Ciel Rivage
Character
"What am I doing?" it was all so messed up. She had gone from being a distraction, to a pickpocket, to fighting thugs, to extorting and now this - her boss had told her to kill some random guy as a favour to someone she didn't know. It was wrong on so many levels, but there she was. With rapid steps, the young woman made progress fast, soon arriving at a large gate leading into an old and abandoned industrial building. The streets around here were quiet and except for a few womp rats scurrying about and herself, it seemed be completely devoid of life. It was good - no one would mind her making her way into the building now - but then, considering for how long it was supposed to have been abandoned, she doubted that anyone who happened to be there would have minded anyways.
Looking up at the sign hanging above the door, the scoundrel begun reading "s- s- c- caar-go" It was obvious that she struggled but for being self taught with minimal help from her gang, Ciel still felt pretty satisfied and had a smile to match. With a bounce in her step, the criminal went to the large door and pressed the open button. The familiar swoosh of the auto-doors opening didn't appear though. Squinting her eyes, the girl looked at the door and then back at the button. The doors were still closed. Letting out a low grumble, she tried again, and again and again - each time, with a bit more force. Eventually, she noticed how the button seemed to have broke as it no longer plopped back out after having been pressed down. With a sigh, she backed up a few steps until she finally saw a side door - it was old fashioned and manual. Probably much easier to handle when the automations wouldn't work as they should.
Pushing against it, she noticed that it was locked. Not about to allow another door get the better of her, Ciel took a step back and directed a powerful kick at it. Hearing the loud noise the door made as it was kicked open, the scoundrel decided to be quick, not wanting to let whoever it was she was after to escape. Rushing in, she regretted not wearing something more under her protective blast vest as some dust now laid thick on her arms. Finding herself in what looked like a warehouse with a fair amount of production bands on the left, she started to make her way deeper into it whilst looking for her target. Something was worrying her though - while she had been able to filter out her conscience in the past, that ability was now becoming weaker. Lately, she had felt worse and worse about what she did and this time seemed particularly bad. Still, what was practically the closest thing she ever had to a family wanted her to be there: And there she was.
Jacques Filamino
Looking up at the sign hanging above the door, the scoundrel begun reading "s- s- c- caar-go" It was obvious that she struggled but for being self taught with minimal help from her gang, Ciel still felt pretty satisfied and had a smile to match. With a bounce in her step, the criminal went to the large door and pressed the open button. The familiar swoosh of the auto-doors opening didn't appear though. Squinting her eyes, the girl looked at the door and then back at the button. The doors were still closed. Letting out a low grumble, she tried again, and again and again - each time, with a bit more force. Eventually, she noticed how the button seemed to have broke as it no longer plopped back out after having been pressed down. With a sigh, she backed up a few steps until she finally saw a side door - it was old fashioned and manual. Probably much easier to handle when the automations wouldn't work as they should.
Pushing against it, she noticed that it was locked. Not about to allow another door get the better of her, Ciel took a step back and directed a powerful kick at it. Hearing the loud noise the door made as it was kicked open, the scoundrel decided to be quick, not wanting to let whoever it was she was after to escape. Rushing in, she regretted not wearing something more under her protective blast vest as some dust now laid thick on her arms. Finding herself in what looked like a warehouse with a fair amount of production bands on the left, she started to make her way deeper into it whilst looking for her target. Something was worrying her though - while she had been able to filter out her conscience in the past, that ability was now becoming weaker. Lately, she had felt worse and worse about what she did and this time seemed particularly bad. Still, what was practically the closest thing she ever had to a family wanted her to be there: And there she was.
Jacques Filamino