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Yo, I'm Kidd. 29, latte enjoyer, not immune to anime girls.
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Enter: Cori Woods
Her current relationship had grown serious enough that Cori had insisted he meet her parents. However, her father was stiff and her mother perceptive, and neither them approved. At first, they had dropped hints, suddenly quite vocal about their opinions on hair dye and tattoos. Cori would make a point to ignore it: a Woods was nothing if not graceful, even against criticism. But that grew difficult. The convenient opinions turned into blatant complaints about Dracko and the criticism's scope had grown to a point where the problem wasn't only who she chose to date, but also the classes she took at college. "Why are you taking so many criminal justice classes? What about arts? What about business?" The questions had always made Cori grow anxious, and she would dodge them. Ever since entering college, Cori had spent less and less time with her parents because of the stress.
Then, the floor fell out beneath her feet. "I'm too busy to have to worry about your future," her father had said. "So your mother and I are stepping in." And by "stepping in," he meant arranging a marriage. They couldn't step into her education, as Cori began taking advantage of the university's laws and policies giving her full control and privacy in her classes as an adult, but they could step in and protect their daughter from some thug. Cori argued and cried and complained and fought and whined, but her parents--who usually spoil her to the point where she has more material possessions than she knows what to do with--did not relent. "Change your major and we'll rethink it." And that emotional tornado had happened only last night.
That morning, she stirred beside the boyfriend in question and opened her red eyes to watch him, sadly. She still hadn't told him about what exactly her and her parents fought about, and she was a little anxious about doing so. Dracko was...passionate, and the last thing she needed was for him to confront her parents himself. Cori sighed, feeling heavy again as she watched him sleep. He was crazy handsome, and it made Cori self conscious to stand next to him: she was perfectly thin because she ate right and worked out, but she was scary pale and--without makeup--almost looked sick. But, he insisted she was beautiful, and it made her feel good. Cori sighed and left the bed naked and retrieved her overnight bag before disappearing into Dracko's bathroom.
When she finally emerged, the aroma of a fresh breakfast hung in the air of the apartment and she found the bed empty. She carefully stepped around his discarded underwear, a guitar with a missing string, a pair of handcuffs too fuzzy to be standard issue, an earring-- Oops, she realized as she felt her ears. She picked up the diamond to put it on before continuing out of the messy bedroom. "Smells delicious," she complimented as she entered the kitchen. Her eyes lingered on the line where his sweatpants and skin met as she stepped around him to pour herself coffee. It wasn't fair that men had muscles like that.
"I burnt the first batch of bacon," he grumbled, green eyes watching a pancake as he flipped it. He was a few years older than Cori, and a better cook. Cori wasn't a good cook.
She sipped the coffee and leaned back on the counter, watching him. She could sense he was still waking up, but her mind had been racing for an hour. Cori would have to tell him sooner than later, but she found herself at a loss for words. This wasn't a typical problem, and he was already acted so jealous around other guys. Plus, she couldn't quite believe it was happening either. She didn't even think to ask who the groom-not-to-be was--she didn't care. It wasn't going to happen. She sighed and stole a piece of bacon as she stepped by him again. "Is it almost ready? I gotta get to class," she said.
"Fuck class, you're smart enough already," he said teasingly as he glanced to her. He took a double take and his gaze lingered on the hem of her skirt, his voice low when he spoke again. "And... if you don't go to class, I have some fun in mind."
Cori rolled her eyes, but she could feel her cheeks warm. "I can't slack off. My parents are on my ass enough." she complained, looking down to sip her coffee. Now would be a good time to discuss the situation, but Dracko had other plans.
"Yeah, well, fuck them, too," he said, stepping closer to rest a hand at her waist and pulled her closer. She felt his warm breath at her neck, and her blush deepened as his lips brushed against her skin. She had to awkwardly hold her coffee aloft as his other hand ran up her thigh.
"You're gonna spill my coffee!" she whined as he pressed into her, but she bit her lip to keep from smiling. She didn't protest further and managed to reach the counter to set her coffee down. The sizzle on the pan was accompanied by giggles and gasps as the two embraced-- and then a whoosh. Cori screamed.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed and scrambled around the kitchen to find a towel to throw over the fire, hissing in pain as he struggled to put it out.
"Are you okay? Is it out?" Cori asked. She had stepped back and out of the kitchen, watching from under the door frame. He had successfully put out the fire, but it looked like he burned his batch of pancakes now. She watched and suddenly felt self conscious: her hair was a mess, her skirt crooked, and her red lipstick smeared. She cleared her throat and peered into a mirror as she fixed herself up.
He sighed, irritation lacing his grumbles. "What the fuck ever."
"Nice job, Chef Ramsey," she teased, approaching to reclaim her coffee. He shot her a glare, grabbed his bacon, and sat at the table in defeat to eat his breakfast without panacakes. "Also I do really need to go, so I'll see you." With that, she trotted out of the apartment. Usually, she would arrive at school in her sleek black Ashton Martin. However, Dracko lived close enough that she could walk by crossing the park. So she went, heels clicking against the pavement and sunglasses hiding her gaze from the sun.
Then, the floor fell out beneath her feet. "I'm too busy to have to worry about your future," her father had said. "So your mother and I are stepping in." And by "stepping in," he meant arranging a marriage. They couldn't step into her education, as Cori began taking advantage of the university's laws and policies giving her full control and privacy in her classes as an adult, but they could step in and protect their daughter from some thug. Cori argued and cried and complained and fought and whined, but her parents--who usually spoil her to the point where she has more material possessions than she knows what to do with--did not relent. "Change your major and we'll rethink it." And that emotional tornado had happened only last night.
That morning, she stirred beside the boyfriend in question and opened her red eyes to watch him, sadly. She still hadn't told him about what exactly her and her parents fought about, and she was a little anxious about doing so. Dracko was...passionate, and the last thing she needed was for him to confront her parents himself. Cori sighed, feeling heavy again as she watched him sleep. He was crazy handsome, and it made Cori self conscious to stand next to him: she was perfectly thin because she ate right and worked out, but she was scary pale and--without makeup--almost looked sick. But, he insisted she was beautiful, and it made her feel good. Cori sighed and left the bed naked and retrieved her overnight bag before disappearing into Dracko's bathroom.
When she finally emerged, the aroma of a fresh breakfast hung in the air of the apartment and she found the bed empty. She carefully stepped around his discarded underwear, a guitar with a missing string, a pair of handcuffs too fuzzy to be standard issue, an earring-- Oops, she realized as she felt her ears. She picked up the diamond to put it on before continuing out of the messy bedroom. "Smells delicious," she complimented as she entered the kitchen. Her eyes lingered on the line where his sweatpants and skin met as she stepped around him to pour herself coffee. It wasn't fair that men had muscles like that.
"I burnt the first batch of bacon," he grumbled, green eyes watching a pancake as he flipped it. He was a few years older than Cori, and a better cook. Cori wasn't a good cook.
She sipped the coffee and leaned back on the counter, watching him. She could sense he was still waking up, but her mind had been racing for an hour. Cori would have to tell him sooner than later, but she found herself at a loss for words. This wasn't a typical problem, and he was already acted so jealous around other guys. Plus, she couldn't quite believe it was happening either. She didn't even think to ask who the groom-not-to-be was--she didn't care. It wasn't going to happen. She sighed and stole a piece of bacon as she stepped by him again. "Is it almost ready? I gotta get to class," she said.
"Fuck class, you're smart enough already," he said teasingly as he glanced to her. He took a double take and his gaze lingered on the hem of her skirt, his voice low when he spoke again. "And... if you don't go to class, I have some fun in mind."
Cori rolled her eyes, but she could feel her cheeks warm. "I can't slack off. My parents are on my ass enough." she complained, looking down to sip her coffee. Now would be a good time to discuss the situation, but Dracko had other plans.
"Yeah, well, fuck them, too," he said, stepping closer to rest a hand at her waist and pulled her closer. She felt his warm breath at her neck, and her blush deepened as his lips brushed against her skin. She had to awkwardly hold her coffee aloft as his other hand ran up her thigh.
"You're gonna spill my coffee!" she whined as he pressed into her, but she bit her lip to keep from smiling. She didn't protest further and managed to reach the counter to set her coffee down. The sizzle on the pan was accompanied by giggles and gasps as the two embraced-- and then a whoosh. Cori screamed.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed and scrambled around the kitchen to find a towel to throw over the fire, hissing in pain as he struggled to put it out.
"Are you okay? Is it out?" Cori asked. She had stepped back and out of the kitchen, watching from under the door frame. He had successfully put out the fire, but it looked like he burned his batch of pancakes now. She watched and suddenly felt self conscious: her hair was a mess, her skirt crooked, and her red lipstick smeared. She cleared her throat and peered into a mirror as she fixed herself up.
He sighed, irritation lacing his grumbles. "What the fuck ever."
"Nice job, Chef Ramsey," she teased, approaching to reclaim her coffee. He shot her a glare, grabbed his bacon, and sat at the table in defeat to eat his breakfast without panacakes. "Also I do really need to go, so I'll see you." With that, she trotted out of the apartment. Usually, she would arrive at school in her sleek black Ashton Martin. However, Dracko lived close enough that she could walk by crossing the park. So she went, heels clicking against the pavement and sunglasses hiding her gaze from the sun.
Eagerly awaiting character number 12.
We're waiting on one more player.
I posted as much in the Chatzy, but just to reiterate in a place that won't be spammed by chat sooner than later lol: for timeline purposes, I think the heist is happening on Sunday--midday or evening or whatever, Idk. It's up to y'all. But Sat is full for Kieran, at least, so the prep can happen sat, but not the actual heist. I mean it can, but things will start clashing at that point lol. Y'all can decide what time on Sunday. Just wanted to confirm the time of day for the heist.
Cori Woods
Cori was proud of her work and took it seriously. But to be at the office on a Sunday was frustrating even for her--especially over a security breach. She stood at her new desk in her new office, pushing self consciousness to the back of her mind. She hadn't had time to pretty up before leaving the house because of the urgency of the breach, so she stood before her men with her dorky glasses and hair up in a lazy bun. And she could tell they had to stop themselves from staring: without her makeup done like usual, her albinism was especially hard to ignore.
"And since you're handling this...case," one continued, "we figured we had to call you down."
That morning she had returned home from Kieran's, and had spent the rest of the day preparing for the week ahead. Her division of the CIA would begin identifying and potentially nabbing empowered on the grounds of the danger they posed to society. The supers tearing up Atlanta offered more than enough proof in Cori's opinions--and the Director's for that matter. So to be interrupted about a security breach before the operation was even off the ground was unsettling to her.
The woman nodded, arms crossed and gaze narrowed. A guard had been injured. Intel stolen. It wasn't Coalition's MO--there were too few casualties. What would they benefit from stealing the information anyway? It was already known to Cori and her superiors. "What the hell?" she sighed, stepping back around the desk to collapse in her chair. There was a third party, maybe tied to the empowered, who pulled off the theft. Under her promotion, too, of course and she visibly winced at the thought of Verdock finding out. "Thanks. I'll take it from here. Keep monitoring and digging. There's gotta be a lead."
The two exchanged glances and nodded. As they left, Cori's phone buzzed. She scowled at it, seeing that it was from contact "K." Interesting timing, she thought, but dismissed her paranoia as she picked up the phone to read the text. Her brow furrowed at the screen. It couldn't be what she thought it was: even she was only alerted earlier today. "OK, I'll bite. OMW," she texted back.
"And since you're handling this...case," one continued, "we figured we had to call you down."
That morning she had returned home from Kieran's, and had spent the rest of the day preparing for the week ahead. Her division of the CIA would begin identifying and potentially nabbing empowered on the grounds of the danger they posed to society. The supers tearing up Atlanta offered more than enough proof in Cori's opinions--and the Director's for that matter. So to be interrupted about a security breach before the operation was even off the ground was unsettling to her.
The woman nodded, arms crossed and gaze narrowed. A guard had been injured. Intel stolen. It wasn't Coalition's MO--there were too few casualties. What would they benefit from stealing the information anyway? It was already known to Cori and her superiors. "What the hell?" she sighed, stepping back around the desk to collapse in her chair. There was a third party, maybe tied to the empowered, who pulled off the theft. Under her promotion, too, of course and she visibly winced at the thought of Verdock finding out. "Thanks. I'll take it from here. Keep monitoring and digging. There's gotta be a lead."
The two exchanged glances and nodded. As they left, Cori's phone buzzed. She scowled at it, seeing that it was from contact "K." Interesting timing, she thought, but dismissed her paranoia as she picked up the phone to read the text. Her brow furrowed at the screen. It couldn't be what she thought it was: even she was only alerted earlier today. "OK, I'll bite. OMW," she texted back.
Sloane
"Nasty," she said, stepping back as the sand furries descended on their new meal. Most of them, anyway. The other two remained fixated on her, and made a move to grab her. Instead of allowing them both to reach her, she danced to the right, meeting the first. She grabbed its arm, twisting it away as she ducked under it. With a grunt, she shoved righty at lefty so that they clashed into one another. Then she paused: her instinct was to finish off the job, but she didn't really have a means to kill two with no weapon or magic. So she turned and ran, confident that she could outrun them even if she couldn't kill them all. Plus they weren't the fastest things in the Void, that's for sure.
@Kyrisse Okay. I won't change the character. Just fix up the sheet a bit.
I'm sorry my sheet isn't super good right. I'll fix it alter but I'm intoxicated atm
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