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@katty-priel-blog
Probably. Just let me get up thereā¦[she stood on her toes and grabbed the box] here ya go.
Someone new? Thatād be a helluva twist.
Thanks. [takes the box from Sylvie]Ā Much more helpful than Deacon. He told me to get a ladder and then didn't even know if we had one.Ā
It'd be a "helluva" annoyance.
Someoneās doing that?
Whose your money on?
The leader or the short one. Probably one of them or them trying to one up each other on a stupid bet.
If it's someone new, this gang is going to hell in a prank basket.
Donāt know, donāt care
Wow. Aren't we a ray of sunshine.
Fine. Thanks for all your help.
Hilarious, Kat.
Get a ladder or something.
I'm definitely more hilarious than you are right now.
We have a ladder?
Yeah sure, Iāll get it. Top shelf you said?
Yeah, thanks. I appreciate not having to climb onto the countertop. Whoever thinks its funny to keep sticking my toiletries box up there is going to be dismembered.
No ā I just need you to reach up there and grab it for me.
Neon Graveyard || Scott & Katty
A small smile in return was all she got for her comment, alongside a nod. He considered their situation before he responded to her question, trying to take into account the whole picture and not just the details. āFind me a way in. Any sign of guards, and we high-tail outta here before they see us - if that goes wrong, we use our guns before they can send for more security.ā Katty was short, but if he let her step up on his hands, sheād be just tall enough to reach the window - so Scott got down on his knees beside her, forming a makeshift harness of sorts with his hands; letting the younger Killjoy step onto it before he started lifting her upwards.Ā
"Iāll circle around the building - try to see if I can find a way in myself, just in case." It didnāt take long before the window was open enough for Katty to climb in without any trouble, and Scott watched her disappear into the dark and dimly-lit building, waiting for a moment just in case whatever room sheād climbed into was less safe than theyād been counting on - and then he began walking around the building; steps quiet and gun at the ready as he looked for a way in.
If either of them encountered any trouble, they had their walkie-talkies, but hopefully it would go as well as it could - with no bullets spent, and a good amount of loot.
Katty used Scott's hand as a step to get up to the window. A couple well placed hits with the heel of her hand and the window opened. She nodded in reply to Scott's plan before shuffling through the window. Getting through and not falling face-first onto a tile floor was her first priority. The minute her front half was through, she twisted to get some sort of grip on the window frame and get one foot on the edge of the sink. It was awkward, but Katty finally got herself into the bathroom and waited to hear Scott's footfalls in the sand outside.Ā
She eased herself onto the floor and pressed her ear against the bathroom door. Voices mumbled inside, occasionally punctuated by a louder comment or a laugh. Maybe it wouldn't be as quiet as she thought. Katty crouched by the door and twisted the knob slowly. The minute the latch left the door frame, she pulled it open slowly, quietly, hoping the hinges wouldn't squeak before she was able to get a couple inches of the next room. She was in luck, staying silent as she was able to survey the room in small strips.Ā
Next came the counting. Five men. Six chairs. One door. Four windows. The lighting was dim, but she could tell the men were sitting around a table, cards and coins all over the top. Busting up a poker game would either be really easy or really hard. A couple empty bottles on the floor and several partially filled bottles and cups on the table had her thinking it'd be hard.
Katty unclipped the walkie-talkie from her hip. "There's five. Poker." Her voice was low and hushed, and she kept her finger on the button so Scott couldn't reply and somehow give away her position. Shuffling outside int he main room drew her attention away from further planning. "Hold up, I gotta piss man."Ā
Her eyes widened and she moved quickly to get behind the door. Katty nearly held her breath as the footsteps got closer from the outside, her grip on the walkie-talkie tightening as she brought it closer to her lips. "You need to move fast." Just as she advised Scott, Katty moved quickly herself. The minute the man stumbled in the bathroom door, he flipped on the light, and she was a darkly-dressed figure against the dingy tile. "What theĀ fu ā"Ā Katty dropped the walkie-talkie in the sink and had a knife in the man's throat before he could finish his sentence.Ā
Duck and Cover | Katty & Anthony
He was off duty, and had been the entire day - miraculously. He had a faint feeling it had to do with Stalloneās reappearance, and his superiors wanting him to be ready in the event that Dallon should somehow fail: a scenario Anthony doubted would happen. Dallon Roe, as far as Anthony was concerned, was a prodigy, and that made him all the more dangerous - he was a successful graduate of Project Repentance, not a butchered one; no signs of an impending mental breakdown anywhere in sight.Ā
But with any and all attention focused on the capture of an AWOL ex-soldier, well - that meant Anthony had mostly free reigns to do what he wanted to do, and it just so happened that what he wanted to do was something that had been planned for months.
All heād done was wait; wait for the right time, and now, with a free decoy - well, it was definitely the right time.
Except for how someone else was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Several someone elseās, in fact. Heād planned on simply avoiding the gunfire as much as he could, though there no other routes than through the area of conflict. The all-black combat gear he was dressed in was not quite Government and not quite Black Ops; Anthony favoring the equipment heād received access to after graduating Project Repentance - optimized for speed and precision in close combat, rather than being able to survive a few bullets in a war zone at medium to long range battle. It was assassination garb, pure and simple; trusting the user to be able to protect themselves - though heād dismantled it some; hiding the bulletproof vest beneath a hoodie, and skipping out on the pants entirely, leaving him with the parts meant for the torso, as well as the mask that covered his face from his nose down.
And protect himself he would, but the idiots firing bullets at each other would make it difficult.
His gun wasnāt the latest in Government - hell, it was old by their standards, and purposely so. Had he used a new one, suspicion would be placed immediately on any agents with access to it, and that was a dumbfuck thing to do, as far as Anthony was concerned. No, his weapon was old - but trustworthy, and it did its job well. With quiet steps, he rounded a corner, and at the end of the alley, he could spot a smaller, more petite figure leaning against the brick wall, gun in hand. Heād heard the scream of pain from around the corner - decapacitated, but not dead. Annoyance began rearing its head inside him as he considered the time he was working with: whatever this shootout was about, it was hindering him from his own plan, and it would be best if he could get out without anyone spotting him.
But the route with the least amount of cameras was straight ahead, past the smaller figure; past whoever they were shooting at - and heād be damned if he thought getting past cameras without being seen at all was doable. He had one choice, and one choice only: use as few bullets as possible to remove himself from the area of conflict with interrupting his planned route. Steps still quiet, he pulled out two guns - pointing one at the figure on his side as he walked with calm steps in their direction (all to signify that he would shoot if they proved to be trouble), and the left-side one ready to take out whatever was around the corner.Ā
It didnāt matter which side he helped. He might as well make a makeshift ally out of whoever the person was - the alliance lasting until the shootout was done, at which point Anthony could remove himself and continue with his own goddamn business.
Katty's eyes were fixed on the level bar on the side of her ray gun. The little segments slowly lit up, but stopped three-quarters of the way up. It was slowly losing power which meant the blasts would be slower and contain less heat, neither good things to be dealing with in the middle of a gun fight. "Fuck." She muttered under her breath, shouts and fires coming from behind the corner and getting closer. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, the heavy feeling of someone watching her starting to crawl up her back. Among the ricochetting pings, though, she thought she heard something soft and low, like fabric rubbing against itself. Combined, it was enough to make her turn around and stare at the barrel of a gun.
Three immediate options. Shoot, scream, run. All would get her out of the current situation, but none would guarantee she'd be alive when she jumped into the other. Katty remained crouched and raised her hands about head level, palms facing him with one hand still clutching her gun. If he was on the other side, he would have fired on sight. The duel had just turned into a three-party fight. "I just need to get out of here, so we can help each other or I can let you walk out into raining bullets." The firefight seemed to slow some, instead only the quiet sound of shoes on concrete echoing around as people moved to more secure positions.
Maybe They'll Leave You Alone, But Not Me || Katty & Drew [Past Para]
Solitude was Drewās preferred lunch time scenario. She hated the other students, seeing them as brainless peons who were remarkably idiotic and uncouth. A chronic lunch skipper, she spent more time chatting up her teachers, brown nosing her way into extra points, or reading everything she could get her hands on in the library to maintain an edge up on her classmates. Rarely did she stay from her routine. Someone or something had to be awfully interesting for her to pass the library and keep walking toward the cafeteria.Ā
"Ah, just the person I wanted to see." She stepped out in front of the girl, blocking her path with a cocky smile. "We are going to sit over there," she said, pointing to a table in a corner of the room, "And we are going to get to know each other." And by that, she meant she was going to terrorize the new girl into submission, letting her know just how much she did not belong in the Governmentās training program and how she would be better off doing something else with her time. "Or, we can always go sit with your friends. If you have any. Iām sure they wonāt mind meeting me. What do you think, Katie?"
Katty froze the minute she saw the red head in her view. She could see Matt at the table, talking and likely waiting for her to show up, but thankfully he hadn't seen her yet. Drew's words were intimidating ā to a point. There were many tactics this girl could use to bully people around her and the last thing Katty wanted was to give the girl a way in, a way to find what annoyed her most. Katty loved biology, but her grades in chemistry failed to move her into the biochemical fast track to get an internship. Instead, her career interests had been shifted to interrogation and gang infiltration. Rather than let Drew get under her skin, Katty treated it like a game.
A smile spread across her face, tight, but there. "Sure, let's go over there. I was going to sit by myself anyway, so having a friend sounds great." The words were strained and an edge of sarcasm had started to creep in partway through her reply. She shrugged off the mediocre acting attempt, she made her way over to the table Drew had pointed out. Katty sat down and put her tray in front of herself. "You wanna plan a sleepover? Since I know you were wondering, I prefer painting nails to braiding hair." She grinned before putting a forkful of lettuce in her mouth.
Show Me Why You're Strong || Sage & Katty
"Uh.." Sage looked from Kattyās hand again and back up nervously, blushing at the critique. Finally, she placed her hand on her hip, forgetting about the knife as she puffed out her cheeks and glared at the trap itself. "Well, itās not like the diagram was detailed or anythingā¦it looks exactly like the picture! I- people? No. Just gameā¦for food." She shrugged and the cicadas carried on in their buzzing. The grass swayed slightly in the rare breeze and the trees stood still unaffected. "Seems like you know how to set it upā¦?"
Katty let her hand fall to her side, knife in her grip but no longer a suddenly lethal threat to Sage. It was't until the girl really started speaking that she even remembered how innocent Sage had seemed compared to the average Toy Soldier. If anything, Katty believed this failed trap was the start of a bigger, more elaborate trap, but Sage hardly seemed the type. "Barely," she admitted, moving so as to prevent her boots from getting caught in the rope. "But with a diagram I may be able to at least do better than this."
Her comment was worded harshly, but Katty's tone was more technical than emotional, her mind already trying to figure out how the trap was supposed to work and what in how it was set up would prevent that from happening. "The real question is why you went with something this ancient. They've got some now that are metal stakes that if someone steps in the grid, it electrocutes it." Katty put her knife away and neared Sage, expecting the girl to pull out the diagram she'd referred to earlier.
Duck and Cover | Katty & Open
How these people had so many guns was beyond her, but it was starting to get ridiculous. The āpopās and āzewās all blended together as bullets and lasers flew. She finally ducked behind a house, and the fire ceased for a few moments. Ever since her mistake with Scott, sheād been sticking to the outer ring in order to get supplies the Killjoys needed. However, it seemed one mistake was leading to another. Judging by what had happened and what the people yelled at each other, sheād started connecting dots. The store sheād broken into had a basement distillery and bottling operation. While the store was just a front, the guy whoād come from the back still hadnāt been pleased and by the time sheād hit the street, four more were crawling from a basement door and two out the front behind her.
Katty caught her breath enough to lean out from around the building, pull her gun, and fire. The girl sheād shot at fell to her knees, but Katty knew a leg shot was unlikely to kill her fast enough. Being the type to enjoy stealth, she only had one clip of bullets and several knives. She was going to have to shoot better than that if she was going to get out of this and get back to the station that night.
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Neon Graveyard || Scott & Katty
The piles behind the electric fence were eerily lit by sparse lights. Sickly tinged white poured over the sharp angles of metal, wires and glass. Katty half expected pieces of it to suddenly rise up into some sort of security defense, but she knew it was just her imagination getting the best of her. Getting the electricity cut off from part of the fence was easy enough, but making sure they could raid in peace was important.
Working with Scott was nearly always something Katty enjoyed. They communicated quickly and effectively and if something went wrong, they got out of it together. Even after the last issue that had arisen from her attempt at revenge, they'd gone to wander out again. A couple exchanges of money and information had gotten her a some pieces of blueprints for technology the gang didn't have ready access to. Getting the pieces to try to build and fix hover boards, phones, cars and gun modifications could be useful and lead to them being able to create their own tech to override existing systems. Katty knew it was a long shot, but it'd pass the time none the less.
She went over to the small window and waited for Scott to give her a lift up to crawl in. Chances were the window was connected to a bathroom. "If this is a bathroom, I hope it's empty." A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth at her comment to Scott. "I go here, what do you want to do? I don't know how many rooms or people we're looking at, but it can't be too many if there's an electric fence."
Show Me Why You're Strong || Sage & Katty
"Katty! Watch your fo-" Sageās concern disappeared into relief which turned into confusion as the girl stepped into the trap but it didnāt go off. "What the heckā¦I set it up but I guess I did it wrong, you okay?" She slowed down into a jog and then stopped before the fellow brunette, gaze darting from the trap sheād set up to the knife in Kattyās hand. Cicadas started to chirp, the air around them was stagnate and inched into a stifling heat that would last until sun down. Sage felt a bead of sweat roll down her neck, eyes drawing up to Kattyās face.
"Shoot." Sage stuttered back a step.
Katty watched Sage come nearer. Even as the girl spoke and looked down at Katty's feet, she couldn't bring herself to look down. All her encounters with the other girl had seemed tame and sincere. But if she was truly that way, what was going on? Katty kept her gaze fixed on Sage, knife still gripped until Sage started stepping backward. She intensified her look for a second, warning her with her eyes not to make a move, before she looked down at her feet. Rope was laid out in what looked like a trap, but it wasn't laid out right. Katty looked back up, slightly amused though still guarded. She honestly didn't understand why she was using something so old-fashioned, to start. "Are you really trying to trap people with this thing? It's not even good enough to catch a squirrel."Ā
Maybe They'll Leave You Alone, But Not Me || Katty & Drew [Past Para]
Who did the new girl think she was? Had she not realized that forming tense relationships with her older classmates would be to her detriment? Drew almost pitied her, knowing that the girl was about to have the worst school year sheād ever experienced. Almost being the keyword, because most of the girlās bullying was going to be done by Drew herself. There was a status quo to maintain, a hierarchy to be respected. Skipping a few grades did not change oneās social rank.
Calmly deciding that Katty was nothing more than a plaything, Drew reached out and tipped the bunsen burner over, crucible and all. āSir!ā she cried out, catching the attention of the lab instructor. āKassy just wasted our sample!ā The wrinkles on the manās forehead deepened and he let out a few choice words before telling the two girls that there was not enough time for them to start over and that they needed to watch the pair of students the next table over. Drew rose from her seat with a satisfied smile and patted Katty on the back. āIāll see you at lunch.āĀ
The minute Drew's hand shot out, Katty knew she needed to move, but it wasn't fast enough. The flame shot out along with the sample spilling. She was able to cut off the gas in time to avoid minimal damage, though her pen was melted and the edges of her notebook had gotten browned. Everything about Drew was grating on Katty's nerves, but she had no way to fix it. The way she miss-pronounced her name, her attitude, her expectations ā They were all wrong. Katty angrily shrugged away from Drew's touch and glared as she stood up. The teacher looked at her with a look and a shake of his head before continuing. Not wanting to appear weak, she observed the other table, standing as far away from her on the table as possible.
Katty sincerely hoped she didn't share lunch with the red-head from hell, but it was only a wish. She got her food on her tray and smiled at the lunch room cashiers as she handed them her card. After a short conversation about the events in the woman's morning, Katty smiled and moved on. She put her tray on her textbooks and left the kitchen, scanning the tables for Matt. When they made eye contact, she smiled and started making her way over to him. They had aĀ lotĀ to talk about with this new class.
Itāll hold. [drops down on the other side of the fence and starts walking, pulling his bandana up]
[climbs over the fence and falls; she adjusts her wig and pulls her hood up before following Scott]
I can fit through that side window if you can boost me up. We can take it from the inside and the outside?
I knew what I was in for. You donāt have to apologize.
As far as wanted posters go - I already have one. As long as they didnāt recognize me, it should be fine.
[nods] Alright. I just wanted you to know.
