rest of the ladder and send him plummeting toward the ground. What he hadn't been counting on was all the noise the rusty piece of crap made. So much for the silent ninja-like entrance. Raph swore at the ladder, willing it to shut up and move faster.

When he was just under one story off the ground, Raphael released the ladder and let gravity do the rest of the work. His feet hit the pavement mere seconds before the ladder, but the agile young man had already spun away to face the woman and her attacker. Normally, he would have knocked out the light above them for good measure but since he'd been here Raph had quickly learned that as human he couldn't see so well in the dark. And he wasn't so green anymore meaning the light didn't matter.

"Let her go," Raphael barked, knowing his presence was apparent by now.

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