Dawn Mandrake (break_the_cutie) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-22 19:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-27 |
Let's get Down to Business
Who: Dawn.
When: Afternoon.
Where: Camelot place.
It wasn’t even night, and she was already active, walking all over the apartment, throwing things here and there, and putting up a couple of backpacks together. She had just received a call from a contractor, and the job would take her out of Scarlet Oaks; all the best for her, considering it was too risky to go biting people in town for now– and honestly, if she could stir some trouble outside of the town, maybe she could divert the attention somewhere else, and so get a breather for when she returned; a girl could dream, right?
It was a simple job; a family needed to disappear, which in her book meant ‘die in a fire’; apparently someone had been skipping payments to some big shot lately, and a lesson had to be delivered for those that could even get to dream about trying to be smart and follow the example of the guy…or the woman; she didn’t know who had been the one messing with the payments, but as far as she cared, the target was the entire family, and so the entire family was going down; as long as she was getting paid, she didn’t really care about the target- and as long as it was as much money as she had demanded, she was all the happy to cut the crap and get to work.
Sipping some Fae blood as she put her stuff together –she was going to need to walk on the sun for a while, apparently- Dawn took out a map of Chicago and extended it on her bed. Red marks had already been done, pointing where she needed to go, and from where she was going to take a peek at the place before doing her job; even if it was just a ‘go in, kill everyone, go out’ assignment, she wasn’t going to risk it; it might have come as odd for others to see the Crimson Blade being so careful, but a large lifetime of heading head first into the fray had taught her a couple of things, sometimes in the shape of an axe right to the middle of her face.
Ah, good times.
Within minutes her backpacks were ready, her guns were cleaned, and the Fae blood’s effect was kicking in rather nicely. Getting a hold of her things, Dawn threw the hood of her sweater over her head and walked out to the sunlight, a grim expression on her half-covered face. Business is business. “Here’s to hope nobody burns my town while Ah’m gone”, muttered as she mixed a crowd of people.