[ti]Open[/ti]Why Things Are The Way They Are || Open Mar 21, 2018 20:50:59 GMT -7
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.
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NOTES: Yet another unnecessary open thread that I've made lol