[Bad username or site: velvet @ templeton] What does a girl have to do to get a cigarette around here? I can pay in secrets.
006. getting in [ She can't lie, she's always had a thing for the fast life. Souped up cars, drinks on the train, Heathrow to JFK, there was something appealing about going somewhere. But hover bikes are completely different speed, way beyond what the science division cooked up. She finds herself staring, watching a few of them pull up to the club.
If anyone asks, she seems apologetic. ]
What? Oh no, it's not mine. I've never even ridden one, if you can believe it.
[ She's definitely not planning on stealing a hoverbike. But she might do it anyway. ]
007. fight club [ Velvet hasn't got a VIP pass, but does have a uniform stolen from the employee breakroom. The waitresses in this underground establishment don't wear very much— some of them use the outfit to show off various expensive body modifications— but that isn't what makes her uncomfortable as she approaches the VIP table.
She recognizes someone sitting there from the safehouse, sitting at table 1, the table she's supposed to be serving right now. What were they doing? Would they recognize her. Her free had works its way through the long wig she bought to cover the Mia Farrow pixie cut she's had since she got here. But she hadn't worn anything to disguise her face.
Velvet doesn't have much time to think. And so she decides without thinking to continue to play her role. Maybe in this outfit no one will pay any attention to her face.
Velvet places her drinks on the table and watches for any sign of recognition. ]
Is there anything else I can get you?
00X. wildcard
[ Surprise me or feel free to PM/hit me up at lightfellows to plot. ]
velvet templeton / velvet
[Bad username or site: velvet @ templeton]
What does a girl have to do to get a cigarette around here?
I can pay in secrets.
006. getting in
[ She can't lie, she's always had a thing for the fast life. Souped up cars, drinks on the train, Heathrow to JFK, there was something appealing about going somewhere. But hover bikes are completely different speed, way beyond what the science division cooked up. She finds herself staring, watching a few of them pull up to the club.
If anyone asks, she seems apologetic. ]
What? Oh no, it's not mine. I've never even ridden one, if you can believe it.
[ She's definitely not planning on stealing a hoverbike. But she might do it anyway. ]
007. fight club
[ Velvet hasn't got a VIP pass, but does have a uniform stolen from the employee breakroom. The waitresses in this underground establishment don't wear very much— some of them use the outfit to show off various expensive body modifications— but that isn't what makes her uncomfortable as she approaches the VIP table.
She recognizes someone sitting there from the safehouse, sitting at table 1, the table she's supposed to be serving right now. What were they doing? Would they recognize her. Her free had works its way through the long wig she bought to cover the Mia Farrow pixie cut she's had since she got here. But she hadn't worn anything to disguise her face.
Velvet doesn't have much time to think. And so she decides without thinking to continue to play her role. Maybe in this outfit no one will pay any attention to her face.
Velvet places her drinks on the table and watches for any sign of recognition. ]
Is there anything else I can get you?
00X. wildcard
[ Surprise me or feel free to PM/hit me up at