District 5
Heterosexual
20 Years Old
Relationship:
Complicated
Occupation:
Secret Broker
HG Status:
Over Reaping Age
Last Online:
Nov 13, 2018 22:52:38 GMT -7
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Post by Ava Paragon on Mar 21, 2018 20:50:59 GMT -7
Late night deals were Ava's favorite. During the day, there was really no sense of danger and adrenaline like there was under the stars. Darkness consumed most places with only the moon as a dim light. Her senses felt heightened--they almost had to be. One sudden movement in the dark by a stranger could mean the death of her and her client. She could easily talk her way out of anything, but sometimes people shot first and asked questions later. Ava wasn't one of those people. If she could talk to someone instead of killing them, she would. But she also didn't hesitate to shoot if something was off. She might feel bad that she shot for a day or two, but she would get over it. That was bound to happen in her trade.
Ava met Darrius at one in the morning at an old warehouse outside of the main city. It was abandoned before the war, with only traces of graffiti and old rotting machines. Meeting on the third floor didn't bother her, but what did bother her was the fact that at any time the floor could come out from under her. The third floor had the most exits and entrances, so if something were to go wrong, she could find a way out. She always did.
Darrius was an older gentleman, one who was able to weave throughout different districts easily. He had been a client of her father's, and now he was a client of her's. She rarely met people face-to-face, but she trusted him enough to give him the papers in his hand. He didn't have access to a computer or tablet in whatever district her came from--if he came from any--so she would always give him the physical copies when he asked for them. He loved getting dirt on politicians and officials, in which he gave her that information. In exchange, Ava gave him information on District 13. She kept in contact with their underground bunker, telling them what was happening on the outside in exchange for money. She would never give that information to the wrong person, but Darrius' sister lived in District 13 and he worried about her. It was wholesome enough, so she gave him the bit of information she knew about her.
They continued with small talk. He lightly flirted with her while she reminded him of his wife, though he really didn't care about her. She knew if she made any type of physical advance, he would cheat on his wife in a heartbeat. She'd known that for a long time and was one of the most prominent things in his file if his wife ever had the price to see the dirt on him. Her ethics were muddled, and everyone knew that. All of her clients had a file on them and she would give it up in a heartbeat. That was really for anything. She would give up most things for the right price, some information costing more than anyone could afford.
As Ava was about to give Darrius the file, she heard something on the floor below her. "Get out of here," she told Darrius. He gave her the cash and she gave him the file. She trusted that he gave her the right amount of cash. If he didn't, he would definitely pay for it later. Bur right now, she didn't have time to worry about some missing money.
She took out her pistol, trying to walk lightly on the grainy floor. She went down the main staircase slowly, ready to shoot if anything happened. Ava was glad that this wasn't happening near the city because gunshots are loud. When she got to the door to the second floor, she whipped the door open and was on guard. It was darker on this floor, with only two windows to shed light. Her heart was beating fast, but she couldn't get this sly smile off of her face. Adrenaline was pumping through her, a feeling that she loved. It was knowing that she could die at any minute that gave her this rush. She turned this nervousness most people had into excitement. She was still focused because she definitely didn't want to die, but she wasn't afraid of death. That was this trade and was something that she had to understand fast.
In the shadows, she saw some sort of figure. She raised her gun with pristine focus. "Hey there, why don't you come on out? Things would be a lot easier for the both of us." Her voice had a demanding yet feminine tone to it. She wanted to get her point across, both seeming threatening but also showing that she didn't want to shoot.
WORD COUNT: 795
TAG: Open
NOTES: Yet another unnecessary open thread that I've made lol
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District 5
Heterosexual
23 Years Old
Relationship:
Single ;)
Occupation:
Confidential
HG Status:
Over Reaping Age
Wallflower
Last Online:
Sept 14, 2019 15:28:36 GMT -7
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Post by Aiden Solis on Oct 12, 2018 20:57:37 GMT -7
Aiden's dealer was late, and he would pay for it. He was one of Aiden's newer clients, which was why he'd chosen the warehouse as a place to meet. The warehouse was a place he often chose to test out his new dealers. It provided some interesting opportunities. It was remote and empty, which made it seem like an easy place to rob and cheat someone. If anyone Aiden dealt with was planning to cut him short in one way or another, the warehouse seemed like the perfect place to do so. There were several exits, and since it was just a one-on-one meeting, everything felt prime for a betrayal. But the thing was that Aiden had one of his kids watch the place hours in advance, knew all the exits and entrances by heart, and had a paid shooter waiting in a nearby building if he was needed. On a couple of occasions, the shooter had been needed. Actually, thinking about it now as Aiden sat on the dirty floor, he'd need to find a new testing ground after the next betrayal. The meeting was set at 12:30, so Aiden had gotten there around 11:45. His kid hadn't seen anything suspicious, but it never hurt to be early. He found his spot on the second floor, sat in the dark with his back against the wall, and waited. 12:30 came and went, but Aiden wasn't entirely without intrigue. He heard movement on two different occasions, jumping soundlessly to his feet and pulling his gun both times, but the movement continued to the floor above him. If his dealer was late enough to see these other people come to the warehouse, maybe he'd been scared off - or maybe the people on the floor above him were his own trap. Either way, Aiden couldn't leave, not yet. No longer sitting, Aiden waited near the center of the room. He had people ready to respond to his call if he needed it, but most things he was perfectly capable of handling himself. At 1:04 am, something crashed through the window near where he had been sitting before. Cautiously, he moved forward to investigate, saw that it was something small that glinted in the moonlight, and immediately booked it in the opposite direction. He'd gotten halfway to the door when it burst open, admitting one of the people who had most likely been upstairs. He froze on instinct, seeing the flash of the gun and not wanting to trade one death for another. He'd take none of the above, please. The figure with the gun spoke before Aiden had a chance to, and with relief, he recognized it. Ava. He didn't need to ask what she was doing here - mostly because there wasn't time, but also because he could figure that much out. Her name was on the tip of his tongue to call out, but he knew better than that even now. "Talk later, move now," he said urgently, moving in her direction again. Hopefully she was just as quick to recognize his voice and avoid shooting him, which would make their sexual relationship just a bit less sexy. He picked up speed, planning to pull her back toward the stairwell and out toward the nearest exit if he remained unshot.
WC: 553 Tag: Ava Paragon |
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