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Gwen Raiden will spark your ass ([info]sparkingfreak) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2009-11-14 21:45:00
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Who: Gwen Raiden and Lindsey McDonald
What: She's been far too good lately, time to be a little bit bad!
When: Midnight
Where: The penthouse suite
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress


It had been far too long since Gwen Raiden did a bit of honest stealing. Lately she had been verging on being a good girl, what with quitting the coke, spending her time helping get the security system at the apartments good enough to keep even her out and even getting involved in a doom filled good vs evil battle to capture one of the flying tin can aliens.

It was bordering on virtuous. And that had to change.

Finding her target had been a happy coincidence. She'd been sitting in a bar a few nights ago when a clearly overly wealthy jerk in a suit started groping some waitress, ignoring her steadily increasing protests. Finally, the bastard had laughed as she'd fled in tears. Men like that thought they could have anything. Gwen intended on taking it all away.

Just because her target was an asshole, didn't take away from the illegality of it. It would still be enough to let her feel deliciously bad, if only for a while.

She'd spent the last couple of days following him, seeing where he was staying. He did have rather a lot of wealth, including a rather beautiful piece of artwork, a bronze and marble sculpture that Gwen decided would look so much better on her own mantelpiece.

The night served to help hide her, her black clothes helping her blend into the shadows. Her hair was tied back and everything about her demeanor was all business as she gathered her gear together to set about relieving Mr Asshole of his possessions.


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