Thread: Soliloquy + Al Capwned

Trinitys lips held the smirk that curved them the entire way home, until she got to her temporary apartment. The place was mostly bare, a sign that she didnt really live here and didnt plan on staying too horribly long either. The dcor was modern but only the bare necessities furnished the place. A couch and a television in the living room A bed and a simply chest of drawers in the bedroom, etc. She didnt plan on inviting anyone back to her place, ever, but even if someone happened to drop by she could pretend that she was still moving in. Her furniture was on backorder, the moving company had lost her stuff There were a dozen lies she could tell since her composed back story claimed that she had moved into the city directly from Massachusetts. Looking at the clock on the wall, she realized she had more than enough time to get ready so a shower was definitely in order. When she emerged, she wrapped a soft towel about her body and set about drying her hair, applying her makeup, etc. After she deemed herself ready for clothing, she slipped on a dress and some stilettos and settled down at her kitchen counter to read over his dossier one last time Name Richard Maxwell Braxton Age 31 Date of birth 10141980 Race White Height 6'2 Weight 195 Hair color Black Eye color Blue Father Johnathan P. Braxton Mother Alice M. Smith-Braxton Known Associates Education K-12, 'Summa Cum Laude' of North Western University in Biotechnology, minor in Physics Work History Assistant to CEO- Umbrella Corp, CEO -Umbrella Corp. Criminal records NA There were other papers attached. Records, detailed invoices of products leaving and exiting the company, paid for information from a worker or two that had retired from Umbrella Corporation, etc. All of this information sorted and compiled for one reason and one reason only To get her delicately manicured fingers on Mr. Braxtons keycard so she could access the vault inside of his company and relieve him of some very top secret, very intriguing files detailing a new series of bio-weapons that Umbrella Corporation was currently working on. After she was finished reading, she stood up and walked over into her bare office, unlocking a small file cabinet and stuffing the dossier in the top drawer amongst a ton of other legitimate-looking paperwork explaining theories and articles concerning biotechnology. As she turned back around, she retrieved her evening clutch from the table and gave her apartment one last sweeping gaze. Bye, apartment. Its been fun but if tonight goes as planned I wont see you after this moment. A grin swept her berry-colored lips as she exited her apartment, closing and locking the door behind her. At 802pm, Trinity exited her gray Aston Martin and tossed her keys to a gawking Valet as she rounded the front of the car. Grinning, she placed a fingertip beneath the boys chin and pushed up, helping him close his gaping mouth. Would you like to make some extra cash? She asked in a sultry tone and the boy nodded his head rapidly, his eyes tracing over her briefly before raising to meet her gaze. Giving a low, throaty laugh, she slipped a hundred dollar bill from her clutch and tucked it into the boys pocket. That Is for keeping an eye on my car tonight and youll get three of those if you do one favor for me. She looked at the door of the bar and then back to the Valet with a wicked grin. I plan on going home with someone tonight so if you still see my car here by the time you get off of work Could you drive my car and park it on First Street for me? Once more, the boy nodded, too enthralled by the large bill in his pocket to even bother asking the most logical question How he was supposed to get the remaining money from her? So, either he got a brand new car that her employers would get back at their own leisure or he would actually deliver it for her. Either way, it didnt matter to her since she had other means of travel at her disposal, if worse came to worse. Trinity stalked towards the door, giving herself one final look over in the mirrored glass of the front door before the bouncer opened it for her. She smiled her thanks and strolled in, once more taking on the countenance of someone who was just a tad on the shy side. Pretend that drinking made her more out of control and Let things proceed from there. After gazing around the bar briefly, her eyes finally caught Richards as he sat at the counter with his torso turned towards the entrance. She couldnt help thinking that this had to be one of the better assignments that she had been given and the faintest of smirks crossed her mouth as she began walking towards him. Ahhh, Mr. Braxton. So glad you could make it out tonight. She flashed him a quick grin but then looked down at her feet before slipping into the chair beside him. Laying her clutch upon the counter in front of her, she crossed one of her toned legs over the other and let her hands smooth down the front of her skirt as if she was making sure it was laying right. So, tell me Richard When was the last time you actually got a chance to loosen up and have a little fun outside of the office?