[sub][sub][h3][i]Kimberly- Seeking Sanctuary[/i][/h3][/sub][/sub][hr]

Kimberly made her way cautiously down the sidewalk, doing her best to blend in amidst the throng of commuters who shambled by. There was still very much a hit out on her head, so the young woman had put her make-up artistry skills to good use; She’d been in the theatre before she was a lawyer, after all.

Her lightly tanned skin was completely done over in a coat of pasty white, pale make-up, complete with a smattering of freckles, and watery grey contact lenses. Her blonde locks vanished beneath a fiery ginger wig, and subtle changes to her walk and posture made Kimberly Kristen almost unrecognisable. 

“Excuse me, miss!” 

[i]Balls[/i]. 

Against her better judgment, Kimberly cocked her head to one side, catching sight of the suit-clad duo who’d slipped out of the crowd and materialized next to her.

“Could you spare a moment to talk about the upcoming election?” One of them chirped with a cheesy, salesman-like grin plastered across his face. 

“Je ne parle pas l'anglais.” Kimberly said with a slight stammer, doing her best to feign ignorance. 

“Fuckin’ mexicans…” One of the men said with a scowl, as the pair vanished as quickly as they’d appeared. 

From there it was only a short walk to her destination. 

Murphy Quang leant inconspicuously against his cab, dressed in his usual dark shades and jacket, with his thick head of hair slicked back across his scalp. 


“Looking for a cab,Miss?” Quang said with a smile,acting as though he didn’t know Kimberly.

He was Ariella through and through, and had been a getaway driver for the syndicate since before Kimberly’s time. He worked as a cabbie on the side, but he also happened to know the location of every Ariella safehouse, and how to get there without drawing attention.

“It just so happens that I am.” Kimberly smirked, shooting him a quick wink. 

“Where to?” 

[hr] 

Kimberly Kristen gently stepped out of the elevator, which rose ever-so-slightly as it was alleviated of her weight. She’d lost the disguise on the ride over, and had returned to her normal, well-groomed, self. 

“Hi, honey! I’m home!” She called out to the room with an air of undeniable flamboyance, batting some hair away from her eyes“You wouldn’t believe the traffic out there!”