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The train station was packed, it had been a long ride from Montana, and Marissa Lawson was all too happy to be able to stretch her legs more than just walking up and down an aisle. Stepping off the train her thick heeled steel-toed boots made a thump with each step. She had just found her newest prey, but the intel of him relocating from Montana to the bustling of New York had been received late. Marissa couldn’t help herself when she found someone she wanted she had to pursue them like a cat mindlessly tracking a field mouse with no care where it was going as long as it got the prey in the end. The air was thick with various smells and toxins, but she’d smile brightly pulling her long black hair into a messy ponytail before heading to the vehicle cart to wait for her Ferrari 488 Pista Spider to be unloaded. Her phone buzzed silently in her pocket, “hm?” Pulling it out a notification had popped up, swiping the notification away with her thumb she’d open an app called Blume Corporation. “Where are you my pet?”
The Blume Corporation App was a form of illegal technology that could only be purchased on the black market if you had connections. The programmer would then meet with the buyer in person and hack the program into the phone, masking it as a social media platform. The phone would scan the users face constantly while the app was open. If it detects another face it would pull up a social media page that talked about it as a mixture of Find My Friend and Facebook. This app allows the user to hack into any cellphone, laptop or other digital data devices to gather information on the device’s users. This information ranges from their contact card (and contacts) to their calendar, text messages and their social media applications. If a hacker is skilled enough and the technology they are attempting to hack into isn’t outdated then they could even jam or hack into communications, cause blackouts (by overloading transformers) and even hacking into traffic lights.
Marissa tapped 24273 on her phone, a digital code she had used to give an ID to Chase, pressing the scan button she’d start attempting to locate him. If he was close enough then she knew she could start hacking into his phone to take a peek at his calendar.
It was a sunny day as spring was just a few days away from transition into summer and there wasn’t a single cloud in the bright blue sky. A couple of guys would approach her as she was left waiting once more. They weren’t shy about looking her over, the body check was something that she was more than accustom to. Her breasts were all-natural and oversized to the point that she had to purchase a special bra. The bra wasn’t the only thing that Marissa had to specially purchase. All of her jeans were specially created to house her hidden impressive endowment. “What?” Luck would be on her side as a beautiful beast of a car was carefully unloaded and a man called out her name. “Sorry boys,” winking at the duo Marissa sidestepped and approached, “that’s me.” Receiving her keys after verifying her identity and signing the tablet.
Tapping her right then left ears the black ear clips would morph and connect in the middle to form a pair of high-tech Burberry square shades. Getting in, she’d pulled down the eagle door, rev the engine and sped off in her silver bullet. At the first red-light, Marissa jacked her phone into the car’s panel starting the search for her prey once more, “scan for 24273. Find and hack into the location.” Using voice commands, she’d shift gears and start looking for the high-end eateries/restaurants knowing that Chase was a private restaurant rater. “Where are you,” turning on her Tidal music streaming app, her care would start to blare with rock music but no sound was heard outside of the Spider.
The Blume Corporation App was a form of illegal technology that could only be purchased on the black market if you had connections. The programmer would then meet with the buyer in person and hack the program into the phone, masking it as a social media platform. The phone would scan the users face constantly while the app was open. If it detects another face it would pull up a social media page that talked about it as a mixture of Find My Friend and Facebook. This app allows the user to hack into any cellphone, laptop or other digital data devices to gather information on the device’s users. This information ranges from their contact card (and contacts) to their calendar, text messages and their social media applications. If a hacker is skilled enough and the technology they are attempting to hack into isn’t outdated then they could even jam or hack into communications, cause blackouts (by overloading transformers) and even hacking into traffic lights.
Marissa tapped 24273 on her phone, a digital code she had used to give an ID to Chase, pressing the scan button she’d start attempting to locate him. If he was close enough then she knew she could start hacking into his phone to take a peek at his calendar.
It was a sunny day as spring was just a few days away from transition into summer and there wasn’t a single cloud in the bright blue sky. A couple of guys would approach her as she was left waiting once more. They weren’t shy about looking her over, the body check was something that she was more than accustom to. Her breasts were all-natural and oversized to the point that she had to purchase a special bra. The bra wasn’t the only thing that Marissa had to specially purchase. All of her jeans were specially created to house her hidden impressive endowment. “What?” Luck would be on her side as a beautiful beast of a car was carefully unloaded and a man called out her name. “Sorry boys,” winking at the duo Marissa sidestepped and approached, “that’s me.” Receiving her keys after verifying her identity and signing the tablet.
Tapping her right then left ears the black ear clips would morph and connect in the middle to form a pair of high-tech Burberry square shades. Getting in, she’d pulled down the eagle door, rev the engine and sped off in her silver bullet. At the first red-light, Marissa jacked her phone into the car’s panel starting the search for her prey once more, “scan for 24273. Find and hack into the location.” Using voice commands, she’d shift gears and start looking for the high-end eateries/restaurants knowing that Chase was a private restaurant rater. “Where are you,” turning on her Tidal music streaming app, her care would start to blare with rock music but no sound was heard outside of the Spider.
Name: Marissa "Kitten" Lawson
Gender: Futa
Age: 25
Height: 5´10"
Current Activities: Pursuing Chase; formerly known as Nicolas
Social Media Activities: Has several fake accounts that she uses for stalk her victims/prey.
Probably sexual penchants: Bisexual, Sadistic, Cat/Mouse (hence why she likes stalking her prey).
Police Records: Unknown
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Gender: Futa
Age: 25
Height: 5´10"
Current Activities: Pursuing Chase; formerly known as Nicolas
Social Media Activities: Has several fake accounts that she uses for stalk her victims/prey.
Probably sexual penchants: Bisexual, Sadistic, Cat/Mouse (hence why she likes stalking her prey).
Police Records: Unknown
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Because from a predator and prey aspect Marissa is a Cat (or "Kitten") and is hunting for Chase who represents the "Mouse".