Jamie_the_Brown
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 9, 2009
Felicia Hardy was having a good day. She was in New York, easily in her top five favorite cities in the world, largely just because of how vibrant the city's culture was. Good night life, a bevy of wonderful restaurants, beautiful people going about their lives, always with an appreciation for beautiful things.
This culminated, of course, in lots of high-priced goodies that she could sell on the black market, which always made her happy. And any day that included a security guard who was easily duped out of his security pass was a good one. It was brazen, even, how she approached the front door of the museum, clad in her sensuous black catsuit that accentuated her qualities quite nicely. She drew the security pass out of her top and slid it through, before going at the door with her lockpick.
Mere moments later, the lasers went off from the security room, and she almost sashayed into the center of the room, humming a little tune to herself as she approached the antique ruby brooch that she was particularly interested in today. The glass came away easily with the liberal application of her claw, and she drew out the brooch, sliding a poorly made duplicate back in its place. It wasn't intended to fool, but rather just waylay suspicion briefly. Then she put the glass back, carefully rotating it to look nigh seamless. Well, that was that. She slid the brooch into the unzipped part of her catsuit, before turning around.
It was time to jet, and with any luck, no red and blue spidery do-gooder would show up tonight. Funny how she was only half right this time.
This culminated, of course, in lots of high-priced goodies that she could sell on the black market, which always made her happy. And any day that included a security guard who was easily duped out of his security pass was a good one. It was brazen, even, how she approached the front door of the museum, clad in her sensuous black catsuit that accentuated her qualities quite nicely. She drew the security pass out of her top and slid it through, before going at the door with her lockpick.
Mere moments later, the lasers went off from the security room, and she almost sashayed into the center of the room, humming a little tune to herself as she approached the antique ruby brooch that she was particularly interested in today. The glass came away easily with the liberal application of her claw, and she drew out the brooch, sliding a poorly made duplicate back in its place. It wasn't intended to fool, but rather just waylay suspicion briefly. Then she put the glass back, carefully rotating it to look nigh seamless. Well, that was that. She slid the brooch into the unzipped part of her catsuit, before turning around.
It was time to jet, and with any luck, no red and blue spidery do-gooder would show up tonight. Funny how she was only half right this time.