Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Aug 10, 2011 12:19:36 GMT -5
red headed vixen I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.
Federal Marshall
Isi had finally found someone that she could trust to ask for information. Though there was a downside. This person was human and questions would be asked if they were killed. But if you couldn’t trust the government, then who could you trust? But the Birds of Prey were an elite group and they tangled with the supernatural all the time. Isi was pleasantly pleased. With the money she would be paying this informant, cash, Isi had no doubt that this person would not and go and take this information to the vampires. It was a matter of human principle.
This information was the sort of thing one wanted to stay anonymous for. If they got caught having this information, vampires would kill both of them! That there was a Master of the City, a vampire who thought himself Mayor, Governor and Senator of the city needed to be kept hush-hush! The humans would freak out because they certainly did not elect anyone to be Master of the City. Isi had only found out this information by serving out warrants of execution. Some vampires thought that if they gave her the goods on the MoTC that she would let them live. Though it was only later that Isi finally had this confirmed. This person actually existed!
Isi had dialed the number on a pre-paid cell phone she had purchased just for this occasion. Then she had gone further by making demands. That she needed information and she needed it at the Harrah’s Casino. She had even gone as far as to send a paid ticket to the show by messenger, first class! Isi had promised twenty-thousand dollars for this information. She would bring cash to the casinos show. 8:00, Isobel had best not be late.
Isi had twenty thousand dollars in twenty dollar bills in one envelope in her inside pocket. In another envelope she had fifty thousand dollars in twenty dollar bills. Then she had even gone a step further as to have one hundred thousand dollars in her purse. Isi had been careful to not have her fingerprints on this money. Nor would it be traced back to her bank. She had worked on getting this money a few years ago untraceable and had it stored in her safe for just such a promising purpose.
Isi entered the casino; she was wearing black pants, a black top and a black hoodie. The top of the hoodie was for now, down. She gave a cursory sweep of the casino at first glance. There were the usual high rollers, the trophy wives, the prostitutes of various classes, the men spending away their paycheck, the occasional homeless man and the various amounts of bachelor and bachelorette parties. There was a wide variety of people gambling.
Isi moved away from the gambling section and passed the all you can eat buffet dinner. The food was absolutely delicious and Isi had a horrible habit of eating here with her co-worker and fellow Federal Marshall, Mercy. Though Isi had not seen Mercy in some time. Perhaps she was going through some family problems. Still, they were friends and Isi should give Mercy a phone call.
All around the casino were security guards. They were big beefy attractive males. Isi wanted to slip in and out without causing attention or drawing a scene. In her gloved hands she slipped out her ticket causing the man who was looking and checking tickets to give pause. This was a VIP ticket entitling Isi to a private table with a good view of the show. And at casinos if a VIP wanted their ass licked, you better lick it and say it tasted like rainbows!
Isi smiled at the man as he called someone to escort Isi to her table. “I am expecting someone.” Isi said in her faux Brazilian accent. “Please see them to my table even if they are a little late.” She slipped the man two twenty dollar bills and Isi knew that all he could see was the money. Isi followed the man to her table and gave him a twenty also. It was 7:49 and the room was already dark in preparation for the show. She was also alone at the table.
The table was far from the front row. There they could whisper under their breaths as if talking about how magnificent the show was. Isi slid up her hood. When the waiter came around Isi ordered two Island Iced Teas. Now all Isi had to do was wait. She was confident that the contact would show. She would wonder how Isi had her information. Not to mention she would wonder who would be that daring to send ahead a ticket. And the cash was always a plus.
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Post by isobel on Aug 10, 2011 20:26:41 GMT -5
The last customer left the flower shop. Tossing the keys to the young boy who ran the register, she told him, "Get on locking this place up, would you? I'm gonna do inventory." As she passed by the counter the phone rang. Without hesitation, she lifted the receiver to her ear. "Ipsel Flower Shoppe, I'm sorry, but we're closing. Our hours are from nine t--" A female voice on the other line cut her short. All right, actual work! Grinning broadly, Isobel nodded, but knew the woman couldn't see. "Whatever you wish, ma'am," she told her, hanging up. Great, she would have to leave the Shoppe to the kid tomorrow, but she was sure he could handle it.
Tomorrow came, and Isobel readied herself. Unfortunately, the ticket was for some casino show. This meant she would be going unarmed. Ha! Peacock unarmed? What was the world coming to? No, she simply hid her two knives. The obsidian tank top she wore fit perfectly over the hilt of both knives at her back. They were not really all too comfortable tucked into the back of her pants, but it was better than nothing. Making sure to loop her boot strings around the back once, keep them from untying and tripping her up, she slipped her pants leg over them. Coming to the mirror before her, she threw a wink and a kiss before stepping out the door.
Her "modest" little BMW sat in the driveway. Hopping in, she started it up and drove off. The casino wasn't too far away. Still, she had about ten minutes to make it. Whatever, if the girl wanted Peacock, the girl would wait. Didn't she know all good things come to those who wait? Chuckling to herself, Isobel stepped out of the car and into the parking lot. A few guards stood at the door, but she wasn't the least bit intimidated. "I'm meeting someone here. You know a girl waiting for someone, possibly looking for someone of my description?" she asked the first guard she came to. He nodded, leading her off.
Waving the guy off, Isobel offered her hand to the girl. "Call me Peacock," she introduced herself. Taking a seat, she smiled arrogantly. "So, what sort of work do you have in mind? I trust your money's good?" Her eyes wandered the place, keeping an eye on the guards. If her knives slipped she would get booted. Wouldn't do to get kicked out before she even saw the money.
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 148
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Aug 10, 2011 20:47:25 GMT -5
red headed vixen I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.
Federal Marshall
Isi looked at the woman’s hand. She did not take it. This wasn’t some sort of church fundraiser! Isi did not want to get into names. Though she already knew Peacocks real name. “I don’t have a name.” Isi replied. She looked forwards and took a sip of her drink. “I hope you don’t mind but I’ve ordered a drink for you.” It was a Long Island Iced Tea, loaded with alcohol. Though even alcohol couldn’t calm Isi’s nerves. She wouldn’t even try to get wasted.
“The money’s good. If the job is good. I hear you’re the one to go to for a certain let’s say, shall we, type of information.” Isi already had contacts but they told her where warranted vampires were hanging out. The usual. Isi could find and retrieve a missing teenage girl or boy for her parents faster than the FBI with the help of her contacts and maybe a bit of Isi persuasion.
But the type of information she needed was the type no one knew anything about or was unwilling to give. Through various killings Isi had learned about a Master of the City. And if Isi’s guesses were correct, and they usually were, then that Master of the City wouldn’t want Isi to know a single thing about him. He wouldn’t even want her to know that he or she existed. Isi wondered if he or she, this Master, had people keeping tabs on her and the other Legally Licensed Vampire Executioners. If the situations were reversed, Isi would spend big money to keep tabs on Isi.
“I need someone who I can trust to give me this information and not stab me in the back by selling it back.” That was the perfect job, if you could get it. Sell people information, then sell the information to the person of whom it was requested on, then the buyer dies and the seller is free to repeat the process with other interested parties. And if there were any such information that could get Isi killed, this was most certainly this! Isi had to hope a fellow human wouldn’t sell out a fellow human.
“Are you the right person for this job?” Isi asked. She turned her head to look at Peacock. Isi was wearing black pants with a black hoodie, the hood was even on. As the lights were off Isi might have looked invisible except to the trained waiters who could serve drinks in the dark. The show was starting and a bunch of girls came from behind the curtain, dancing and doing various things with their legs. This was the perfect place for meeting. The show would distract everyone, and the darkness really helped out a lot too.
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