[h3][color=bc8dbf]Veronica Silverstone[/color][/h3] [color=bc8dbf][i]"That's me."[/i][/color] [hr] Wonderland, the Bywater District Bloodrose had a dress. [hider=A sexy red dress] [img]https://imgur.com/cKnK5N5.jpg[/img] [/hider] that would match her personality. As in, beautiful. Kilroy had complained it was waste of money, but Bloodrose knew differently. How was she going to get anything done dressed with regular old clothes? She had to be attractive! Eye-catching! Otherwise no one would care. This was all theory, of course. This was the first time Bloodrose had been let off the leash as it were. Purse slung over her shoulder, her high heels clacked along the concrete as she searched her phone for nearby nightclubs. None were really catching her eye. Boring, boring, boring. Too much dancing. Dancing was for fun, and as much as Bloodrose liked fun, she was out here on business. Ah. What's this? Wonderland? Variants welcome. Looked like a good a place to start as any. The makeup she had on this morning still worked, and worked even better now that she had a glamorous outfit to match. Deep red lips and shadowed eyes. Oh yeah, she could chat up [i]anyone.[/i] The sun was almost all the way gone, and the lights of the Bywater district began to come to life. New Haven looked beautiful at night. Approaching the nightclub, she showed her fake ID Kilroy made for everyone and got inside. Bloodrose didn't know exactly how the ID magic worked, but basically it prevented the same name from coming up all over town over and over again. The name said "Ellen Zhang." Sauntering up to the countertop, she sat cross legged upon a barstool. Whenever the barkeep went by, she would ask loudly. [color=bc8dbf]"I'll have...ooh...I dunno. A dry martini. Extra dry..."[/color] she smiled, lowering her voice and morphing into an appalling british accent, [color=bc8dbf]"Shaken, not stirred."[/color] Straighting her back, she tapped the counter top with her fingernails, smiling at the barkeep. [color=bc8dbf]"Thanks, sweetheart."[/color] She turned and scanned the club for anyone interesting, perking up her ears aswell. It was going to be a long night, full of adventure and good times for all. Oh, yeah, and maybe she'd learn something useful. --- [hider=Phoebe, Jassaliah, Abi, and Layna] Abi was waiting for Phoebe and Jassaliah and whey returned. "How did it go?" She asked, sitting on the bed of the second apartment the Epsilons owned. [color=bc8dbf]"You already know, idiot."[/color] Phoebe said, chucking a duffelbag full of money at Abi. Abi caught it and began counting it. [color=bc8dbf]"Wow. This is our biggest haul yet."[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"Yes, it is. Too bad Jericho is a dumbass and is totally overextending. I bet we could bump him off and fill the vacuum, easy. Everyone there respects us way more than they do that twitchy idiot."[/color] Jassaliah said, pulling the balaclava off her face. The two hitwomen changed into more comfortable clothinging and lay down on the bed together. [color=bc8dbf]"I'm exhausted..."[/color] Phoebe mumbled, yawning. Her legs ached somehow. [color=bc8dbf]"What are Plinko and Layna up too?" [/color]Jassaliah asked, looking over at Abi, who shrugged. [color=bc8dbf]"The worker bees? I dunno. Probably boring legal stuff. Making just above minimum wage."[/color] [color=a187be]"Let's check in."[/color] [color=bc8dbf][i]Hey, Layna, how you doin'? Layna?[/i][/color] She was there, but everything was dark. [color=bc8dbf][i]Oh, I see what's going on here. WAKE UP IDIOT[/i][/color] --- New Haven Library, Downtown Layna's eyes flew open. She snorted and awoke with a start, adjusting her glass and hair after she peeled her cheek from the wooden desk. [color=bc8dbf]"Wha- what? What?"[/color] [color=bc8dbf][i]Hey there, sleepyhead. We were just wondering how you were doing. Uh, fine, just fine. You guys kill all the people you needed to kill? Yup! Everything went swimmingly. Swimmingly? Who says swimmingly? Is that you, Phoebe? No, this is Jassaliah. I'm here, too. Hey, Abi. I'm not Abi, I'm Plinko. Plinko? I'm also here. Abi. Hold on, hold on. Can you guys all shut the fuck up? For real. No, you shut up. Excuse me? It's pretty fucking hard to tell everyone apart when we all have yeah no shit, no shit that's the problem here. Plinko why are you even here Wow really glad you guys woke me up for this shit. Good lord. [/i][/color] Layna lost track of what thoughts were her own. It was impossible to block out the other girls. Everyone just had to agree to shut up and leave. [i][color=bc8dbf]Abi, Phoebe, Jassaliah. You guys are all in the same room. So please shut up and leave me alone. I'm trying to work! You were trying to work? You were asleep when we got here. Well, that's none of your business. Phoebe's asleep too, she fell asleep right next to you guys. Well, Phoebe is actually doing stuff. Like making money. Well, whatever. I'm doing fine. Thanks for checking in. You're welcome. [/color][/i] Suddenly, everyone was gone. Layna dropped her head in her hands and rubbed her hair. She had died her hair blonde, and she wore thick, black rimmed glasses. The library didn't pay too much. Infact, she was it's only permanent employee. Ever since she was born, (created?) she'd always loved books and knowledge. She loved her sisters (and they were sisters, as much as Bloodrose insisted they weren't) but they could be intrusive. There was no one else at the library. All Layna had left to do was get the books back into proper place. [/hider] --- [hider=Plinko] The Shanty Plinko loved stealing. Okay, out of context, that might sound bad- but think of it this way: They were just going to spend it anyway. Might as well give it to her! The restaraunt she worked at made for some easy marks. No one suspected the waitress. Who would suspect the waitress! She kept the money to herself most of the time- the other Epsilon's didn't need to know. Even if they were watching her, they wouldn't notice. She was so sneaky she didn't even need to look. There was a thrill in pick-pocketing, something she couldn't get anywhere else. She wanted oh so badly to go along with the Twin Sisters, but they already had Abi and always accused Plinko of being a loose cannon. Loose cannon? Loose cannon!? Maybe. But she deserved better than working at this stupid spaghetti joint. Linguini's? It was pretty fancy, she guessed. Shift complete, she took off her apron and took to the streets. Loose cannon. [color=bc8dbf][i]You think I'm a loose cannon, V?[/i][/color] There was a brief silence as Veronica pondered the question. [i][color=bc8dbf]Yes. But, I think that's what makes you special. You always think outside the box. If I'm so special, than why don't I get to do more? Because you're a loose cannon. What!?- There's a time and a place for loose cannons. Trust me, Plinko. You'll get your time in the spotlight. We're laying low right now. Things are about to heat up. I promise.[/color][/i] If Plinko could give a frustrated telepathic sigh, she would. She didn't think anything more of it. Loose cannon...she would shake things up, alright. [/hider]