Kirah

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I'll get a post up tonight for Beth, but after that I'm ready to move on. I vote we do a skip to tense moment of just as the bomb is getting placed. We don't need to do most of the set up right? I mean Jinxy needs to get her tools, but that shouldn't be interesting, unless we really want it to be. Then we have Jinxy and Beth heading down to the dock, Amir holding the elevator like a gent, and Angel and T placing the bomb. Right? Sounds solid to me.

Wolf Manor

I'm still around too. I know I haven't said anything but Jig is aware of me.

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Beth watched the decanter pour itself. A small smile crossed her face. By the sound of it none of the others were at all interested in flying, and of course Amir gave her the spot. She sat back in the chair and listened to his plan. It was not fool proof. Shit it wasn't even a good plan. She had heard worse, but only once before and it was a plan out of an eight year old's mouth. They didn't have a lot of options though.

“I suggest,” Beth started, “that I head toward the docks and find a viable ship while the diversion is being set off. That way when you all meet me there I'm ready for you and we can just go.” That probably sounded like she was going to desert them. She frowned unsure of how to make it sound better. There were too many dangers in space for her to survive on her own, that alone must be clear to the rest of the group.

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After Amir set down the decanter within Beth’s reach she poured herself a glass. She gave no reaction to if she enjoyed the drink or not, but seemed to be swishing the thoughts and options. Honestly the only thing Beth cared about was getting back into the Black. A station was no place for someone with the stars in their veins.

The job was vague. Shit there was no job actually described, but Amir had a point she’d get off the damn station. Getting caught wouldn’t be a good idea, especially considering... Well there was only one other option than staying put and that was leaving.

“I’m in, but I’m flyin’.” Now that more than two words had been strung together it was clear that Beth’s English wasn’t top tier. Sonny had known that was her stipulation, but she wanted it out as a reminder. A glance at the other three women gave Beth an idea that she probably had the most experience. Beth had been flying since she could sit at on her mom’s lap behind the controls. Unless the captain himself flew, which if that were the case why would Sonny have even offered her the spot, Beth was certain she was the only pilot in the small group.

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Beth

Beth wasn't drunk. That alone was probably an accomplishment considering her predicament. She was angry, that was normal, and in a way reassuring for the woman. A cousin, probably a second or third, was beating her at cards. He had assured her that he could get her off station before she was scanned. He, of course, was clean. At least he had never been caught at committing whatever crimes it was he was guilty of.

Her cousin had finished emptying her wallet when from across the bar Sonny, the guy her cousin had introduced her to in the hopes of Beth getting of the station, called out that the meeting had been set up. The employer was another person that Beth had to deal with. She just wanted off the damn station. She hated sitting still, or rather hated not moving through space. Stations had their place, and that’s where they stayed (usually). Ships though, that was another matter, her heart pounded. Beth poured the rest of her beer, bought with her cousin’s money, down her throat not even tasting the foul liquor. “Thanks,” She mumbled in her cousin’s general direction, stood and made her way across the crowded room to the old man.

With a nod and feigned smile she entered the room Sonny was standing in. The only person in the room, a man, seemed disinterested. The room was stifling and like the rest of the station full of recycled air, which made Beth want to smoke.

“Afternoon,” Beth said. She sat down without any prompt from the man, her future captain if all went well. She didn’t look as the others joined them.

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567-68-0515

NAME: Beth Zhang

KNOWN ALIAS: Thirteen Girl

AGE: 28

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:

Tattoo on Left Shoulder

NOTABLE BEHAVIORAL TRAITS:
-Angry
-Addictive (Drink & Cigs)
-Obsessed with space, has been known to do almost anything to be flying

NOTABLE ALLIES / CONNECTIONS:
-Ties to the Defective Alliance
-"Family in every port"

SKILLS:
-Flying (Ships)
-Navigation (with or without assistance, give her three points and she can figure out where she is)
-Balancing on a rope high above things
-Not language. Her English is passing, her Mandarin severely lacking, but strangely she has a decent grasp on Romani.
-Born ship-side

CRIMES:
-Theft of a several different ships
-Stowaway
-Theft of food
-Being without a tattoo (This was remedied a few years ago)
-Resisting arrest
-Escape from custody
-Flying while under the influence
-Public intoxication

Northwood Academy

Could those that don't have a strike through please like this post if you're still around.
@wolverbells
@McHaggis
@SheriffLlama
@Siaya Dragalorn
@Treepuncher121
@CodeZX
@kittyluna45
@Feisty-Pants
@Liriia
@Saltwater Thief
@Lady Hawk

Northwood Academy

Sorry for the double post but I've got a plan laid out now. Do your day posts, and make your way to 3rd period. I need two people from Theater (looks like it will be @CodeZX with Glenn and @Liriia as the most viable options) to have a chat with me. I'll work with you two on a post (probably not today due to some family/work things going on).

I hope everyone had a good weekend and no one burned a house down.

Northwood Academy

Sorry I've been so radio silent. My sister and I got our story submitted. Now we just wait, which is one of the worst parts.

I'm going to be getting a post up soon, and will push some action forward.

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Sandro seemed uninterested in the conversation about family. That was one thing he had never cared all that much about. Like Alistair he believed family was the one you chose. Yes he had gotten along well with his Sire, but he also hadn't seen his sire in somewhere around a thousand years. One of those numbers he had forgotten to keep track of. For a Historian he was awfully good at forgetting dates.

In concern to the drink, Sandro touched the cup of cold blood, and without taking a sip he grimaced. "Were we here to discus something, other than dinner sources?"