riverfan (riverfan) wrote in fruitful_rpg, @ 2009-01-12 18:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: mateo estevan ii, player: mhia, player: trey |
Who: River Fan and Mateo Estevan
Where: His apartment
When: January 22nd, 2049
Rating: R
Summary: River stops by his apartment for a talk. (A5 Little Leaf)
This visit was not for sentimental reasons.
She was declaring war. Technically, it had already started. The opening volley happened three weeks ago, and now they were into a false truce. At least, it was perfectly false on her end. The man was in for a whole new dimension of trouble if he had fallen for it. Today was about subterfuge, she was sending in her best spy to find out his fortifications and provisions. The saying is, "if you want it done right, do it yourself" which she lived by unless she wanted to aggravate Kayla. That and when she said 'best' it usually referred to herself. The government had been so kind as to tell her where he lived and it had been a simple matter of skating over.
Of course, roller-skating in a skirt as short as her own was generally frowned on. 'Generally' being the majority of other women, as she had not particularly noticed it being men that were pouting. Tonight, though, she had not garnered any sort of attention which suited her stealthy mindset just fine. Arriving at the 'Little Leaf' apartments, she removed the Rollerblades and slipped on light weight sandals instead. His apartment was the only one with porch lights on, so she could only dimly make out the yard. Stumbling once in the sand, she grumbled at the annoying particles between her feet and her shoes. At the door, she stashed her skates under the stairs, deep within the shadows. She was disappointed to find out that his apartment was on the ground floor, leaving her one plan less for his unfortunate demise. Not that she was ever going to kill him, since that would land her in more trouble that it was worth, but she did not mind amusing herself with visions of his death. The dangling him off his balcony was nixed by the fact that he had no such ledge to do so with. The fact that there was no way that she could lift him in the first place never crossed her mind.
Giving herself a minute, she smoothed down her skirt, repleating where necessary, and straightened her top. This particular tank top had a tendency to twist around her midriff in the most annoying way, which is why she did not usually wear it. She had thought ahead for once, and had decided to not ruin any of her nice clothes should the reconnaissance mission go south. The shirt, skirt and even the shoes had been fished out of the back of her closet. Now feeling downright jaunty, she sprang over to the door and gave the button next to it a firm push. Hearing no one inside at first, she leaned with her back against the nearest wall and waited.