Thread: Natural Born Killers (Yuna & TomC1307's 1x1)

Angelique Robertson PicsDeandra2.jpg PicsDeandra2.jpg Each and every city and town within any nation had it's flaws and shadier individuals and areas. Even the smaller and more 'innocent' seeming locations could hide the most sadistic and cruel people within them. Angelique Robertson was one of those said members .. or rather, she used to be. But now, she was done with that line of work, the one of an assassin. She paid her way out, given the other way was the traditional though very unpleasant method of death. After all, it'd be bad for people to go around and revealing things that the public shouldn't know, yes? Angelique had no love for the company of sorts anymore and she'd made that perfectly clear upon her departure. So to say she was rather relieved to be out and free again was quite the understatement. The pay and jobs had been exciting and rewarding at first. But over the years, the targets became too easy, too simple, too boring. That plus her own close calls with self-appointed vigilantes and the law had made her want her freedom back once again. And now that she had it, she was hell bent on keeping it. Deep within the seemingly naive blue orbs of the twenty-three year old, there was a huge, hidden amount of resolve and determination. For now, however, she would allow them to lie to the public. She appeared as nothing nor no one overly special. Just another citizen residing in the overly-crowded city of Houston, Texas. Normally, she hated crowds. But cities like here were definitely some of the easier ones to keep oneself hidden away and concealed in. It was a bit foolish, Angelique knew, to be as overly cautious as she had been. But she also knew the Agency she used to work for had tons of others besides her that worked for her. And if they were as 'cautious' as herself, she wouldn't put it past the bastards to attempt to send someone after her. Her head lightly shook no as she glanced out from the window, watching various street names, people, and other typical sightings pass by as she sat upon the subway. It's been several months now ... She murmured lowly to herself. And with that last reassuring thought, the public transportation soon arrived at her destination. Standing up, she slipped a hand into her left pocket, purposely avoiding the other one as it had her .. 'protection'. To be more exact, a small but powerful pistol and pocket knife. They'd been her primary weapons she used to use but it didn't stop her by any means from keeping them on her. Inside her left, though, was an MP3 player. And as she hit the 'Play' button, lyrics began to echo in her ears, the headphones having been concealed by her raven locks given how small they were. A soft sigh passed her lips as she walked off the subway and began going towards her house. Fine, efficiency but who was keeping track? It had everything she needed to live, survive, and seem like a normal citizen. That was all that mattered. The volume wasn't too loud to disturb others or keep her from hearing any vital noises. Simultaneously, it wasn't too soft that she couldn't enjoy the lyrics and music. Soon, the following words began to echo gently in her ears .... No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes ...