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Post by Lex on Apr 16, 2005 17:23:57 GMT -5
The woman looked around the room, everything remained still. She smirked confidently as she lifted the painting from its hook. She froze as the alarm began to wail. “damn…” She muttered under her breath as footsteps joined the moan and raced towards the room.
The guards looked at each other, speechless. No one was there. Almost everything looked untouched, showing no sign that anyone had entered or exited. One of them stepped forward to examine where the painting at once been. Tacked to the wall was, written in blood, a note reading;
Good luck my friends.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN SHE GOT AWAY?!” The chief roared as he stood from his chair. His face seemed to elevate to an even brighter red than usual. He began to squeeze a stress ball, he seemed to calm down slightly.
“Sir, we still haven’t got a clue how she did it, it isn’t possible for her to have done it alone…We believe that there were others assisting her in the robbery.” A rather skinny officer stated weakly before cowering back behind the other two police officers in the room.
“Well find out!” He boomed out. The officers nodded and left the room. The chief sighed as he leaned back in his leather office chair. He scratched his head in confusion as he gazed out his window.
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Post by Lex on Apr 16, 2005 17:25:19 GMT -5
Name: Desdemona Radcliff, most people call her Dez or Demon. Age: 19 Race: Supposedly human but has almost inhuman abilities. Gender: Female Weapons: None, since she seldom gets caught and when she does she relies on her agility and strength. Appearance: Demon has long, straight black hair that reaches down to her thighs. Her eyes are a deep red and her skin is a pale tan. She has various scars on her body, her most evident one being a scar that runs over her left eye. She usually wears a black leather corset top and leather pants.
Bio: Demon was born in an upper class neighborhood. Many would’ve thought she had a good childhood, or at least up until her parents died in a plane crash when she was 10. Demon refused to go to the orphanage and ran away the night after her parent’s funeral. By running away she gave up all claim to the wealth she would’ve inherited. Demon took after her father, who had been a well known thief before she was born. She began to steal for what she needed and soon began to make herself a small fortune. On her 15th birthday Demon met a man who called himself X. She was given her first assassination job. Since then she has worked for X, but is always left in the dark on the reasons for her thefts and assassination jobs.
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Post by Little Nightling on Apr 16, 2005 17:41:54 GMT -5
OOC May i join?
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Post by Lex on Apr 16, 2005 17:43:47 GMT -5
OOC-Yup! And how do you like my starter thingy? Its from a story I wrote in 4th grade.
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Post by Tenty on Apr 16, 2005 17:45:16 GMT -5
ooc- may i join?
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Post by Lex on Apr 16, 2005 17:45:48 GMT -5
OOC-Ya.
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Post by Little Nightling on Apr 16, 2005 17:46:32 GMT -5
OOC -applauds- it great! ^^
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Post by Little Nightling on Apr 16, 2005 18:00:17 GMT -5
OOC do i have to post a BIO?
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Post by Lex on Apr 16, 2005 18:04:25 GMT -5
OOC-Perferably, but I guess you don't have too.
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Post by Little Nightling on Apr 16, 2005 18:11:22 GMT -5
OOC k hold on one minute
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