Post by HALLIE WESTON on Mar 24, 2016 20:32:31 GMT -6
let me live my life
I can go get my knife or I can pull out the one that you stuck in my back. For my suffering, you've got nothing to gain. My pain is your entertainment.
her freedom? that had only been hers for about a month or so. yet in that month, the vampire had wasted no time in getting back into her normal routine of things. once upon a time she stole and robbed and looted for the fun of it, because it was something exciting to do alongside the mobsters who ruled her life. now, it was for pure survival. without the cash she brought in her from her heists, she would have nothing in this new world. how many decades had it been since she was last in america? too many. her disadvantage was that her imprisonment had kept her naïve to the technology and changing ways of the world. but at the very least, stealing things remained relatively the same. the new cameras, sensors, and whatnot were all to her benefit, being able to use them to steal things much easier. quite honestly, it made it too easy; she worked far less hard than she did in the good ol’ days…it was almost a bore now.
hallie’s targets had once been expensive jewels and banks, any thing that would bring in a great deal of money for her. but there was so much more out there and so much more meant so much more money. even those who weren’t aware of the supernatural world were willing to pay top dollar for items that were cursed, blessed, or otherwise. they were high ticket items and often times locked away safely. most were unattainable for the average person, which is where hallie weston came into play. though her freedom was newfound, she’d made quite the name for herself among the supernatural and other collectors. if they desired something, all that was needed was an extra zero on the paycheck and a few days to get to it. thus far, there was nothing she hadn’t been able to acquire and because of that, her pocket book swelled. she provided fake names and never stayed in one place for too long, trying to avoid the bounty hunter that she knew tony would send for her.
but a bounty hunter, most likely sent to kill her, was not the only thing she had to look out for. some bitch, an f.b.i agent had been after hallie for the last three weeks. her face had wound up on a security camera and raised flags not only for her grand theft, but also the fact she was a person of interest from the 30’s. if they weren’t after her for the millions of merchandise she stole, surely they were after her for being one-hundred-something and still looking like a fox. either way, it was bad news.
tonight’s prized possession she was in search of had led her to this little shit hole town, sleepy hollow. she knew very little of it, other than the rumors that a demonic horseman had been running around willy-nilly here. she didn’t necessarily believe the tale but she wasn’t going to stick around long enough to find out either. in and out, that was the goal. somewhere mayor’s office here, a relic hung on his wall…supposedly a sword that was used to remove the head from the horseman. her client wanted it and wanted it bad, offering her nearly six million dollars if she could obtain it. she didn’t ask questions but simply agreed to the transaction.
the entire ordeal had gone rather smoothly, providing she was in and out of the building in a matter of twenty five minutes. a small town like his meant very few vandals and attacks and such; people weren’t as worried about thefts and whatnot. hallie ventured a guess she could even rob the bank here, single-handedly if she so wanted. but she pushed the thought from her mind, heading off through the woods with the antique weapon in hand. she’d grown cocky with her step, meandering through the hollows without much of a care. on the other side waited her car and once she broke through the clearing, she’d happily have made a few million bucks. easy job, if she did say so herself.
only she hadn’t made it that far. in her steps, she fallen into a trap. a bear trap to be specific. it instantly crippled the blonde, bringing her to the ground as she screamed in agony as the large metal jaws clamped around her leg. her first instinct was to rip it off, using her strength to force the jaws apart. “all for a fucking sword!” she growled, reaching for the metal. when she grabbed it, a searing pain ripped through her hands, sizzling and popping as her skin burned. her perplexity lasted only a moment as she deduced the vervane on the claws and what she too assumed was beastsbane. there were no bears on the east coast, not this far down. whoever put this trap here was looking go nab a monster.
still groaning in agony, hallie removed her jacket, wrapping it around her hands as she pried the trap apart. breaths were heavy as she breathed through the pain, finally rolling up her pant leg to glance at the damage. her flesh was seared around the claw’s marks, leaving a gaping and bleeding wound. it should have healed by the vervane and it’s poisons kept it fresh and unhealing. the vampire tried to stand, but failed, stumbling back to the ground. she was smart and resourceful so she’d find a way to fix this but for now, she looked a little screwed, laying there as a target to anyone who would come across her.
hallie’s targets had once been expensive jewels and banks, any thing that would bring in a great deal of money for her. but there was so much more out there and so much more meant so much more money. even those who weren’t aware of the supernatural world were willing to pay top dollar for items that were cursed, blessed, or otherwise. they were high ticket items and often times locked away safely. most were unattainable for the average person, which is where hallie weston came into play. though her freedom was newfound, she’d made quite the name for herself among the supernatural and other collectors. if they desired something, all that was needed was an extra zero on the paycheck and a few days to get to it. thus far, there was nothing she hadn’t been able to acquire and because of that, her pocket book swelled. she provided fake names and never stayed in one place for too long, trying to avoid the bounty hunter that she knew tony would send for her.
but a bounty hunter, most likely sent to kill her, was not the only thing she had to look out for. some bitch, an f.b.i agent had been after hallie for the last three weeks. her face had wound up on a security camera and raised flags not only for her grand theft, but also the fact she was a person of interest from the 30’s. if they weren’t after her for the millions of merchandise she stole, surely they were after her for being one-hundred-something and still looking like a fox. either way, it was bad news.
tonight’s prized possession she was in search of had led her to this little shit hole town, sleepy hollow. she knew very little of it, other than the rumors that a demonic horseman had been running around willy-nilly here. she didn’t necessarily believe the tale but she wasn’t going to stick around long enough to find out either. in and out, that was the goal. somewhere mayor’s office here, a relic hung on his wall…supposedly a sword that was used to remove the head from the horseman. her client wanted it and wanted it bad, offering her nearly six million dollars if she could obtain it. she didn’t ask questions but simply agreed to the transaction.
the entire ordeal had gone rather smoothly, providing she was in and out of the building in a matter of twenty five minutes. a small town like his meant very few vandals and attacks and such; people weren’t as worried about thefts and whatnot. hallie ventured a guess she could even rob the bank here, single-handedly if she so wanted. but she pushed the thought from her mind, heading off through the woods with the antique weapon in hand. she’d grown cocky with her step, meandering through the hollows without much of a care. on the other side waited her car and once she broke through the clearing, she’d happily have made a few million bucks. easy job, if she did say so herself.
only she hadn’t made it that far. in her steps, she fallen into a trap. a bear trap to be specific. it instantly crippled the blonde, bringing her to the ground as she screamed in agony as the large metal jaws clamped around her leg. her first instinct was to rip it off, using her strength to force the jaws apart. “all for a fucking sword!” she growled, reaching for the metal. when she grabbed it, a searing pain ripped through her hands, sizzling and popping as her skin burned. her perplexity lasted only a moment as she deduced the vervane on the claws and what she too assumed was beastsbane. there were no bears on the east coast, not this far down. whoever put this trap here was looking go nab a monster.
still groaning in agony, hallie removed her jacket, wrapping it around her hands as she pried the trap apart. breaths were heavy as she breathed through the pain, finally rolling up her pant leg to glance at the damage. her flesh was seared around the claw’s marks, leaving a gaping and bleeding wound. it should have healed by the vervane and it’s poisons kept it fresh and unhealing. the vampire tried to stand, but failed, stumbling back to the ground. she was smart and resourceful so she’d find a way to fix this but for now, she looked a little screwed, laying there as a target to anyone who would come across her.
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