Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 22, 2018 2:38:07 GMT -5
The night was early, and Alex had just stepped out to tend to some business. Spinning on her heel to shut her front door, she proceeded to lock it, then continue into the night with an excited grin on her face. This particular young woman was a night owl, and luckily, most of her business took place under the cover of darkness. Alex was a collector. Not with rocks or stuffed animals, but with weapons. She was The Hateful Eight's weapons expert. And tonight was huge for her, because she was on her way to pick up a Desert Eagle Mark XIX. To the uncultured swines who didn't know (AKA the rest of The Hateful Eight), that was just a fancy name for a fancy pistol. The rest of the information regarding this transaction was private, and not to be discussed under any circumstances as per arrangement by the seller, but she could say it was a success. Dealing with weapons - especially illegal weapons - called for anonymity. So it was only natural that everything be kept secret. Even from the closest of friends.
A short while after her own personal mission was complete, the young woman headed back to her apartment, checking to make sure she wasn't followed every five seconds because boy was she paranoid. Alex took out the newest addition to her ever growing collection of pistols and traced her finger along the trigger, examining it before she stuffed it back into the concealed inside pocket of her leather jacket. That was when she felt a buzz coming from her phone. Alexandria flopped down onto her couch, then held up her phone to read the message, squinting at the bright light.
She was just about to reply with a snarky response, which read 'If I EVER meet you in person, I am going to slap you SO hard that Google won't be able to find you.' It was super cheesy, but it worked. However, at the last second, she decided against it. One wrong move and Pure Gray could learn even her exact location, but then again, he probably already did? Geez, she would kill for a chance to murder his ass.
Shortly, another message popped up, giving coordinates and a short message at the end about pudding. The rest was gibberish, yet she still spent the majority of her night trying to decode it because she thought she was missing something? Maybe? Possibly? Alex ended up with three hours of sleep that night, and for the record, did not manage to unscramble anything else.
Her phone alarm was going off, and Alex muttered a curse, scrambling to grab her phone which found its way on the floor. Checking the time, she realized she was already late. "God, they probably think I'm dead." She let out a nervous chuckle to herself, grabbing what she needed and pulling up the coordinates on her phone.
Arriving at destination number one, she glanced around the store upon entry, but saw no familiar faces. Of course it was complicated. It always was. Alex ordered a Venti White Chocolate Mocha, one of her favorites, and the aforementioned pudding to go with it. While anxiously waiting for her food and drink to be ready, she pulled out her phone and did a little research, coming up with the address '3 Winter street, DC'. If there was another place to go after that, she swore she would scream. Thanking the barista for her order, she stepped back outside, greeted by a cold breeze.
Eventually Alexandria made it to the abandoned warehouse, walking right on in. Voices greeted her from inside, and she finally recognized some faces. Not surprisingly, Alex seemed to be the last one to arrive. "Sorry not sorry for my late arrival. I spent all night trying to decode your damn message." Sticking her tongue out, she took a long swig of her coffee. "It is much too early for me."
A short while after her own personal mission was complete, the young woman headed back to her apartment, checking to make sure she wasn't followed every five seconds because boy was she paranoid. Alex took out the newest addition to her ever growing collection of pistols and traced her finger along the trigger, examining it before she stuffed it back into the concealed inside pocket of her leather jacket. That was when she felt a buzz coming from her phone. Alexandria flopped down onto her couch, then held up her phone to read the message, squinting at the bright light.
She was just about to reply with a snarky response, which read 'If I EVER meet you in person, I am going to slap you SO hard that Google won't be able to find you.' It was super cheesy, but it worked. However, at the last second, she decided against it. One wrong move and Pure Gray could learn even her exact location, but then again, he probably already did? Geez, she would kill for a chance to murder his ass.
Shortly, another message popped up, giving coordinates and a short message at the end about pudding. The rest was gibberish, yet she still spent the majority of her night trying to decode it because she thought she was missing something? Maybe? Possibly? Alex ended up with three hours of sleep that night, and for the record, did not manage to unscramble anything else.
Her phone alarm was going off, and Alex muttered a curse, scrambling to grab her phone which found its way on the floor. Checking the time, she realized she was already late. "God, they probably think I'm dead." She let out a nervous chuckle to herself, grabbing what she needed and pulling up the coordinates on her phone.
Arriving at destination number one, she glanced around the store upon entry, but saw no familiar faces. Of course it was complicated. It always was. Alex ordered a Venti White Chocolate Mocha, one of her favorites, and the aforementioned pudding to go with it. While anxiously waiting for her food and drink to be ready, she pulled out her phone and did a little research, coming up with the address '3 Winter street, DC'. If there was another place to go after that, she swore she would scream. Thanking the barista for her order, she stepped back outside, greeted by a cold breeze.
Eventually Alexandria made it to the abandoned warehouse, walking right on in. Voices greeted her from inside, and she finally recognized some faces. Not surprisingly, Alex seemed to be the last one to arrive. "Sorry not sorry for my late arrival. I spent all night trying to decode your damn message." Sticking her tongue out, she took a long swig of her coffee. "It is much too early for me."