Thread: i'm a b o m b, can you hear me tick? [stefy x star]

The job had been done rather quickly, even considerably simple for the fact that these women were professionals, and yes, it is quite possible to become a professional in this line of work. No guns, no violence, nothing out of the ordinary until it was quite, quite too late. That was how these women worked, although detectives and police officers were still trying to figure all this information out, though as this particular woman ran her fingers through her hair in a manor that moved the wet locks from her face, there was only a smile as she listened to the evening news reports. Under police report, the robbery happened at an undisclosed time, which easily meant that they hadn't the slightest clue. The female who now had the steam covered bathroom smelling like peaches carefully stepped from under the rainfall shower head and wrapped herself in a cotton towel, the fluffy white material being tucked at the top, picking up the remote, she hit the volume. Well yes, it was only recently that the bank's manager brought to our attention that a large sum of money was missing from- The bank had been robbed yesterday. That meant that someone within the bank was not doing their job, and no that did not mean her. No, on the contrary, she didn't even work at this bank. The honey blond woman crossing her legs as she sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in toward the television, her eyes looked rather intent as she awaited what else the man had to say. She always did this, seeing as this was her favorite thing to watch. Reports of robberies and things of that nature, but her most favorite thing to hear. We haven't aprehended any suspects. How delicious! Laughing her airy laugh and laying back into the bed, her hand found itself over her eyes, warm skin full of joy that wasn't particularly false. Oh no, this woman here was quite happy, because her plans were unfolding properly, the soft sheets of the bed behind her, her eyes were closed up until about the time she heard her cell phone ringing, standing up slowly and moving to the thing as it chirped out a ring tone. Sitting on the chair across from that oh - so comfortable bed, her legs crossed again and instantly a woman on the other end spoke, causing this blond to tap her lips lightly and play with her slowly drying hair. The woman on the other line was speaking French, and if this woman here wasn't a native speaker herself, at the rate the other woman was going, she would have been lost. Calmez-vous Gina, la bont. Her voice was soft and airy, just like her laugh, coated in the accent that people found themselves drawn to, it was almost unbearable for the woman on the other end to take in her calm aura. But, in that same sense, the conversation went to calm tones as though nothing had happened today. Merci Gina. Avoir une bonne. Hanging up the phone, her hazel colored eyes moved across the bedroom before retrieving a brush from the vanity, taming her loose curls and letting her hair fall down in waves. Her feet moving across the carpeted apartment bedroom, she smiled into the closet out of a habit, looking over the clothes. Not all of these clothes were hers, surprise surprise, and in taking a business shirt that was much too large to be her own, she laid it out on the bed and went to putting on her underwear. Of course it was nearing the full amount of night time outside, but New York didn't sleep, and knowing that her boyfriend would be home shortly to announce the lack of progress on the case, there would not be sleep. There was a sense of guilt in her stomach in not being able to tell the dear man that she wasn't necessarily the attractive bank teller that he knew her to be. No, Corinne Franoise le Blanc was not quite as simple as that. Round face outlined by her hair as she slid the crisp white business shirt over her frame, the shirt covered her body up until mid thigh length, buttoning it up carefully and leaving the top three undone. No need to start choking in a shirt that wasn't even hers. Bare feet guiding her off the carpeting and onto the wood floors of the hallway, she seemed to tip on her toes, curvy figure moving into the kitchen and rummaging through the refrigerator, her hands grasped a hold of a bowl of fruit before moving into the living room. It was almost as Corinne, easily shortened to Reenie or something of that nature, could sense it. She could sense the disappointed aura of the police system as they continued to search for facts and clues on the case, sitting down in the living room and turning on the television, deciding to bask in her good fortune, she kept her sights set on the news. listu