Re: quicklog: archie/cat break ins
[She wasn't sure she believed him. There was something about the locket, about it's glow, about the old photograph inside, that made Cat see dollar signs. If she stopped to think about it all, she would realize that this need to steal something risky? Was just a sign of her stress, of too many things outside herself piling up. It was her coping mechanism, theft. Hedonism too, rooftops too, but this worked just as well. He was talking about chemistry class, and she was already planning her next move, which would involve closing her fingers tight around that locket and leaving. Above her, the ceiling was close. She could flip, climb, escape, and making a pretty penny off the locket was secondary, almost inconsequential.
But she wanted to hear the rest of his story, because that photograph? It had distracted her a little. He spoke with passion, and she listened to his story about the corruption of the serum. She didn't add that he was absolutely right about the Russians, and she barely blinked at his assertion that the bad brother had been consumed by his monsters.] The scariest monsters? Are born human. And I would watch myself if I was you. [It wasn't a direct answer to his question about being satisfied, but it was an answer of a sort.] You never know who might be looking for the descendants of whoever sold that serum and let it be corrupted.
[She winked at him from behind those goggles, and the bolas were in her hand without a heartbeat passing. She whipped them expertly and bound his ankles, A kick to his chest took him down, and she tucked the locket into her utility belt idly.] Well, it's been fun. But you know how it is. Places to go. People to see.