Post by catrin on May 24, 2012 21:17:54 GMT -8
December 23rd, 6:30pm
Look at 'em all... all the little happy families...
Catrin shouldered her way through the crowds pouring through Diagon Alley, careful to keep her deep leather hood from slipping. She wore her usual dragon-leather onepiece suit under the long leather cloak, bits of her masses of brilliantly red hair peeping out from beneath even these shields, but everyone was busy that they didn't even notice the tall redhead.
Look at 'em... shopping, eating, smiling... they could use a little excitement in their lives... She fought down a grin, brushing past yet another happy couple with their 2.5 children. Pausing beside a building as though looking into the window there, she slid something out from under her cloak and fastened it to a niche in the brick, then moved on. She repeated the process several times in a certain area, covering an entire corner of the alley, then stopped directly in the center of the area, not caring that she was blocking traffic. Under her cloak, she snapped her fingers lightly... once. All around the area, tiny flashes of green fire answered her in unison, from all the places she'd stopped.
"Hey, lady! Watch it!" an irate man berated her after bumping into her himself. Catrin shot him a glare that would have melted paint and certainly took some of the bluster out of him; he gaped at her for several seconds, then hurried on, muttering an apology.
"Watch your own fuckin' step, bub," she hissed through her teeth, then turned and headed off towards Knockturn Alley.
It wasn't as easy to spot her there; though there were fewer people and certainly fewer families, it was also much darker. The red-haired woman blended into the shadows marvelously in her black leather attire. Several more people did bump into her -- Catrin wondered in amusement if some of the men who did were hoping that she might be going about offering her company -- but all received the same glare that the first man had.
Heh... they'll be beggin' for company after this... not to mention a clean pair of boxers, after they sh-
Her own thought cut off as she whirled into the shadows, hiding herself from an approaching group of Imperium Guard. She wasn't particularly worried about them at the moment, but she didn't want them catching sight of her before her set-up was finished.
Then they can see me all they want... damn what Sullivan says about 'keeping low'...
She paused at a few more windows in the darker alley, then repeated the snap test. Sure enough, the little green flames answered her once more, in perfect sync.
"Show-time," she murmured, her full lips quirking into a grin. She turned on her heel and retreated, her vast cloak swirling about her as she melted into the shadows further into the alley. It didn't take her long to find a sturdy drainpipe, which, after a swift glance around to make sure no-one was watching, she climbed, ascending until she reached the roof.
With cat-like tread, she made her way along the slanted surface, leaping across the fairly narrow gaps between buildings, until she reached a location where she could see both alleys at once. A small frown came onto her face as she lowered her hood, a frown of concentration and repressed eagerness. She raised both hands, performing a complicated series of finger-snaps, alternating between both hands.
TA- ta ta - TA - ta- TA- TA -
She paused just before the final snap, a wicked smirk lighting her face, her red hair blowing about her like demon fires.
"Boom..." she whispered, not caring if it was cliched, and snapped both hands at once, making a sharp sound in the sudden silence.
Snap.
BOOM.
Both alleys erupted into fire, explosions rocking all the buildings in the area so intensely that Catrin slipped, nearly losing her balance enough send her tumbling. She caught herself just before she fell and burst into laughter... laughter at her own near-death, laughter at the screams below her, laughter at the growing fires that raged with magical intensity.
That'll show 'em.
"Merry Christmas, everyone!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, not caring if anyone heard her, and laughed again, more wildly than before.
It's not like it matters, anyway, if I get caught... this is all out of jealousy, anyway, over that pup. Just letting off steam. Let 'em catch me. Let 'em burn...
Look at 'em all... all the little happy families...
Catrin shouldered her way through the crowds pouring through Diagon Alley, careful to keep her deep leather hood from slipping. She wore her usual dragon-leather onepiece suit under the long leather cloak, bits of her masses of brilliantly red hair peeping out from beneath even these shields, but everyone was busy that they didn't even notice the tall redhead.
Look at 'em... shopping, eating, smiling... they could use a little excitement in their lives... She fought down a grin, brushing past yet another happy couple with their 2.5 children. Pausing beside a building as though looking into the window there, she slid something out from under her cloak and fastened it to a niche in the brick, then moved on. She repeated the process several times in a certain area, covering an entire corner of the alley, then stopped directly in the center of the area, not caring that she was blocking traffic. Under her cloak, she snapped her fingers lightly... once. All around the area, tiny flashes of green fire answered her in unison, from all the places she'd stopped.
"Hey, lady! Watch it!" an irate man berated her after bumping into her himself. Catrin shot him a glare that would have melted paint and certainly took some of the bluster out of him; he gaped at her for several seconds, then hurried on, muttering an apology.
"Watch your own fuckin' step, bub," she hissed through her teeth, then turned and headed off towards Knockturn Alley.
It wasn't as easy to spot her there; though there were fewer people and certainly fewer families, it was also much darker. The red-haired woman blended into the shadows marvelously in her black leather attire. Several more people did bump into her -- Catrin wondered in amusement if some of the men who did were hoping that she might be going about offering her company -- but all received the same glare that the first man had.
Heh... they'll be beggin' for company after this... not to mention a clean pair of boxers, after they sh-
Her own thought cut off as she whirled into the shadows, hiding herself from an approaching group of Imperium Guard. She wasn't particularly worried about them at the moment, but she didn't want them catching sight of her before her set-up was finished.
Then they can see me all they want... damn what Sullivan says about 'keeping low'...
She paused at a few more windows in the darker alley, then repeated the snap test. Sure enough, the little green flames answered her once more, in perfect sync.
"Show-time," she murmured, her full lips quirking into a grin. She turned on her heel and retreated, her vast cloak swirling about her as she melted into the shadows further into the alley. It didn't take her long to find a sturdy drainpipe, which, after a swift glance around to make sure no-one was watching, she climbed, ascending until she reached the roof.
With cat-like tread, she made her way along the slanted surface, leaping across the fairly narrow gaps between buildings, until she reached a location where she could see both alleys at once. A small frown came onto her face as she lowered her hood, a frown of concentration and repressed eagerness. She raised both hands, performing a complicated series of finger-snaps, alternating between both hands.
TA- ta ta - TA - ta- TA- TA -
She paused just before the final snap, a wicked smirk lighting her face, her red hair blowing about her like demon fires.
"Boom..." she whispered, not caring if it was cliched, and snapped both hands at once, making a sharp sound in the sudden silence.
Snap.
BOOM.
Both alleys erupted into fire, explosions rocking all the buildings in the area so intensely that Catrin slipped, nearly losing her balance enough send her tumbling. She caught herself just before she fell and burst into laughter... laughter at her own near-death, laughter at the screams below her, laughter at the growing fires that raged with magical intensity.
That'll show 'em.
"Merry Christmas, everyone!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, not caring if anyone heard her, and laughed again, more wildly than before.
It's not like it matters, anyway, if I get caught... this is all out of jealousy, anyway, over that pup. Just letting off steam. Let 'em catch me. Let 'em burn...