[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/62417/posts/ooc?page=3#post-1941205]Zoey “Snow” Rune[/url][/center]
An iron stench permeated a smoggy atmosphere surrounded by peeling wallpaper and exposed wooden rafters. Construction equipment lay sprawled on plastic tarps along with messy paint cans of various pigments. Streams of ruby liquid flew through thick air and collided upon the concrete floor in an eerie trickling sound. One small hand held onto a bloodied man’s shirt underneath his adamns apple while the other swung with intense force. Plummeting reddened knuckles in the dazed brute’s bruised face over and over until he cried out, begging her to stop.

“I think that’s enough for now Z.” A statuesque woman commanded from behind a shadowed veil of light. Stepping forward each clack of her high heels echoed through the dimly lit establishment. A woman in her forties emerged into a single ray of gleaming moonlight, regally dressed in a business suit, and ready to hear answers. 
 
“H-here, in my jacket. Take what’s in the wallet but I swear I’ll have the rest to you by Friday.” He nearly choked in reply. Both hands lifted in a submission manner, surrendering as if he hand nothing else left to offer. Snow took this opportunity to dig into the inside of his leather outerwear, still clutching onto his collar, and tossed the grey crocodile billfold to her employer. A look of satisfaction appeared on the older woman’s face though she seemed more interested in the wallet itself than the cash inside.

“Alright.” She sighed. “Friday. This is your last warning Wayne.” A waving hand motioned for the scum to exit post haste as she didn’t want to see this disgusting sight much longer.

This chic woman was an up and coming drug lord—lordess. No one took her seriously so she was always getting ripped off. With not being able to afford enough security or someone to retrieve these thieves she was eventually referred to Snow. The petite girl was just as effective but cheaper, taking any job she could muster and never asking questions. Snow felt proud that she could be the packs lifeline should they need fast cash in an emergency. She saved the rest hoping to put herself through college one day but that was a pipe dream and not likely. 

Fingers uncoiled the material and Wayne slumped backward on both hands before gradually lifting himself up with a groan. He wiped his face with a palm and spit a clot of blood near Snow’s combat boots, shooting a death glare at her before taking his leave. Unfazed Snow watched the man limp away until his form disappeared, that was also her doing. She did not pity him. Everyone she came in contact with in this line of work held some form of bad within them, and the rest was none of her business. 

“Thank you.” The drug lordess started looking slightly nervous. “I planned on paying you the full amount but since jackass didn’t bring back enough--can you settle for half today?”

“Oh, it’s no trouble…because I know where to find you.” A cheerful voice broke the strain of the previous events, and the corner of her mouth upturned in a devious smirk. Her boss for the day stared wide eyed in hesitance before handing over two hundred and fifty four dollars…and some odd change. Not much but it’ll do. “Only kidding!” Snow corrected while flashing a pearly white smile, and wandered to the dumpy bathroom with the money, and to where her bag had been placed earlier. 

A cracked mirror reflected a pretty pale skinned woman with smoky eye shadow who began tugging off a shiny black wig, which revealed bright alabaster tresses in a slightly messy bob. This hairstyle accentuated her face with visibly Asian features. Slender fingers slid out colored contacts with ease to place in a solution filled container. She shook her head a bit allowing all the matted ivory strands to settle back into place. Fingernails brushing fringe bangs to their regular spot, above doe eyed stormy depths. Quickly changing out of an all-black get up to an over-sized white button up shirt and denim jeans, casual attire as always, she stuffed the dark clothing into the fashionable tote. It was safer to don a disguise while fulfilling these requests lest they find her on the street with her fellow friends, and start trouble. 

Amidst leaving a savory aroma of late morning steak sandwiches served at a worn down food truck wafted toward her nostrils, a vibration then ring alerted Snow to retrieve her cellphone, snapping her out of a dreamlike state. [i]Back to home sweet home[/i] she thought with a crack of her neck and strolled toward a bus stop, a bit disappointed a juicy cheese steak would be completely out of the question…even if she had the time. A chill nipped at her exposed neck but Snow did not mind, the cold blanketing her somehow felt consoling though brought back painful memories.