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Post by Ophelia Cait on Dec 14, 2010 22:52:56 GMT -5
Ophelia’s red hair needed to be dyed once more. The top of her head was showing black. It made Ophelia frown but there was nothing she could do about it now. In any case she wore a black feathered mini top hat. She was dressed in a long black dress that looked like she could have stepped out of a fashion show. She was wearing black toeless Juicy Couture boots and a mini black cape lined with silver sparkles. Her purse was a large Kitsch bag, all of the women had small clutch bags but hers was large and it was empty. Empty of all except her lock picking kit and the other small tools she would need.
There were several types of places Ophelia stole from. The first was museums. But she wanted to give that a rest for now. She had hit a lot of museums in a lot of places all over the world. If she continued to go at them then they would all beef up security. She kept up with the latest celebrities and hit their many houses when they were out at parties. The idiots had so many pendants, rings and artwork that they rarely noticed anything out of place. The next on her list was rich people, rich visiting businessmen. And of course Princesses. Ophelia had once stolen 25 million dollars in jewelry from a Saudi Arabian Princess while she was visiting in Italy. Don’t ask why she brought 25 million dollars of jewelry, but she did, and Ophelia took it. Still, the money was never enough. It was like some crazed fetish. Ophelia wouldn’t be able to stop. Ever. Not even if she had 999 billion dollars.
Then good pickings were always famous clubs. Club owners always kept valuable things in their private rooms. Ophelia had studied this new club and new that the third floor was blocked off and belonged to someone by the name of Skuld. The club was famous. If Ophelia got lucky she could perhaps make an extra fifty thousand dollars. Of course pickings from clubs were rare because few owners seemed to have extravagant amounts of money. This man, Skuld, whomever he was, seemed filthy rich. Or he at least owed the bank a lot of money. That or investors. It usually ended up being a 10% chance that there were good pickings but Ophelia was bored.
Ophelia had skipped going down into the basement. It was mostly filled with serious drinkers: the girl who had just turned 21 and was getting wasted, half a fraternity of attractive rich men who were wasting away their college years before they would join daddy at his law firm, and of course the crew who were into serious drugs. They would probably drink, turn around and have something infused up their nose.
Ophelia walked across the first floor. There were places to drink and eat. The place was packed. Ophelia knew one thing at least; she needed to make her money back from the horribly outrageous price of admission. There was no way in hell she could knock off the club. That was common robbery and she was more talented than that. Leave no witnesses behind and all that jazz. Ophelia walked up the stairs to the second floor. It was filled with strippers, whores and the smell of food. When Ophelia was sure no one was looking she walked up the next stairs of flight. By the time she was up the stairs she had the tools in her hand she would need to unlock the door to lead her to the third floor.
Twenty seconds was Ophelia’s new best time as she opened the door. “So needs a better lock.” Ophelia smirked to herself as she locked the door behind her. She bent to her knees and did an overall scan. There were no signs of movement. She had asked around earlier, for a bartender, to see if she could buy the owner a drink and he had told her that he was settling a problem in the basement right now. Ophelia could be in and out in ten minutes. But given that there were so many interesting things in the room she wanted to make it twenty. It would be a quick grab and stash. Then she would exit her way out of the club, pass off the items to an upper seller who would then find buyers for the items.
**CLOTHES**
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skuld
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Post by skuld on Dec 15, 2010 20:54:21 GMT -5
Skuld wore one of his normal black suits with a white dress shirt and a black tie, with the jacket of the suit unbuttoned and open to reveal the white shirt and black tie. He was working today at his night club, The Shadow Dragon. Ever since he had gotten enough money to call himself rich, he built this place for mainly his entertainment and because it kept money flowing in. He worked whatever day he wanted, but mainly just walked around to see how people were enjoying themselves, and if his employees were doing their work properly. On the weekends he was a party animal, and he partied hard on the first and second floor. His getaway was the third floor where he lived. At the moment he had to go down to the basement to deal with a problem that hard started itself up down there. Some guy was getting a little too drunk and was causing problems for the other drunks. Skuld was not big on those who could not handle a little alcohols, but he enjoyed them being there and getting their money. He walked down and immediately people knew he was there. Not only did he stand out with his formal ware, but mostly because he let a little of his demon aura out to let the humans feel fear; which made them fall silent. He walked down the steps and over to one of his workers to ask who was causing the problems. After being told that it was the guy sitting in the middle of the room Skuld made his way over there.
“Sorry sir, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I can’t have you making my other costumers unhappy.” Skuld said in a kind gentlemen voice. The drunken man got all upset and started to shout hateful words and foul language. Skuld’s aqua blue eyes grew darker in color and he looked the man right in the eye, causing the man to shut up really quick. “You will leave, but feel free to come back when you are under control.” Skuld said still in his gentlemen voice, but below it was a dark demon ready to crush this human. He would not tolerate someone who was being all down and just not a happy person at his club. The drunk nodded his head and stumbled his way out of the basement door, where people who just wanted to get a drink came thru.
Skuld let out a sigh letting his demon aura return back in and his eyes go back to a light aqua color. His employ thanked him and Skuld simply nodded and then went up the stairs to the first floor. He liked the first floor the best because it was relaxed at the same time fun and read to break out into a wild party. One of the bartenders called out his name; Skuld walked over, and found out that a girl wanted to buy him a drink. Skuld was very pleased. He was often offered by women to be bought drinks, but normally he was the one who ended up buying, well; really getting it for free. He told all of his workers to report to him anytime someone said they wanted to buy or give him something. “Is she still here?” Skuld asked wanting to see the lovely lady who had asked to buy him a drink.
He was told that she was last seen going up to the second floor and with that information; Skuld went up to the third floor. This was where the more high paying people came to get their fill of women and expensive drinks. Skuld spent some time here, mostly for the ladies, he did love the ladies. He looked around the room and did not notice a woman that would even remotely look like she would buy him a drink. Then he got a feeling like someone was in his room.
He walked over to the steps that led to his room and went up the first two steps and stopped. He could already tell that someone had walked up these steps and they were in his room. He walked up the steps ever so quietly and looked at the door lock. It looked as if no one touched it, but Skuld knew, it had been done by a professional. He smiled and used his electricity to travel into his room so that whoever was in his room would not see him coming.
He then sat on his bed; a wall blocked people who came thru the door from seeing him right away until they took a few more steps in. Skuld sat on his bed with a smile on his face as he loosened his tie. He was very excited to see who was in his room and what they were doing in here. Plus he wanted to see how they would react once they got to his bedroom area where he had a stack of cash sitting on his night stand. He never would have thought he would have been a target for a robbery.
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Dec 16, 2010 12:18:10 GMT -5
Ophelia looked about the rooms on the third floor. She had absolutely no interest in candlesticks or silverware. There was some artwork on the walls and Ophelia took some time to inspect it. There was nothing that was by anyone deceased and famous. Not that Ophelia could tell and she could tell! Ophelia knew everything there was to know about art. She could even create replicas, down to aging the painting and everything. Of course it was too much work to fake paperwork and to find a buyer. It was easier to steal something. The funny thing was, even though Ophelia could mimic a painting and age it so that it would pass inspection from an expert she could not paint on her own. She was dreadfully horrible.
She opened a few drawers looking for any signs of jewelry. It was better when they had wives or at least girlfriends. A woman meant jewelry and the jewelry they demanded in exchange for romantic activities did not come cheap. There was nothing of interest in one room. There were no expensive or rare first editions or even second edition books. Contrary to popular belief sometimes second edition books could be even more than first. But that was usually if there was something gone wrong with it and it was discontinued, or with a signature. But those were always easy enough to fake. Plenty of times Ophelia had turned a thousand dollar book into twenty-five thousand dollars by adding a cheesy signature, ‘Thanks for being a fan [author name]’, ‘Love [author name]’.
Ophelia sighed. There was nothing good to ransack. If she didn’t find something she hoped she would find cash. At least enough money to make back the cover charge. Ophelia would forever cringe at the thought of losing money on the club fee. She would if nothing was available here, pickpocket something on the way out. But that was troublesome. It would involve Ophelia watching for signs of wallets going into pockets, dancing and then accidentally bumping onto said person and then making her exit strategy.
Ophelia then went into the next room. She could not see the bed but she saw the pile of cash on the nightstand. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Ophelia replied as she rushed the pile of cash. She took the large bills and flipped through them. The denotations were twenties which was the perfect denotation since hundreds were not accepted anymore. She flipped through the twenties looking for any sort of ‘funny’ money, trackers and the likes. She found nothing. Ophelia began to put the large stacks of money into her large purse. She never looked to the bed to see the owner sitting there as still as a sex doll. She was just so absorbed by the money. This called for a money bath!
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Post by skuld on Dec 16, 2010 21:02:39 GMT -5
Skuld sat silently as he used all of his senses to know what was going on, on the third floor that belonged to him. It had a lot of rooms that he filled with useless junk and other things that just needed a place to be. His room was where he put all the important things. His room and another room a little further down that had a whole set of locks that held different kind of valuable things for humans and demons. Skuld remained still and could hear the opening of doors and drawers. It did not seem like whoever was stealing from him was pleased with what they were finding or they were greedy and grabbing anything they found. Skuld doubted that they were the thief was an average criminal, after all they were able to break into the third floor without anyone noticing, but security was not really high inside the building as it was outside. He would have to get better locks on the door that lead to the third floor or set a trap of some kind. He was still enjoying every moment he sat still listening to his target draw closer. He wanted to see who it was, as far as he could sense, it was a human but that was not really important to him. He did not care whatever spices it was, he was just amazed at their skill for doing all that they were doing.
His room door opened and there was a moment where he could not see who it was due to the wall but the person soon made an appearance and headed right for the cash on his nightstand, saying a cute little phrase. It was a female, a young one at that; possibly around 21 or so and her outfit was cute or sexy. Cute and sexy sort of ran in the same boat when it came to talking about females that were not demons. Well, really anything that was cute was a little sexy, or possibly Skuld still did not know the difference. He still did not move even when she picked up his money and looked threw it.
He could not help but to let his smile spread across his face a little more, until the point where he let out a chuckle. He tried his best to hold it back, but it was just to hard. He loved that she was so pleased with the money that she did not even notice him sitting on the bed. Even if he was being completely still, he thought someone would at least notice him. He was good looking and he was not ashamed to admit it. Being good looking meant you got the women and attention. He sat more comfortably on his bed and let his one leg cross over the other, the way a gentlemen would. He looked her over and all his attention on focused on her.
He remained silent, wanting to see if she noticed him at all, what she would say, and how she would react. He wondered if she was the kind of human who would jump up ten feet in the air and let out a yelp like an animal. Was she a human who would just run off like they were being chased by a mad man? Or if she would stand frozen not sure what to do, or that whole I don’t see you, you don’t see me thing. He would really like it if she were the type to just faint from fear/shock like they saw a ghost.
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Dec 17, 2010 0:11:10 GMT -5
Ophelia was busy stuffing money into her large purse when she heard a large chuckle. Her eyes turned wide and she jumped an inch into the air, turning slightly to face the noise. The large wad of money did not fall from her hair but she grasped it tighter. Her mouth opened and turned into an ‘O’. Ophelia promptly closed her mouth and her face frowned. “I thought you were a sex doll.” The thief admitted. The man looked so handsome that she thought he was something manufactured from a factory. That and the fact that he hadn’t moved an inch. Ophelia cursed the design of the wall.
“I assume you’re Skuld.” Ophelia said and then continued. She did not need him to confirm it. “So tell me. How many cameras are in this club? – And, their locations!” What Ophelia wanted to know was if she was scene on the cameras going up to the third floor. As a professional thief she always carried her tool kit, a gun and a needle filled with poison that would kill instantly. Of course since this was a club Ophelia did not know whether there would be random gun checks or metal detectors so she decided to leave the gun at home. The needle packed with poison was buried in her purse. She would have to use it. Just not on herself.
Ophelia’s motto was, ‘No witnesses’. This club owner would detain her, call club security and they would call the police. There was no way in hell that Ophelia was going to jail. She never had to kill anyone before but there was a first time for everything. “Tell me now!” Ophelia said as she put the wad of cash back on the pile with the others. She was pretending that she was going to return the other cash but she was fishing for the lock on her purse to remove the hidden needle in the seam work. Skuld would probably confess where all the cameras were because he would assume Ophelia would be going to jail. There was no reason for him to not tell. He would talk to just make conversation.
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Post by skuld on Dec 17, 2010 14:39:54 GMT -5
Skuld was very pleased by the thief’s reaction with a little jump and she looked right over to him. He took it as a complement when she thought he was a sex doll, which meant that he must have been almost perfect in looks. It was a demon thing really; they all had really good looks when they took on the form of a human. Skuld always thought he was better looking in his demon form, but he was a demon so he was bias. He sat still and comfortably on his bed as he watched all her movements carefully and listened to her words.
She knew him apparently, but he was an owner of a big and famous night club so that was to be expected. As a club owner he decided to use his part of his name; Skuld, which seemed to travel around fast and he told all his workers to call him that. When it came to formal things, he used two parts of his name; Verin Verdelet. His name was really long as most demons names where, mostly because it prevented people from saying their full name and summoning them. Even if he didn’t mind being summoned, because it meant that he could gain some souls. His dad might be pleased by that, his dad was very hard to please. Verin found himself thinking off topic and was brought back when she was talking about cameras and stuff.
“Yes, there are cameras.” Skuld said not really being able to tell a lie, since he was a demon. He could have always not said anything or avoided the truth, but he didn’t mind just telling the truth. He thought for a moment of where he placed all the cameras in the club where at. Most of the cameras where outside, around the building itself, at the entrances, and at all the steps leading to the different levels of the club. He figured she must have been worried about being caught on film.
“You would be one hundred percent on the cameras coming in and going up to my personal floor.” Skuld said true fully and then stood up to go closer to his little thief, who seemed to be going threw her bag. He had hoped she planned on returning any money that she had already placed in her purse.
“All the recording tapes are in the room next door, but you need a special key to get in.” Skuld said he stepped closer to his little thief and pulled out a key and dangled it in front of her face for a few seconds and made it seem to vanish. He was a demon so he was all about tempting people to want or do things. He was very happy to see people do bad things, but he also enjoyed the good that they did. He was an odd demon when it came to certain things; he just wanted to watch all the species. If he could bring them all down to hell, he would have a zoo with a few of each kind and just watch them. He would just observe them all day and never leave his home in Hell.
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Dec 18, 2010 1:33:12 GMT -5
Most people would have showed some sort of outburst at being compared to a filthy sex doll but Skuld just seemed so nonchalant. Ophelia knew that there were cameras. There were always cameras. But some establishments kept them in some very odd places. It was always good to find the main control room. “Yes, that’s quite terrible.” Ophelia replied. “Being on camera.” Of course Skuld had no idea that Ophelia was not referring to her being on caught going into his study to take money. Ophelia was referring to her being caught on camera and murdering him! Of course it would not be in cold blood since she would be killing him with poison.
“I guess I should give this money back to you then.” Ophelia replied as she slowly moved a few feet towards the club owner. She was looking for a vein because the poison would work better if injected directly into a vein. She listened as Skuld told her that the tapes were being recorded in the room next door and that she would need a special key to get in. “Here’s your money.” Ophelia said as she took out the large wads of bills, the needle underneath. Ophelia began to hand the money to Skuld and then she dropped the bills and plunged the poison in Skuld’s vein.
“Don’t worry,” Ophelia said as she looked at the empty needle. “I don’t need a key to get in. Even a special key. I can get in myself. But no matter, you’ll be dead in thirty seconds. So if I do need the key I can take it off of your cold dead body.” Ophelia was referring to the fact that he had done a magic trick to the key. Of course the key had to be on his body somewhere. Ophelia picked up the money and put it back in her bag, and then she scooped the rest of the money on the dresser into her bag. From there she walked to the next room and began to work on the door. And then she realized he could still call the police, even if he wouldn’t be able to finish the call. Ophelia walked back into the room, back against the wall as she crossed her arms, looked at the watch on her hand and waited for him to die.
[[Hope you don’t mind that she jabbed the needle with poison in you. Not like you’d die since you’re a demon.]]
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Post by skuld on Dec 18, 2010 23:46:48 GMT -5
Skuld stilled watched her closely, feeling something odd about the whole situation taking place. He felt like she was up to something bad, which was not really bad in Skuld's mind; if that made sense. If there was the right word for the situation it wold be fishy. He was very pleased to hear and see that she was giving him his money back. Money was not that big of a deal in his mind, but to the humans it meant everything. If it was important to the humans then it had to have some importance to him as well.
Skuld reached out to take the money, but she dropped it. Skuld then went to go pick the money up, but before he could bend over, she stab him with a needle in his neck. It wasn't like it was super painful, but it did sting a little. The poison didn't feel to pleasant, but it would not kill him. He was a demon, but she didn't know that. Skuld let himself fall to the floor with a thud. Not really sure how a person stabbed with poison should react. Skuld loved that she was willing to kill in order to get away with a steal.
He really loved the part about her getting the key off his cold dead body, which meant she would have to search him. Even if the key was not really on his body in the first place. He really threw it under the bed when he pretended to be hurt by the whole needle stabbing thing. he heard her put the money back in the nag, leave, and then come back. The whole time Skuld wonder how he was going to play this off. She was clearly waiting for him to die, was he suppose to just combustion on the spot. Skuld let out a sigh, not sure what he should do, so he just stayed on the floor.
"So, whats your name. You already know I'm Skuld, so I think I deserve to know your name. Before I die and all." Skuld said all casual like as he rolled over on his back and looked up at his ceiling. He was still trying to come up with a plan around not dieing. He could not die, and even if he pretended to die, he would lose his club. Skuld refused to lose his club, so while he thought up a plan, he figured he get to know his little thief.
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Dec 19, 2010 13:07:56 GMT -5
After Ophelia jabbed the needle into an innocent mans neck she felt nothing. She knew that she should have cried. She should have felt guilty. She should have bent over him and begged him for her forgiveness. She should have called 911 and turned herself in. She should have tried to get the poison out of his body, somehow. All of those things she should have done, could have done and yet she did none of them. She just watched with cold eyes and felt nothing. She felt no sympathy for the innocent man. She did not even feel particularly evil. She wanted the money. He had stopped her. She had dealt with the problem.
Skuld looked up at the ceiling of his room. It was not the best of places to die. It certainly did not have a good view. If Ophelia were to die like that, she’d want to see the stars. It would remind her of Rhi, Rhi. “Well everyone knows the club owners name.” Ophelia responded before sighing. “The names Ophelia.” She said. What was it going to hurt, her giving the dying man her name and all? It wasn’t like he could tell anyone. He would be dead. As dead as a door post. As dead as a bed post. As dead as a paper clip. As dead as … why wasn’t he dead yet?
Ophelia watched wondering if she should just put her foot on his neck. That was a very cold hearted thing to do. She wondered if she wiped the needle down if she could make Skuld look like he committed suicide instead of being murdered. There was nothing to say. She was just waiting. What did you say to a person who you just killed? She couldn’t say sorry. She didn’t mean it. She didn’t even regret coming here tonight. Not with all of this money she found! What had happened to her? She used to be so caring.
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Post by skuld on Dec 19, 2010 14:37:43 GMT -5
Skuld nodded his head at the fact that it mad sense that everyone would know the club owners name. It was a big name club and he did spread the information about his club. It was the best way to insure he stayed the best club and received costumers of all kinds. Even this little murder human, even if she could not really commit murder when it came to a demon. "Ophelia, a beautiful name." Skuld said using his charm even as he lay on the floor still looking up at the ceiling. Skuld had finally figured out how he would handle the situation, he was not sure if it was believable or not, but it was something he saw work on t.v.
Skuld sat up slowly before doing a big stretch, stood up, and then sat on his bed looking at the wall. "Look, poison has no effect on me, I use to eat all kind of things when I was little." Skuld said not telling a single lie, for he could not even if he wanted to. He did use to eat all sorts of things down in ell and poison had no effect on him. He could not really give a story on why it did not work. No without saying he was a demon and he could not die so easily as most if not all humans did. He just hoped that she would use the two things that he said and create a story using her imagination.
Then Skuld remembered that she wanted to kill him so she could have his money. He could give her some money and then send her own her way. he could also call the cops, since he was already pulling out his cell phone out of his pocket. Or she could work for him, that way she was getting paid. "Do you work under someone that makes you steal, or do you do it because you like it?" Skuld asked really wanting to know as he flipped open and closed his phone. Touched the numbers but did not press any of them yet.
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Dec 19, 2010 20:19:34 GMT -5
“I suppose.” Ophelia replied. If she had any choice in a name she would have given herself something like Ashley, Cindy, Candy or maybe Caroline. But changing her name would require going before a judge and courthouses made her extremely nervous. Ophelia had never been inside one. She was frightfully worried that if she went in she would never be allowed to leave. One judge could order the bailiff to take her away and then she would be wearing an orange suit. She would keep her name. It wasn’t as if she had to use it.
“That is a suicide needle.” Ophelia said as she watched Skuld get up and sit onto his bed. “That cyanide should have killed you in thirty seconds.” Ophelia was slightly speechless. She was sure the poison was good. It wasn’t as if she had ever used it before but the poison was grade A. It was good. And she had jabbed it into a nice vein in his neck. It wasn’t really the ideal place. But a vein was a vein! The heart should have pumped the blood with the cyanide and he should be foaming at the mouth or something. However the hell he was supposed to die.
Was Ophelia going to have to do this the hard way now? “I do it because I like it.” Ophelia said wondering if the poison was going to work soon. “I have 375 million.” Ophelia smirked. She wasn’t going to stop even if she had 999 billion dollars, which was her goal. Ophelia could not stop stealing even if she wanted to. It was like some intense pleasure. The thrill, the rush, the money. “I am afraid that I can’t allow you to make any calls.” Ophelia said as she tried to take the phone away from Skuld.
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Post by skuld on Dec 19, 2010 20:50:46 GMT -5
Skuld shrugged his shoulders, not sure how to respond how the needle was super deadly. he was not sure if she was buying it or not, but at least she was not throwing the word monster around. Skuld disliked the word monster when humans used it. They made it seem so bad, but monsters were good, what was a monster even? He was pleased to hear that she was doing it by choice. It was only o.k to force someone to do something if you had the power or stronger then them. Skuld realized that he was not making sense in his own mind once more. Then his minds started to wonder until Ophelia came closer to take his phone from him.
Just like the key he did a little magic trick and made it disappear, he could have called anytime he felt like it. There was really nothing the little human thief could do. He would not let her think that their was no hope, that could make her depressed and Skuld didn't like when people where depressed. Skuld was not sure why she told him how much money she had, but it was a big sum and i seemed weird that she wanted to keep living the life of a thief. What ever made her happy, made Skuld happy. "What if you stole for me?" Skuld said with a sly smile as he relaxed on his bed and made his phone reaper.
Skuld then went back to flipping his phone opened and closed while he waited for a response. Wasting all his time up on the third floor would make people worry about him. Skuld was not one to miss a big night like this. Even if he didn't call the police, someone would call to check on him soon. At least he hoped, his workers were not as caring for him as he had wanted them to be. They didn't understand his family complex, so it was o.k.
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Dec 21, 2010 22:28:46 GMT -5
Ophelia watched as Skuld made the phone disappear. She stepped backwards and looked at him. Her small eyes turned wide with shock. She had seen someone do a similar trick. It was so similar that she knew that he must know someone named Ezra, master thief. Ophelia had met Ezra while she was robbing a museum. She was after the Tiffany’s Yellow Diamond, and when she had replaced it with a fake she had bumped into Ezra where he had lifted the diamond from her and replaced it with her fake. She had to go into the museum a second time to retrieve the original diamond. Then she went further into stealing his Red Ruby Necklace from his home.
“Sorry. I don’t work for demons.” Ophelia replied. Of course she did not believe that Skuld was a demon. But the word had come to mind when she was meeting with Ezra. And surely Ezra and Skuld had met if they could do that same disappearing trick. It was more like…magic then thieving. Real thieving like Ophelia did: plotting and breaking and entering with extracting the merchandise. The word demon had actually bothered Ezra a lot. “Let me guess. You can read minds too!” she said trying to imply that the jig was up. It was annoying how Ezra could read her mind. But Skuld did not appear to, or at least he was better at hiding it. ‘If you don’t put that phone on the bed,’ Ophelia thought. ‘I am going to strangle the life out of you with this purse strap. That is, right after I hit you over the head with that lamp over there.’
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Post by skuld on Dec 21, 2010 23:14:56 GMT -5
Skuld panicked a little on the inside when Ophelia said she did not work for demons. Had she figured it out. What gave it away? Was the whole not effected by poison so hard to believe? Or was it him making things vanish, but he saw that on t.v. Well, he knew that things that happened on t.v, most normal humans could not do. But how was Skuld suppose to know who was a normal human or not. Was Ophelia on of those special humans? Then Skuld's mind wondered why she did not work for demons, even if it was irrelevant to the situation.
Then Ophelia brought up him possibly being able to read her mind, and Skuld was confused. He supposed it was not impossible for a demon to read peoples minds, after all they could block people from reading theirs. Skuld only knew how to block people from reading his thoughts, not really being able to read their thoughts. He was just good at making guess and reading peoples body language. Skuld gave a blank stare when Ophelia fell silent, she was thinking something, but Skuld did not no what. From the vibe he was getting, it was not good.
Skuld was not sure if he was suppose to play along with this readying mind game or not. Would it make her believe he was a demon, or would it all seem like some big joke. He did have the feeling that she was going to hurt him once more. "Are you going to attack me again?" Skuld ask trying to sound like he knew the answer from reading her mind, but really he had no clue. He didn't want her to attack him again, so he put up his guard, but he still remained relaxed on his bed.
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Dec 22, 2010 11:51:39 GMT -5
Unlike before, now Skuld’s face seemed to be an open book. Where before he had seem cool, calm, collected and almost had the audacity to feel as if he were in charge of the situation. He did not seem bothered by the fact that Ophelia had jabbed him in his neck of all places with an extremely deadly poison. No. In fact he seemed more worried by a single word then by the fact that the poison should have killed him already. “Oh my god.” Ophelia replied as she involuntarily took a step backwards. “You’re a real demon!” she blurted out. Of course she did not take things in the literal sense since she could not use her imagination to imagine Skuld with wings, horns and bathing in the fiery pools of hell. But she did take demon to mean some sort of demon.
It was sort of like screaming, ‘I did not see you murder anyone’ when you saw someone murder someone and you were in a really good hiding spot but you just gave it away by shouting your existence. Of course they were going to kill you. But the ‘You’re a real demon’ was so involuntarily it was just blurted out with no time to think. Though Ophelia really, really, really wished she could take it back. ‘He’s a real fucking demon.’ She thought in her mind. She thought of Ezra and how he had stolen the diamond so easily. How Ezra had been able to slip past prison guards. And how she had never seen him at night. Though to be fair she had only seen him three times. How Ezra was always able to find Ophelia. He could read minds! And Ezra had a bunch of really, really, really old stuff in his dusty house. Ezra was a demon. Wasn’t Skuld? He should have dropped dead from the poison but he didn’t.
Ophelia took a step backwards trying to leave the club the way she had come. Who cared about being on a video tape when you were in a room with a demon? - One who could kill you. One who would kill you. Ophelia didn’t beg. She did not ask the demon not to kill her. Certainly It would do the opposite. Instead she tried to gracefully make her way towards the exit. So what if she was on a tape. She could change her appearance. She never used her name Ophelia. Her home, her car, everything was under an alias. She never used her real social. She didn’t have a paper trail. And if she was real epic, she could do something about the tape once it was in the polices hands. There was nothing a good old bomb couldn’t do if used correctly in the proper time. Wouldn’t be good to blow up something when the tape wasn’t in their current possession since she would just be searched for harder. “Okay. Bye. I’m going to go now.”
[[If he appears behind her, she’ll faint for sure. LOL.]]
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