Who: Jewel and OPEN What: She's working and then some idiot tries to take her bag. When: Tonight Where: Tavern in the Square and then some alley Warnings: N/A depending.
Jewel was used to Salem by now. She had a grasp of what was going on and she didn't take it well - at first. But she had been here for a few years, she knew the in and outs nearly the first night. She learned quickly she couldn't leave, she learned quickly that whoever was controlling the population couldn't be reached. She had tried multiple times to get their attention and for a super soldier who was trained by a government facility to be the best, only better, it was disappointing. Of course, she was reminded of why she was here. An assassination gone wrong. She had no idea that Manticore had been destroyed while she was on a secret mission. Manticore wasn't even on her radar, at least that facility. So it was no wonder that all eyes weren't on her as she tried to carry out a mission that was handed to her by Lydecker. A massive fail and although a few years had gone by, she still wasn't exactly over it. She just covered it up. She wasn't supposed to die. She wasn't supposed to be weak and even with her last breath, she still didn't beg. With death there wasn't pain.
The years were different here. When she died, it was 2020 and it was barely 2016 in Salem. It was as if she was in the past, but now she didn't have her handlers yelling at her, molding her and training her to be better. It didn't stop her from training. Just on her terms. Everything was on her terms now. She didn't have to answer to anyone. She had an apartment as she called it in the hotel. She had a job that she had worked for two years and while she felt as though she were 'performing' it was good money. Naturally, she wasn't that friendly, she wasn't complimenting. She was just Jewel and she was trying to survive in a world that she wasn't used to.
It wasn't a secret that more civilians started to flood Salem. Out with the old, in with the new. The hotel began to flood with new arrivals. Arrivals with the only one question on their mind - what happened? Jewel didn't bother with them, but she did keep her eye out for any threats. There were a few who were on her mind, but as for now, she just watched.
Tonight, she was busy, serving drinks. Working wasn't such a problem. Jewel believed in working for what you had, but it was so easy to slip into old habits. The way she carried herself was incredibly smooth and sometimes she slipped up. She could blur and sometimes she did that when it was a busy night, but she could easily just tell the customers they were drunk and maybe she should call them a cab. Tonight was no exception. The place was packed as usual on a Friday night and Jewel, the transgenic super soldier that could kill every person in this building in about two point five seconds was listening to a college guy whine about his girlfriend who didn't want him anymore.
"Aww, and right before spring break," she smirked as she antagonized him playfully and reached over, grabbing a glass to fill it with ice. She poured him some whiskey and set the cocktail napkin down in front of him, along with the glass. "A few of those and I bet you won't even think of her. At least for tonight." She turned around and rolled her eyes before moving onto her next customer.
The night went on like that, which wasn't surprising. She was off work now and she stood outside, looking over her phone before she started walking back toward the hotel. The further she walked from the restaurant, the more bare the streets became. She would most times hear people no matter where she was, but tonight it was eerily quiet, which made her more aware than she usually was. She crossed a dark street to head toward an alley. She was about halfway down the darkened side road when she heard footsteps, plus the click of a hand knife. She smiled, walking a little bit slow, hoping they would catch up. The faint smell of cologne and sweat filled the air and she pursed her lips just waiting as she walked down the alley.
"Give me your bag, bitch," she heard. His voice was gruff and desperate and for a second she almost felt bad for him. Almost.
Her eyes darkened as she stopped, the sound of her boots twisting on the concrete loud in the air as she turned around.
"I don't want any trouble," she said, her arms slowly raising. It was his warning.
"Then give me the purse, lady!" He practically spat and Jewel slowly slid the strap off her shoulder and down her arm. His eyes lit up, as if he was going to get his prize, but instead, she dropped it by her boots and looked at him.
"I'm telling you now, I don't want trouble."
He lunged at her, pointing the knife and she grabbed his arm, twisting it violently until there was that crack that so loud in the air and then of course, his scream and the drop of the knife. "I fucking told you, I didn't want trouble," she whispered slow and low in his ear before she kneed him in the back and sent him flying against the brick wall.