@poptart
Felicity rushed back into her dining room, quickly running her arms across her table to knock all the shit off of it, shattering several plates and scattering silverware. Her expression seemed panicked, almost, completely unlike anything Joker had seen of her prior. She dumped the stack and rolls of paper onto the table, and then left just as hurriedly. She jogged over to her window, peering out the blinds and then shutting them up as tightly as she could, pulling the light-blocking shades over. This was the least safe house she could have possibly gotten, because, well, it was her house. And that wasn't intelligent at all. But she had to make due.
She jogged again across the room, to her landline phone; archaic, indeed, but still useful in some instances. She proceeded to tear the line out of the wall, and then break the phone casing open. Seemingly content, she threw it across the room. At this point, or perhaps earlier, it was clear that she was getting twitchy as fuck. Her cell phone was the next victim, crashed against the ground.
Joker had been called to her place under the pretense of one on one study, and the additional subtle pretense of student-teacher makeouts. Whatever Joker believed would have happened was entirely untrue, as neither of those things would occur. Rather, he would have been seated in her dining room. Whatever adolescent fantasy ran through his head, it would all be for naught, as she walked out of her bedroom, not in lingerie, but brandishing a 9mm and checking the magazine before laying it on the table to return to her bedroom.
She returned out to deposit all the paperwork and then to wreck every electronic device around, stripping out the panels to check for anything nonstandard. Apparently satisfied, she finally gave a long sigh and slumped down in a chair. After the calm, cool, collected Chevalier he witnessed in the classroom, this seemed an entirely different affair.
In fact, Felicity was experiencing what is kindly known as a relapse. After having kept herself from doing any illicit activity for so long, when she finally accepted she would, she exploded. She didn't like a student seeing her like this, but it wouldn't be the worst moment in these upcoming few days, nor the most exciting. She was one of the worst influences a teenager could have, and she relished in it.
"I invited you here, Joker, because I plan on conducting my first theft on this island. However, this is at least a two man job, and without the time to rapport with the underworld, I'm left with very few options. This means you'll be my second," she went to the first paper on the top of the pile, handing it to him. "this is the target. You've been here longer than me, so I'm sure you're aware of it. Gomorrah, the night club. I managed to gain access to case the place initially by convincing the frontman I was only half human and that I was in fact a shapeshifter, though I used a different face. I got the floorplan- which isn't everything, since things change since public records are made, plus I can't imagine that a demon like Baltimore wouldn't have some fanciful secret passages somewhere-" mind you, if there's more than one, he's breaking some laws of mystery- "Gomorrah is based on a city from the Bible, one of those cities where all the inhabitants did all kinds of things that certain people didn't like, so God destroyed them all..." quickly realizing she was going on a tangent, she stopped herself.
The paper she handed to him was just a flyer, but underneath that paper were lists of the guard rotations, where each was, significant landmarks in the place, even down to menu items. Most significantly, an 'establishment closed' sign she had pilfered. "I was planning on it regardless, and though I do enjoy hiding in plain sight, this makes things easier. The place will be closed and it will be simply a get in, get out operation. Baltimore is gone, and he was the primary threat; the goons will be no more difficult to avoid than a museum security guard. My source says the primary object is a necklace, though there are other things we can find as well."
Her ramblings seeming sufficient, she finally took a deep breath and stopped completely. She stood up, bending over to grab Joker by the shoulders.
"I'm inviting you to join me for the experience. I cannot guarantee your safety, but I will take full responsibility. This is real; so no texting, no rumors, no talking. The only way we can get away with this is if no one thinks or knows we have any possible connection to it. I know firsthand the power of some of the investigators on this island, and I have no intention of testing them. Yes, or no?"
Felicity rushed back into her dining room, quickly running her arms across her table to knock all the shit off of it, shattering several plates and scattering silverware. Her expression seemed panicked, almost, completely unlike anything Joker had seen of her prior. She dumped the stack and rolls of paper onto the table, and then left just as hurriedly. She jogged over to her window, peering out the blinds and then shutting them up as tightly as she could, pulling the light-blocking shades over. This was the least safe house she could have possibly gotten, because, well, it was her house. And that wasn't intelligent at all. But she had to make due.
She jogged again across the room, to her landline phone; archaic, indeed, but still useful in some instances. She proceeded to tear the line out of the wall, and then break the phone casing open. Seemingly content, she threw it across the room. At this point, or perhaps earlier, it was clear that she was getting twitchy as fuck. Her cell phone was the next victim, crashed against the ground.
Joker had been called to her place under the pretense of one on one study, and the additional subtle pretense of student-teacher makeouts. Whatever Joker believed would have happened was entirely untrue, as neither of those things would occur. Rather, he would have been seated in her dining room. Whatever adolescent fantasy ran through his head, it would all be for naught, as she walked out of her bedroom, not in lingerie, but brandishing a 9mm and checking the magazine before laying it on the table to return to her bedroom.
She returned out to deposit all the paperwork and then to wreck every electronic device around, stripping out the panels to check for anything nonstandard. Apparently satisfied, she finally gave a long sigh and slumped down in a chair. After the calm, cool, collected Chevalier he witnessed in the classroom, this seemed an entirely different affair.
In fact, Felicity was experiencing what is kindly known as a relapse. After having kept herself from doing any illicit activity for so long, when she finally accepted she would, she exploded. She didn't like a student seeing her like this, but it wouldn't be the worst moment in these upcoming few days, nor the most exciting. She was one of the worst influences a teenager could have, and she relished in it.
"I invited you here, Joker, because I plan on conducting my first theft on this island. However, this is at least a two man job, and without the time to rapport with the underworld, I'm left with very few options. This means you'll be my second," she went to the first paper on the top of the pile, handing it to him. "this is the target. You've been here longer than me, so I'm sure you're aware of it. Gomorrah, the night club. I managed to gain access to case the place initially by convincing the frontman I was only half human and that I was in fact a shapeshifter, though I used a different face. I got the floorplan- which isn't everything, since things change since public records are made, plus I can't imagine that a demon like Baltimore wouldn't have some fanciful secret passages somewhere-" mind you, if there's more than one, he's breaking some laws of mystery- "Gomorrah is based on a city from the Bible, one of those cities where all the inhabitants did all kinds of things that certain people didn't like, so God destroyed them all..." quickly realizing she was going on a tangent, she stopped herself.
The paper she handed to him was just a flyer, but underneath that paper were lists of the guard rotations, where each was, significant landmarks in the place, even down to menu items. Most significantly, an 'establishment closed' sign she had pilfered. "I was planning on it regardless, and though I do enjoy hiding in plain sight, this makes things easier. The place will be closed and it will be simply a get in, get out operation. Baltimore is gone, and he was the primary threat; the goons will be no more difficult to avoid than a museum security guard. My source says the primary object is a necklace, though there are other things we can find as well."
Her ramblings seeming sufficient, she finally took a deep breath and stopped completely. She stood up, bending over to grab Joker by the shoulders.
"I'm inviting you to join me for the experience. I cannot guarantee your safety, but I will take full responsibility. This is real; so no texting, no rumors, no talking. The only way we can get away with this is if no one thinks or knows we have any possible connection to it. I know firsthand the power of some of the investigators on this island, and I have no intention of testing them. Yes, or no?"