Thread: Bad guys life for me (Bambina & Aidler)

The sound of gunshots echoing through the walls made her tense from her spot behind the concrete wall, clutching the pistol tighter in her hands, knuckles turning white. Move, they're coming up beside you! The voice in her earbud yelled at Jackie. Turning her head to the side, she could see them a short distance away. They didn't see her form pressed against the wall, she'd have a clear shot if she took it now. Instead the alternate option peaked her interest and dipping from her spot faster than a bat out of hell she took shelter behind a nearby pillar. But something from her side view caught her attention, a tall male holding a long gun, seeming to be much more powerful than what she was carrying. Shit! She didn't check on the other side! The male aimed, pointing it at her head. A single shot rang out then, not from the males rifle but from hers. She got him in leg, leaving him to fall and for her enough time to find a better hiding place, closer to her goal. That was close the girl muttered. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seagulls, waves rocking against the boat, and the occasional chatter of people, these were all sounds that calmed Jackie's out of control heartbeat and made her mind a little more at ease. Letting out a sigh she gazed at the mess riddled around her, backpacks, and equipment were strewn about the floor of the pristine yacht. As well as black work pants, a black tshirt, a mask and work boots that she had sweatily peeled off the minute she stepped foot on the boat, leaving her in a white halter body suit and nothing else. Sometimes she had to praise her boobs or lack of boobs as she could easily disguise herself as a teen boy, it certainly threw off the cops at least. Eyeing the tornado swept aftermath Jackie realized she really should pick the shit up, or at least hide it. But the mere thought up getting up made her frown. It was one of those hot days, you know the kind that made your ass crack sweat and thighs stick to whatever you're sitting on? Yeah that type of weather. Exercising of any kind wasn't recommended outside, however when you've got thugs on your ass that was the last thing you're thinking of. Jackie couldn't say she actually minded the heat though, but tiring herself out again was another story. She leaned over the railing of the boat, gazing into the dark water bellow. I wonder if they're going to miss this stuff She said, talking about the goods Jackie and her partner had managed to accumulate. I know they were a thriving gang and all, but that area seemed pretty poor. Her voice trailed off. How did she even get in this mess? A 23 year old girl from LA should be finishing their collage degree during the day, and partying their ass off at night. Then again Jackie had never been normal, always a little more...adventurous than the rest. In high school well the kids were breaking into abandoned places to smoke up. You could find little ol'e Jackie breaking into rich people's houses, or her OG job stealing cars and selling them to chop shops. Never in her teenage life had she ever dreamed of this. Teenage Jackie would be so proud, probably would have said suck it to the school and got the hell out of there. Jackie Fuentes Age 22 Personality -Good natured, always giving people the benefit of the doubt -Doesn't take shit, and can be a bit stubborn at times -Sarcastic but in a playful, lighten the mood way. -A free spirit, laid back, usually go with the flow type girl -Bad tempered if pushed hard enough Bust 34 A Height 5'2