Post by Wesley Spencer on Oct 16, 2018 1:32:14 GMT
Wesley Spencer
Wesley moved down the street with a confident swagger. He had been part of the fools for a good while now. He had been pulled into the fold and melded into this crazy madness, but somehow..... It worked for him. He liked the chaos. He liked the danger. Before he met that crazy broad bleeding in the backseat of his stolen ride he was just a two bit criminal pulling odd jobs to keep the lights on. Now he was making some serious money under the guidance and leadership of the New York fools. And he was being completely honest he dug the respect that was slowly climbing it's way into his grasp.
People noticed when he walked in a door now. He wasn't just another nobody. Another bland faceless drone in a sea of New Yorkers. That meant something. There was a smirk on his lips as he walked past a cop. He knew he was untouchable. At least mostly. Being a fool meant family. It meant you had assholes to bail you out when you were being an asshole. That was the only game he knew really. Truth be told, Wesley was a pretty loyal guy. He took his convictions seriously and didn't turn his back on his responsibilites, but he was a thief with a code of honor in a town where shit like that used to mean something.
Standing at the corner waiting for the cross walk there was a busty blond wearing a light jacket. The light was taking forever to change. Wesley leaned against the stop sign and looked around. No one was paying him no mind. New Yorkers would ignore you if you were running down the street on fire.
One of his hands began to glow and radiation and head swam off his hand in waves. The girl began to sweat and she took off her jacket revealing two ripe melons barely contained by a light tank top. Wesley stood slightly on his tippy toes to take a momentary glance at what he uncovered and shook his head. It was a shame to cover things like those up. The smirk still lived on his face as the light changed and the walk sign flashed letting them know it was safe to cross. Wesley went one way, the busty blonde another.
She was forgotten almost as soon as his foot hit the street. Wesley hussled across the street to a car dealership that was waiting across from him. He saw the high end prices and marked up cars that weren't worth the sticker value slapped across the windshield. Waste of his time. His fingers danced anxiously. Looking around he noticed a sweet little ride parked further down the street.
Whistling as he moved he tried to act casual as he approached it. The slim jim came out of his pocket and popped the lock and he slid into the driver's seat. It was like poetry in motion he could be in and out in 30 seconds. 30 seconds was all it took for him to drive away with your ride and everything within it. The engine roared to life and Wesley wasted little time peeling off down the street. He wanted this pony to gallop and he wanted to test her speed.
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There are Different classes of criminal in the world. Some are in it for the thrill and some are just in it to survive and Harlow was somewhere in between. Or that was how it had been before she gained a lot of control over her power. The best thing about her criminal status was that people called her the ghost robber. There were no traces and no evidence anywhere she hit due to her power. When you could turn off alarms and cameras with the blink of an eye then you became great at your job.[break][break]
At first when she was a kid it was just to survive on her own. Now she took a bit more than needed because after all the shit she dealt with in life. Maybe Harlow felt a bit entitled to more in life but either way she was content. Other than the fact that she felt like an outsider in the human race and in her own life. She didn't have family nor any real connections with anyone out there. Most folks just shun her if they found out about her power. Not to mention its not like she could openly admit to being a thief for a living.[break][break]
Tonight she was actually on a job in a small jewelry shop and had left her car parked around the corner. The car was stolen as well but she just needed it to get the job done before she got out of town. Buffalo had made her quite a bit of cash and she was planning to leave the country for a bit. Since she didn't have any long standing ties to the community. Though as she was taking her time grabbing the more expensive pieces her attention turned. She could feel it when the man cracked the ignition and made off with her car.[break][break]
Everyone believed that cars were just nothing more than a machine. She knew that every electronic had its own system flaws and pains. Grabbing her back she moved out of the building and walked away. as she got a block away the security system went back into its armed state like nothing happened. Stepping into the road her eyes closed and she connected with her car. The man inside would hear the door locks click shut and the car began to speed and take turns her couldn't control. Within minutes it was coming to a halt in front of her and her eyes fell on the panicked man in the front seat.[break][break]
Moving to the passengers seat the door lock on the one door released and she slid inside. The car sped off as she put her seat belt on and sat her bag of jewelry between her legs. "So what exactly did you plan to do with my car? Gotta say its bad form to steal a stolen car." Harlow spoke with a smirk as the car took them into the warehouse district and the pulled into an empty warehouse. This place was one she rented and actually called home for the last year. No one ever came asking about anything here. Stepping out of the car she let the man actually exit the rolling prison.[break][break]
Post by Wesley Spencer on Oct 19, 2018 0:59:46 GMT
Wesley Spencer
When the car decided that it was time for the machines to rise up against man Wesley's eyes shot wide open. 'What the fuck?" Stamping his foot on the breaks and trying to forcibly shove the car into neutral didn't do much of shit. The break pedal wouldn't go down even a little and the shifter didn't move at all. When some dame slid into the passenger seat Wesley still didn't put two and two together. He still thought the car had some kind of malfunction until she spoke.
Slowly his eyebrows raised and realized that it was her making the car bend to her will. "This a stick up?" He asked, she ignored his question completely and told him it was bad form to steal and already stolen car. Wesley scoffed. "I'm with parking authority. You were double parked in a tow away zone. I could write you a ticket or...." His voice trailed off when the car came to a stop. Smart ass Wesley tried to bluff and bullshit his way out of a situation.
He didn't want to tip his hand and show her just how freaked out he had been, even though it was plain to see to anyone who cared to look at his face. She got out of the car and was smooth and dangerous. She moved like a woman ought to move. Sensual seductive motions and all the right attention grabbers to distract weak minded men. Wesley rolled his eyes slightly at the thought that this might work on him.
Truth was Wesley wasn't a ladies man. He wasn't a womanizer or a hound. He was a guy with simple ambitions. He wanted money, power and respect. The same things any other low life criminal wants. The fact that he had ran into a woman who peaked his interest was actually a surprise. And yes, she had peaked his interest. Stepping out of the car he leaned on the roof of it.
The demonic car with the mind of it's own fell silent. "I didn't catch your name." He reminded her. Sticking a cigarette in between his lips his other hand turned into a gun with the finger and thumb extended. The way you'd shadow puppet a gun on a wall and create the dangerous shape. The tip of his finger began to glow orange and he lit his cigarette with his own sweltering finger.
