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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 8, 2015 16:12:53 GMT
She'd heard muffled noises, some voices, the odd word... she'd been mostly blind but after a while she had been able to make out the vaguest of shapes. Now that she could see and hear again Kitty stared in shock.
"What..." She looked down to ascertain who the dead men were, checking their pockets for valuables. She then turned about and left the room, trying to find someone, anyone, who might still be in the building and could tell her what was going on.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 9, 2015 6:43:17 GMT
She was not disappointed by the loot. Harlan Slade was a wealthy man, though it was difficult to not get blood on her new cash.
Outside the room, tear gas filled the theatre. The screaming had stopped, hopefully due to a successful evacuation. She knew there was a side stairwell nearby that would lead her to the ground floor safely.
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 12, 2015 19:27:51 GMT
Kitty swiftly made her way towards the side stairwell, holding her fur coat up in front of her eyes (after stashing the cash in it). She could probably have altered the cells in her eyes to withstand the chemical compound in the air but that would take a bit of time and she would rather be out of this mess.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 13, 2015 20:17:52 GMT
Outside, she was greeted by a police officer. "Hey! We got another one here!" He cried out to the other cops and an ambulance nearby. "You're going to be okay, ma'am, we've got medics right there. Can you see alright, ma'am?"
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 15, 2015 11:50:46 GMT
Natasha coughed twice and rubbed her eyes. "Yes... I... yes I can see alright, I think," She said, blinking several times. "What happened in there!?" She asked, feigning an agitated manner common to normal people.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 16, 2015 19:17:58 GMT
"Some psycho ran through with some tear gas grenades, Miss. Our boys just arrived on the scene. The medics are right over here." A woman in a blue EMT outfit put a blanket over your shoulders. "It's okay." After a few minutes of examination, the officer took Kitty's information. He then asked, "Did you see anything, Miss?"
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 18, 2015 20:36:55 GMT
"I... I was dancing for... for the men who were killed..." She said, making herself seem more agitated than she was. "But then the world went black and there was a bang and... gunshots."
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Post by The Astronomer on May 19, 2015 0:30:40 GMT
"One moment, ma'am. Hey, Dick! I got a witness!"
A tall man in a trenchcoat, stubbled and well-built, approached. "What tact, Officer. You'll make Detective in no time."
He looked at Natasha in a way that was both lascivious and nonjudgmental. "Dick Montana, Major Crimes Unit. Yes, that's my name. Sorry for the trouble, but please start from the beginning, Miss...?"
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 19, 2015 15:58:18 GMT
Natasha waited for the detective, pulling her coat tighter around herself. She could really do without the attention and for a moment she considered sneaking away. Then the detective arrived and Natasha felt herself immediately disliking the man.
"Kitty," She replied plainly, unwilling to give her full name. "I was dancing for the man in the back room. Then then there was a bang and I couldn't see anything. When I could they were dead."
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Post by The Astronomer on May 19, 2015 23:00:43 GMT
"Kitty." He frowned and massaged his temples. "I have an illegal immigrant for a star witness to a case that will be on every channel in the country by tomorrow. FUCK, the Gods of Law and Order are unkind." He sighed. "Maybe the boys in NOVA will kill the bastard first." He gestured to a group of heavily armored figures preparing to enter the building. The Narcotic Operations Vanguard of Ambrosia (or NOVA) was ostensibly designed as a new measure in cracking down on drug-related crimes in Starcrown. It was rumored more than a few military contractors played a part in fashioning the division, and there was already a long line of civil rights advocates in front of Mayor Barker's door.  |
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Post by Natasha Abramova on Jun 1, 2015 15:12:33 GMT
"Not illegal," Kitty responded, frowning at the man, though her gaze was drawn to the squad that moved into the club. She realized then that she would probably not get away as easily as she had hoped.
Closing her eyes, she reached out into the detective's brain, reaching for the amygdala and locating the part where his most recent memories were stored. She attempted to interrupt that part of the brain briefly, making the man confused until she was able to move out of sight.
Source: 6
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 1, 2015 16:28:52 GMT
Dick Montana twitched his head, before leaning against the ambulance. "Sorry... migraine..." He sat down beside her in the back of the ambulance. "I'm sorry, miss... What were you saying?"
Noone was paying attention to the detective's momentary lapse as NOVA began storming the building. It reminded Natasha of life in Russia, the police state tearing the cities and countryside apart for her kind, and tearing apart those who stood in their way. That was a crueler climate, though.
As they moved inside, she could make out Steve Jenkins and the other dancers wearing blankets.
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Post by Natasha Abramova on Jun 1, 2015 20:52:12 GMT
"Nothing, thank you detective, you have been very helpful," She said, offering the man a pretty smile. She rose and headed over to where Steve and the others were, suppressing a shiver as she remembered her home and how things had been there.
She walked up to the group and looked about to see if any of them were hurt.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 2, 2015 19:41:08 GMT
Steve was busy shooing hecklers trying to get a look at his employees, who were now wrapped in think blankets. He waved Kitty over, "Come here, girl!"
When she approached, he leaned down and whispered, "I told the cops you were still offduty at the time. Please tell me you didn't mention Slade's name..."
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Post by Natasha Abramova on Jun 13, 2015 3:09:44 GMT
"Of course not, Steve," Kitty replied with a weak smile, giving him a small thankful squeeze. "He did not ask much just... I think he wanted to just get a closer look at me. The pig." She shook her head in annoyance. "How are the girls?"
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