Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

It was like a very strange chill that washed right into the foyer of the great mansion. It was so thickly laced with sweat from the dancing, alcoholic fumes from drinks that got stronger and stronger by request of the very inebriated and intoxicated guests and even scents of possible sex arousing throughout the wide expanse. It was hot and it was a wonder that any chill could have cut through the heat. For Penny, she had just passed off a straight whiskey to a blonde woman wearing a pale blue dress that had such a low cut neck, she was waiting to see if one of those very fake breasts just popped right out of the confines. With the way the woman was stumbling in six-inch stiletto heels, she was betting on any moment now. She passed her the liquor and the blonde smiled to her, a very drunk smile and grazed her arm. Thank you Darling, youre a true peach! Penny caught a whiff of her breath and had to force a smile so not to let it be known she caught the very pungent scent of raw alcohol there and make a rather disgusted face. Ohyoure very welcome, Drunky-McDrunkerson. She spoke with her little lilt of an Irish accent and shook her head. A glance toward the door allowed her to drink in the tall, dark and handsome man that walked in and who also brought in the eerie chill. Oh my, break me off a piece of that She wasnt so gung-ho on her mission that she couldnt take a moment to stop and appreciate the fine art of male perfection in all its glory. Although the longer she stared at this man, she quicker she was beginning to recognize him. As it dawned on her, she made a calm retreat down the foyer. As she passed into the kitchen, she glanced at her informant who sniffled and then grazed her nose with her finger. The signal. With that, Penny tucked her tray under her arm and used the time to find herself a bathroom. Her mission details explained that Buddy Wilsons officestudy was on the second floor, behind the large double oak doors. She slipped away unnoticed by the party-goers who far too into themselves and far too intoxicated and once upstairs, quietly and carefully walked down the dimly lit hall. She was thankful that it was plush carpeting. It muffled the heels of her ankle boots. Probably a very bad idea to wear them in this weather but a uniform was a uniform and this was the last step into acquiring her brothers safety and survival. She was one step away from getting her family back. Spotting the double oak doors, she opened them and was thankful it gave way and was not locked. Shutting the doors behind her after walking in, she turned up the light dimmer and noticed articles of clothing scattered about. A suit jacket, matching slacks and then a white blouse, a red lacy bra and a matching thong. Huh, looks like Buddy Wilson had really gotten it on with that one cater waiter who wanted him as much as he wanted her. Thankfully for Penny, they were nowhere to be seen in the office so it seemed that they ventured elsewhere. Walking over to his computer, she booted it up and hacked her way through the log in. She accessed the files she needed and once she stored them on a thumb drive, she took out a second thumb drive and got to work in finding the mother load of servers. She plugged in her thumb drive which was fully equipped with a special virus she concocted and was also her moniker. It was one that once planted, it could be salvaged but the moment it was healed, upon rebooting the server, it infected it all over again. It was permanent unless one knew the way to take it down and only Penny did. A trade secret, really, but she never traded the secret away. It was a silent killer to the wonders of technology and why she had made herself onto the FBIs top ten wanted list well that and because she infiltrated their system and it was currently eating its way to destruction each time. A stroke of genius some might sayonly Penny said it in fact. Once she plugged it into the server, the one that was also connected to his entire companys servers, she shut down his laptop and then started her way to leave. The doors suddenly opened however and there was a very inebriated Buddy Wilson there, shirtless and by the way his eyes were glazed over, she could tell he wasnt in the right of mind. You. He slurred, taking a step toward her. U-Uh, Mr. Wilsonare you lost? I was, but now that Ive found you You see, my gaze lingered on youbut I overlooked you. He got closer now and he boldly moved his hands to plant them on her curvy hips. I should have chosen you. Come, give me a kiss and I will send you home knowing you had a very good time. Mr. Wilson, I cant. Penny pulled away from him but he didnt let up and he moved to her again, blocking her exit. Ill pay you. Ill pay you a bonus for being such a very talented cater-waiter. His gaze dropped to the ample display of cleavage and he licked his lips. I have to go. I said Ill pay you. Dont you walk away from me, bitch. He sneered. Penny ignored him, pushed him away and he turned and instantly grabbed her black bob. A small yelp came from her as he also pulled on the wig cap that secured her fiery red locks and she brought her hand up to grab it back into place. What the hell were you doing in here, anyways? Huh?! It was then she remembered she had the silver platter. She turned and gripped it with both hands, swinging it hard and clobbering him in the face. He wasnt dead, but he would have a nasty headache and not just from his hangover. Penny made a mad dash as the silver platter clattered onto the hard wood floors of his office. Her mission was done, she took the information she needed as her consolation prizewhich she later sold for a lot of moneyand ran. As she descended down the stairs, her wig flew off, as did the wig cap, letting her fiery red locks be full and free as they tumbled down her back and framed her face. She full on collided with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome and a gasp came from her. Looking up, and without realizing that one of her blue contacts had fallen out, exposing the very unforgettable true green color of eyes, her gaze locked with his. Shit! E-Excuse me. S-Sorry. She ran out of his way and quickly left the mansion. She ran quickly, nearly slipping a few times down the icy path to her car. She got in, turned the engine on and drove off in full swing and panic down the icy and slushy roads. Too close. Too fucking close! She hit her hands on the steering wheel but quickly grabbed onto it when she realized that was not wise to do on dangerous, hazardous roads.