Seth Nightlord ∞ Augusta Vladika (justaprettygirl) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-29 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | danica talos, seth nightlord |
Who: Danica Talos & Seth Nightlord
What: Intruder
Where: Sunrise Genetics L-Lol. Make up name as agreed. Central Business District.
When: Late afternoon-early in the evening?
Rating: TBD?
Status: In progress
Sunrise Genetics was an eleventh floor building located in Los Angeles famous Central Business District: a phantom enterprise with mysterious and recent actions investment into it. Seth Nightlord had been first drawn by the name, then, upon breaking in the database, by its research. “Unclassified investigation about the effects of UV light in photophobic folk” didn’t cut it for somebody like her. It merited a closer look.
The following day, Seth had dressed as a flower girl, stationed in front of the building and waiting the best moment to strike. She slipped inside during the afternoon, after one of the cameras had mysteriously incinerated by the heat wave. Once within, she had no trouble to hack into the system with the ease of anybody from a technological superior future would, playing with the keyboard as Mozart would play the piano. She walked pass security unnoticed, darting at a lightening speed too fast for human eyes notice her.
She kept pace without faltering until she reached the supposed laboratories on the ninth floor: They were empty when she made herself in. Placing her flower bouquets on the floor, likewise the short skirt and the girly blouse she wore. What was left covering her small frame was a black jumpsuit with two small blades, laced with silver hidden in her boots. She approached to the blackboard filled with equations and sign of questions. And, behind the glass, there were the equipment with catalogued samples of skin tissue, blood and hair. Was it still too early on the afternoon? She took a look at her surroundings. The windows were covered with blinds like all the top floors.
“This is too new and sophisticated for them,” Seth concluded, sitting on a chair and flipping the report pages with one hand, while her other fast typed on of the many computers. Them were those vampires she found in the streets at night. Hideous, careless, without an ounce of the beauty and grace the Nobles of the Empire had, her beloved children were in another level from those brutes. “Maybe…”