Fast Fingers...

[LittleRedDevil]

OOC: Okay you perverts, get your minds out of the gutters, cuz I know that's where they were headed.

MacKenzie Jameson
5'6, long, wavy blond hair, blue-green eyes, 38d-30-38
Waitress in the day, but moonlights as the best thief in the business, nicknamed by the press as The Devil. The cops can't seem to catch a sight of her, and she puts them through hell, hence the nickname. She has a facination with one dectective in perticular, he's the only one who's ever coming close to nabbing her. But he hasn't yet.

OOC: I obviously need a dectective, but others are welcome to join. Anything to make it interesting.

IC:

I shimmed down the rope toward my prize. The black body suit allowed me to move with ease, and blended me into the shadows. I almost chuckled, this was just to easy, like stealing candy from a baby. The ruby sparkled in the moonlight filtering in from the windows above. It was going to fetch a wonderful price on the black market. I couldn't remember the last time I saw something this beautiful. It reminded me of a dress my mother would wear at Christmas time. I dropped it into the little black bag attached to my belt, before crawling my way back up the rope.

Someday my detective would catch on, but until then, I would have to just watch him when he came into the bar. He only came in when he was really frustrated with a case, and it was usually one of my crimes. The irony was sweet, to bad he couldn't share in on my joke.

 

[Angelus]

I wouldn't mind playing the part of the detective- it would be cool to be him, if I can play the part of him I already have the look of him.

6'
short dark brown hair
light blue- almost grey eyes
200lbs (muscular, but not overly so)

Is a bit of a rogue detective and will do anything to catch the thief that they call The Devil. He often does things that his captain doesn't like.

If this is a good detective- please let me know. If not then I can easily change him

 

[LittleRedDevil]

No, he's perfect. I would love for you to play the detective.

red

 

[Tyriel]

OOC

Hey Red, just wondering if you'd be interested in another male character just to spice things up a little - an equipment supplier, or a bounty hunter of sorts hired by the owner of the ruby?? Just a thought. Let me know ok?

 

[LittleRedDevil]

Anything to spice things up a little is alright by me!

Red

 

[Angelus]

OOC: I forgot to tell you the name of the detective. It's Marcus Thompson.

IC: Marcus walked into the large room and looked around with dismay. How did she do it? There was no way that anyone should have been able to get past the security system but she had, The Devil had beaten him again and he was still no closer to catching her. The only thing that he did have was a picture of her, her face in the shadows as she waved to the security cameras. He liked the way that she worked, she was very good and the way that she moved reminded him of a cat. But soon she would be his. He walked over to a sergeant and said, "Is there any evidence at all?"
"No, none at all. It's as if the ruby just disappeared into thin air. I can't explain it but we are still looking."
Marcus looked at him and thought Don't bother, you won't find anything.
"Just tell me when you do find something."
"Yes sir."
Marcus then turned and walked out of the room and straight to the stairs that lead down to the front of the building. When he walked out of the building he saw that his car was still sitting there for him and walked straight towards it. After he got into his car and put his seatbelt on he put the key in the ignition and turned it, listening to the deep rumble of the engine which was like music to him. He changed gear and pushed his foot down on the accelerator, moving away from the building. He headed towards the only place that he knew he would find peace and time to think, his favorite cafe.

Marcus fought the traffic all the way to the cafe and when he reached it he was lucky to find a parking spot almost instantly. Marcus parked his car deftly into the parking spot and after getting out and locking the door walked to the cafe.

 

[Isolde]

This thread is great...I would love to get in on it but I dont know where another female character would fit in. Any ideas?

 

[LittleRedDevil]

OOC: Marcus could always use a partner

 

[LittleRedDevil]

She couldn't believe how many people had come in this morning. It was as if they somehow knew she was tired from a late night. Mac smiled as she thought about what she had been doing during that very long night. She tried to think of what perverse reason there was for keeping this job.

The bells above the door jingled a merry tune, and Mac couldn't help but laugh out loud, drawing a few strange stares her way. As if her thoughts had conjured him up out of thin air, Detective Marcus Thompson walked in. He looked like he had had just as long a night as she had, which only added to his appeal. She didn't know why she was so facinated with him. And as many times as he had come into the cafe, they had never actually met. Mac always made sure he sat at someone elses table.

Today however, she wasn't as lucky. Kathy, the other waitress was swamped, so she wouldn't want to switch a table this time. It was time for Mac to meet the object of her facination.

"Hi, I'm Mac, what can I get for you?"

 

[Isolde]

OOC: A partner it is. Her name is Desiree Ashford, she stands at 5' 4", brown hair to her shoulders, green eyes, 36C, 28, 34. Will do anything to back her partner up even though she doesnt always agree with his methods.

IC: Desiree pulled her car along side the curb and parked it in back of Thompson's car. She streatched and cursed under her breath-these early morning calls were going to be the death of her.

Getting out, she straightened the jacket of her suit coat and smoothed down the short grey skirt. Reaching back into the car to grab the large envelope she had left in the car she heard a whistle from behind as some male surveyed her bent figure and slim legs.

Standing up she glared at the surrounding men-not knowing who it was-and slammed the car door. If she could have found out who it was she would have made some excuse to arrest him-she was in that foul of a mood.

She entered the cafe. She knew her partner would be here-though she could not for the life of her understand why he frequented this place. Looking around she decided it must be the waitresses who, she noticed, were not wanting for good looks.

Spotting him, she moved over to his table and threw the packet in her hand down on the table in front of him before turning to the waitress standing there and said,"Coffe, and lots of it."

Sliding in to sit across from Marcus, she tapped the packet in front of him.
"The final results from the lab. In a word 'nothing'-zip, zero, nada. No fingerprints, no hair samples, no clothing torn when she brushed up against anything. Nothing that warrants getting us up at three in the morning and dragging us down to the station."

Settling back, she sighs,"And I have been grilling our contacts for the rest of the morning-nothing so far and somehow I dont think that report surprises you, either."

"As far as evidence goes we could be chasing a goddamned ghost."

[Edited by Isolde on 12-28-2000 at 02:07 PM]

 

[Tyriel]

Razor

OOC: Karl "Razor" Steiner - 25yo, 5'10, 170lbs, short blonde hair, blue eyes - the classic German. Son of Victor Steiner, multi-millionaire, and jewellery dealer. Being naturally rebellious, Steiner junior begun a life of pick-pocketing at 12, successfully stole his own father's prized diamond from the museum at 18, and eventually became a seasoned cat burglar, second only to his idol and friend, the legendary Devil.

IC: I took a sip my Heiniken, and watched Kathy waltz off with my money, her uniform disguising what I imagine to be a firm, well-shaped ass. Heinies... I thought to myself as I replaced the glass on the bar. gimme one over a Bud any day.

Dad was not happy about his ruby being stolen. I don't recall him ever being so furious, except when I stole his prized diamond - Aphrodite's star - seven years ago. I guess I could understand why he was so damn angry. The money to him probably doesn't mean all that much, but when he spent so much time and effort into designing such an elaborate security system... I guess that must be what ticked him off. Not that any imaginable security system can possibly hinder the likes of the Devil.

I watched quietly from my vantage point at the bar people come and ago, and occasionally, I'd steal a glance towards Mac, studying her every move. She was... interesting to say the least. Sometimes I wondered why Jamie (what I tend to call Mac when I feel "affectionate") bother with a dead end job like this one. It wasn't like she needed it with the loot she was harvesting in. Nevertheless, it made it easier for me to find her when I needed to. I was curious about who could have possibly stolen my father's ruby. Not that I had any doubt.

An attractive brunette waltzed into the diner, dressed in grey suit coat and short skirt, which did nothing to hide her deliciously silky long legs. Cop. I thought to myself instantenously, as she sat down to join her partner. And there she was, Jamie, serving the two coppers. I swung my bar stool back around and took another sip of my beer. Jamie serving coppers. How ironic.

[Edited by Tyriel on 12-28-2000 at 09:02 AM]

 

[LittleRedDevil]

She never did get around to taking his order, but she brought him coffee anyway. It was what he usually ordered.

"...chasing a goddamn ghost."

If only you knew, Mac thought, before hurring away. If she didn't keep clear, she would laugh in their respective faces. She had learned from the best, and wasn't about to get caught. She had to much at stake, to much to lose.

"Hey Mac, some guy is asking for you. Says to tell "Jamie" that it's important."

Mac swung around and was pierced by a pair of blue eyes she knew only to well.

"Why must you persist in calling me that? And what the hell are you doing here?" Her foot began to tap in her impatience for an answer.

 

[Tyriel]

Steiner

"Why must you persist in calling me that? And what the hell are you doing here?"

"JAMIE!!." I said, with a stupid grin on my face "well, it's lovely to see you too." I continued sarcastically. Mac was unamused. Jamie looked so cute when she's annoyed. Sometimes I wonder if she ever had any fun in her life. But then again... a girl as drop dead gorgeous as Jamie? Surely.

"Oh come on, lighten up." I said smiling, playfully slapping her on the arm. "When do you finish here? We need to talk."

 

[LittleRedDevil]

That stupid grin got wider as her frustration grew. He always showed up at the worst possible times. And what in the world could he possibly have to talk to her about.

"My shift ends in about twenty minutes. Do you think you can go that long without getting into trouble?"

He nodded, smirking at her. "Fine." Mac stomped away, checking on all of her tables on more time. She wanted to see if she could eavesdrop a little more on the detectives. Maybe they knew more than they were letting on about.

 

[Angelus]

I looked at Desiree and said, "I told you that there wouldn't be anything. There never is but then again you never listen to me."

Desiree looked at him, her foul mood obvious on her face but she didn't say a thing. She just looked at him as if she could pull out a gun and shoot him dead right there and then and walk away without even thinking about it twice. But this was one of the pleasures of working with her Marcus thought as he looked at her and smiled.

He picked up his coffee and sniffed the aroma of it then looked at Desiree and was about to say something to her when someone slapped him on the back, causing him to spill his coffee all over his shirt. He got to his feet quickly and said, "Of all the thoughtless, brainless moronic things that anyone could do!"
The man that had slapped him on the back looked at him and said, "And what are you going to do about it?"

Marcus looked at the man and saw that he was built like at linebacker that the NFL would be proud to have. He knew that if he was to fight the man then he was very likely going to be very sore the next morning but then he thought what the hell. Before the linebacker knew what was going to happen Marcus sent his fist straight into his jaw which caused the big man's head to turn a second before he felt to the floor.

As soon as the man had fallen Marcus looked down at him and said, "I am out of here."
He walked up to the counter and paid for his coffee, said sorry to the owner of the cafe and then walked out of the place, closing the door quickly behind him. He walked straight to his car and unlocked it but before he could open the door he heard a voice shout out, "Wait right there!"

 

[Isolde]

Desiree looked down at the fallen man and muttered under her breath.
"Damn it all to hell. This obsession is going to be the death of him."

Standing up she looked down at the man on the floor and said,"If I were you I would stay down. You might not get off so easily next time."

She would have arrested the asshole and padded the charge if she had the time but right now she had a pissed off partner to get her hands on.

Throwing some money on the counter to pay for her own coffee she hurried after Marcus. Throwing open the door, she was about to step out and confront him when she heard a voice call to him. She decided to change tactics and keep back in the shadows for a few minutes to see what was going on.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

"Wait right there!"

His head snapped around to stare at her. What the hell are you doing MacKenzie? a little voice chirped in her head. Those eyes were focused only on her, and it was a little flustering, if she wasn't careful, she would spill her deepest secrets to him.

Mac mentally shook herself, and stepped out of the cafe, walking until only a few inches separated them. The closeness forced her to look up at him, good lord, how had she never noticed how big he was before.

"Who in the hell do yo think you are? Just because you wear a badge, doesn't mean you can just go around punching people."

By the time she was done with her tangent, her face was flushed and her breathing was fast. What in the hell was wrong with her? It really wasn't a big deal, at least not one that was any of her concern. So, why was she so worked up over it?

 

[Angelus]

"And just who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that. You are only a god damn waitress and I'm a cop. I said sorry to the owner of the cafe but that wasn't good enough for you so you decided to come out here and give me a piece of you mind. I don't want it, now if you will excuse me I would like to leave now."

Without another word Marcus got into his car and started the engine, not bothering to put his seatbelt on. He slammed his foot down on the accelerator and was gone before Mac could say a word.

As soon as he had left the carpark Marcus instantly regretted what he had just said to the waitress. It wasn't her fault that the idiot had caused him to spill his coffee all over himself but he took it out on her. He knew that he should say sorry to her but also knew that she would not take the apology. He looked at himself in the mirror, You are a fucking idiot, you know that he thought to
himself.

 

[Isolde]

"Fucking idiot," Desiree thought to herself as she watched Marcus peel away after reaming out the waitress,"Its not like cops dont have a bad enough name for themselves you have to go and pull rank on a waitress."

Stepping from the shadows, she approaches the waitress and says,"Hey, look. I am sorry for my partner hes kinda had a bad day."

She hands the woman some money and adds,"Here's for the guy's tab. That should at least make it up to him some."

With that she got into her own car and headed for the station. She didnt know how she was going to explain all this to the Captian but she did know that she was going to somehow cover her partner's butt-again.

The way Marcus was going, he would have both of them stripped down to walking a beat. "Damn, she said to herself. I dont need this and I am going to let him know about it whenever he shows up, too."

 

[Tyriel]

Steiner

Impressive. I thought to myself as the copper floored the giant of a man. Not bad for a cop. Finishing the last of my beer, I watched with interest as the trio stepped out of the diner - It wasn't like Jamie to get herself involved with the cops over something so trivial. Probably just gone a little bonkers after a big heist.

Grabbing my body-lengthed jacket, I headed towards the door to check out the situation. I got out just in time to see the brunette in the grey suit depart, with Jamie standing by the kerb, a few dollars in her hand, completely flushed - puffs of white steam leaving her lips with every breath. Although I knew that Jamie wouldn't like the thought of it, I waltzed up and flung my jacket over her shoulder - afterall it was freezing cold, and I wasn't going to run the risk of being called un-gentlemanly. The response I got? A nasty glare.

"Rough day Mac?" I asked sheepishly, lighting up a cigarette and offering one to her. "Look, I'll wait for you to finish out back in the car. I'll give you a lift home if you'd like."

 

[LittleRedDevil]

"I don't smoke you butthead, you know that!" She flipped his jacket at him and stalked back into the cafe. "Kathy, I'm heading out, I'll see you later."

Kathy nodded, trying not to smirk at her. She had witnessed the scene outside. It hit her then, It WAS A SCENE. Just a goddamn waitress was she? Ha! That man couldn't find his head if it was shoved up his ass let alone her, and she was going to prove it to him. That car he had sure would make a nice target, but she would think about that more later. Grabbing her stuff, she left to see what had brought Razor out of the wood work.

She climbed into his car, "Alright, drive, and if you can do two things at once, talk while you're at it."

 

[Tyriel]

Razor

I caught the jacket before it hit the ground, and watched Mac storm off back into the diner to grab her stuff. Bleh. The girl just doesn't know how to show her affection that's all. I thought to myself - a naive attempt to ease the rejection. I threw the jacket on, and headed to the car, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel impatiently for Mac.

She climbed into the car, her mood obviously unchanged.

"Alright, drive, and if you can do two things at once, talk while you're at it." she blurted out.

"I can probably manage." I said sarcastically, pulling the car out of the driveway, and without any hesitation, completely flooring the accelerator.

"Let me cut to the chase. Two things." I continued, my eyes glued to the road - there was something about Jamie in that uniform - but I figured now would not be the best time for me to be caught staring at Jamie's perfect form. "First, my father's ruby - the Crimson Rose - have you got it?"

Before she had a chance to respond, a Porsche 911 pulled up at the lights next to us - engines reved to the max. We were greeted by a ditzy looking platinum blonde, her head stuck out from the passnger seat car window, unceremoniously giving us the finger. Some people just had absolutely no idea. I was never one to back down from a challenge, but then I wasn't stupid enough either to cross an already pissed of Devil by taking her for an unwanted spin. I arched my eyebrow at Mac and waited for a response.

 

[Isolde]

Desiree arrived at the station in record time-she didnt even want to know what speedometer read cause if she had she was afraid she would have had to arrest herself.

No one dared to approach her, they had seen the,"going to kill someone if they open their mouths" look before and they knew to give her a wide berth.

There was only one man who would approache her in that mood-well, two if you counted her partner, Thompson, but he only did it to see if she would blow. That one other person was the Captain and NOBODY stood up to him. He wasnt tall-stood about 5' 8" but he was BIG. She didnt know where he found shirts and ties to fit him cause he looked like a black version of the hulk.

Thanks to Marcus, Desiree had had plenty of time to study the Captian and she would have hated to be a crook on his beat when he was a patrolman on the force. Rumor was he never had much trouble with people resisting arrest and she didnt doubt it in the least.

She got to her desk and sat down to make some more calls, hoping that the Captian wouldn't notice her as Marcus and she had thier desks furthest from his office but it was not to be.

His door swung open and Barton came out of it throwing Desiree a smirk moments before she heard the bellow.
"Ashford!," Her heart dropped and she sighed. Fucking Asshole, she thought as she watched Barton walk away. He had approached her more than once and she had turned him down every time. One time it had gotten physical and Marcus had dragged him off and let him know what would happen if he tried it again. Since then he had been thier personal stoolie to Captian Harrison and her life had been hell since.

"Shit," She said as she stood up and walked to the office,"Here we go again."

"Ashford," Captain Harrison said in a cold, calm voice-the calm before the storm,"I see your partner isnt with you. Mind telling me exactly where he is?," Before Desiree could answer though he went on,"Where does he usually go after nearly dislocating a man's jaw in a coffee house?"

He was standing up now and leaning forward on the desk.
"I work hard to keep the reputation of this precinct intact and when one of my cops looses it it doesnt look good on me," His voice was raising and she braced herelf for the storm.

"He's your partner, Ashford. Can you tell me what he is fucking thinking loosing it like that? And you were right there-It was your goddamn responsibility to stop him but you just sat back and let him punch the guy! I could have both your badges on my desk...and I will if you cant come up with a good reason for this whole fucking scene."

She took a breath and tried to think. This was going to be a long damn session. An hour and fifteen minutes later Desiree exited the office looking the worse for wear but still wearing her badge and having talked the Captain out of calling for Marcus'. She was given strict instructions to find her partner and get him under control.

"Yeah, right," She thought to herself as she gathered her stuff to leave,"Only if I stop by narcotics on the way out."

Getting in her car and taking out her cell phone she dialed. Marcus had better have his own cell on cause she didnt feel like chasing him down. And if she did have to he would be better off facing the Captain.

[Edited by Isolde on 12-31-2000 at 12:29 AM]

 

[Angelus]

Marcus had just pulled into the carpark under the police station and was just about to turn his engine off when he heard his cellphone ring. God damn thing he thought as he pulled it out of his pocket and flipped it open.

"Marcus Thompson speaking, it is your dime and you are wasting it."

The voice that he got he didn't expect, his partner's, "Where the hell are you Marcus. Captain Harrison just ripped my head off for the stunt that you pulled in the cafe."

The caused Marcus to wince as he reached over and turned off the engine to his car, then take off his seatbelt.

"Are you going to tell me where you are, Captain Harrison gave me instructions to find you and bring you under control but I think he gave me and impossible mission."

By this time Marcus was now out of his car and was walking to the elevators. He looked over to see Desiree's car with her sitting in it as he passed by.

"I'm heading up in an elevator now, so I have to turn this off."

"Oh no you don't partner, don't you dare play that trick with me. You have done it too many times and-"

Marcus didn't let her finish and as the elevator doors had opened he closed his phone up. He knew that he was going to hear about it later but right now he had to keep his wits about him. He pushed the button to the fifth floor and sighed as the doors closed in front of him. Then faster than he would have liked the elevator had arrived on the fifth floor and the doors opened.

He stepped out of the elevator and straight into Captain Harrison's office, closing the door behind him. When he did that Captain Harrison stood up from behind his desk, looked at Marcus with shook on his face and said, "What do you think you're doing, coming into here like that. Did I ask you to come in."

"No sir, but I wanted to explain my actions in the cafe this morning," Marcus said.

"This I would love to hear. And for fuck sake, sit down!"

 

[Isolde]

"Shit!," Desiree yelled as she threw her cell phone on the seat next to her,"Shit! Shit! Shit!." She pounded the wheel with both her fists at every word.

"Son of a Bitch can piss me off so easily," She muttered as she opened up the glove compartment and took out the bottle of headache medicine she had kept there since she had became partners with Marcus Thompson. Desiree took two out and swallowed them with the cup of, now cold, coffee she had bought this morning after being so rudely awaken. It tasted awful but she didnt care.

Desiree sat back and closed her eyes trying to let the pounding in her temples die down a bit. They had warned her when she pulled Marcus as her partner. They had told her about his unorthodox methods and his bad attitude but she had accepted the assignment willingly. She was fresh and eager to prove her worth to everyone.

She soon found out why all his ex-partners called him "Renegade" behind his back. She was sure he knew about it and wondered if he knew all the other names they had for him as well. Probably did but she didnt see him giving a fuck about it.

The man was impossible and he firmly didnt believe that he needed a partner-resented having one in fact and he wasnt afraid to show it. She had once given him a dictionary for a Christmas present and told him to look up 'partner' as he didnt seem to know the meaning-she had even highlighted it for him. Desiree doubted he had looked at it though...sure as hell didnt seem like it.

She was jerked from her thoughts by a tap at the window. Looking up she groaned...this day was just getting better and better. Barton stood outside her car leering at her and she became conscious of the fact that her jacket was open and her shirt had come partially unbuttoned during the day.

Hastily she sat up and buttoned up her shirt and straightened out her jacket and skirt. Rolling down the window, she looked at him and snapped,"What do you want?"

He chuckled and said,"Now is that any way to greet the bearer of good news? I see you lost your partner...I just happen to know where he is. If your nice I just might let you in on it."

Desiree was not in a playing mood,"If you know where he is than spill it, Dickhead," She bit out,"Otherwise get the hell out of my way or get run over."

Barton laughed and replied,"Okay, its too good to keep to myself anyway. He's in with Captain Harrison now. The question is how bad is he screwing up all your effort with the Captian?"

She could still hear him laughing as she scrambled out of the car and ran for the front door of the station. She was cursing Marcus all the way up in the elevator. She called him every name she could think of and then, when she had exahusted her vocabulary, she started making up new ones.

She rushed to Captain Harrison's door and put her hand on the door knob. She paused, she could hear voices rising and falling in the office. She recognized both the Captian's and Marcus'. Now the only question remaining was did she open the door and go in or did she stay out here and wait to see if she still had a badge after Thompson was done.

[Edited by Isolde on 12-29-2000 at 03:12 PM]