Jayne Smyth leaves a mark (bruyser) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-06-01 15:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, day: january 14, jamila denial, jayne smyth, player: ellery, player: liv |
1/14 [Cis-Wb]
WHO: Jamila Denial and Jayne Smyth
WHAT: Jayne is trying to play this capture cool…
WHERE: Shorty’s Philly Bar
WHEN: Tues. Jan. 14th, About 5pm
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Ongoing/Closed
Jayne did like the idea of a few days off with a squeeze. She was a young woman in the prime of her youth, she needed variation, she needed some excitement, she could do with some squeezing. In fact, she deserved a few days off, a little vacation, a chance to let her hair down and breathe. If she had to forcibly kidnap some people to do it, she was all right with that. So there might be some competition, that was fine. Jayne could handle that. She’d blow them out of the water, and take a squeeze out for a few days and be young and prime and all that stuff.
But she was going to play it smart. She wasn’t the highest of levels, but neither was her current prey. This wasn’t a normal smash and grab, they had information now, Jayne knew where her prey was going to go. Ye olde watering hole/Philly sports bar. It was clever, it was cool, it might even be easy. At the very least, Jayne might get a greasy sandwich out of it.
As soon as the challenge had been issued, Jayne had picked a middle-ground target, a Tier 2, and did some reading and came up with a plan. A whole back story, a plan of attack. Enough to get the woman to let her guard down so Jayne could get in there and rack up some points. This lady liked orphans? Jayne could be an orphan. Jayne could make a great orphan.
Now of course, a lot of this depended on luck. Not everyone just showed up when you wanted them to all of the time, so Jayne had been doing a bit of ret-con, a bit of surveillance, some staking out. She’d gotten her sandwich. It was a pretty good stakeout. She could totally sit in this bar and eat and wait for her prey to show up. She was working. Shut up, she really was. And if there happened to be a cute bartender, she could stake him out too. She’d just finished her sandwich and was contemplating dessert when she very nearly choked on the lemon slice in her ice water.
Her prey. Hell yes, stake outs work. Good stake outs. Jayne forwent dessert and told her waitress to hurry the check along, getting up and ready as soon as she could. By the time she managed this, her prey had sat down, probably had time to order. Good. Good. Her guard would already be down if she was eating something. The watering hole tactic, it worked. Jayne straightened her jacket, cleared her throat, made sure she didn’t have any food on her face, and walked around the restaurant to her prey.
When she got close enough, she gasped loudly, over the top, very noticeable. “Ms. De-nial!?” she exclaimed. “Holy shazzbot I know you,” she said, a big toothy grin. “What are you doing here? I mean eating, yeah, but do you come here? I come here. I’ve never seen you here. I haven’t seen you in like a year! Don’t you come by the orphanage no more?”