isabela (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
backstabbing) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
outsiderslogs2013-02-23 12:58 pm
backstabbing) wrote in outsiderslogs2013-02-23 12:58 pm
Entry tags:
well I'm stubborn and wrong [OPEN / PLOT]
who. isabela & OPEN
what. taking advantage of chaos is what pirates do best
where. zeta district
when. saturday
warnings. isabela is a warning
When the cats are away, the mice come out to play. Or...however the hell that old saying goes.
There's a certain advantage to be taken when a city finds itself thrust into chaos. Unattended shops, people cowering in their homes, few people out and about to stop you from getting your hands wet with valuable. Save for some beasts which Isabela had little trouble flitting around with quick roguish feet, and some mercenaries roaming the streets, it was a fine time to wander out of her apartment alone with a dagger in each hand and a couple of lockpicks hidden somewhere in the confines of her outfit.
It was Satinalia for a woman like Isabela, and she'll be taking advantage of those at their most unguarded. Sure she had been taught better, but it takes her awhile for lessons learned to truly sink in.
Some of the security measures for these shops had proven to be difficult for a woman like Isabela to parse. Too much electronics, not enough locks, but she's found one or two where the owners couldn't afford technology that could stump a woman from a distant past, and she crouches in the shadows, unnoticed by passing mercs and beasts, fiddling with a lock and cursing mildly as it breaks. She reaches into her cleavage to fish out another, eyes narrowed in concentration, but ever on the alert in case someone approached her to either attack or scold her.
what. taking advantage of chaos is what pirates do best
where. zeta district
when. saturday
warnings. isabela is a warning
When the cats are away, the mice come out to play. Or...however the hell that old saying goes.
There's a certain advantage to be taken when a city finds itself thrust into chaos. Unattended shops, people cowering in their homes, few people out and about to stop you from getting your hands wet with valuable. Save for some beasts which Isabela had little trouble flitting around with quick roguish feet, and some mercenaries roaming the streets, it was a fine time to wander out of her apartment alone with a dagger in each hand and a couple of lockpicks hidden somewhere in the confines of her outfit.
It was Satinalia for a woman like Isabela, and she'll be taking advantage of those at their most unguarded. Sure she had been taught better, but it takes her awhile for lessons learned to truly sink in.
Some of the security measures for these shops had proven to be difficult for a woman like Isabela to parse. Too much electronics, not enough locks, but she's found one or two where the owners couldn't afford technology that could stump a woman from a distant past, and she crouches in the shadows, unnoticed by passing mercs and beasts, fiddling with a lock and cursing mildly as it breaks. She reaches into her cleavage to fish out another, eyes narrowed in concentration, but ever on the alert in case someone approached her to either attack or scold her.
dashing through the bullets
no survivors on this street so far, she had to decrypt a few locks to make sure...but she doesn't lower her guard. not even when, to her surprise, she sees someone else working the street.
Shepard hurries over, scanning around on the way for any sight for trouble, and throws herself backwards against the wall next to Isabela and the door she's trying to pick]
Anyone in there? [a beat, staring] ...What are you using?
no subject
Doom and gloom of attack.]
I certainly hope not.
[And she's gotten used to the idea that she's a bit more archaic than the people of this world are accustomed to, so she simply shrugs.]
A lockpick. You know, for picking locks. Handy little demon.