A *Bite* out of Crime (Caedia)

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Date: 5/11/1999 12:44 AM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn


Silver eyes tinged with brown rings searched through the night air into the drawstring bag she had clipped to a belt. The belt hung a bit loose, but still firmly from hips wrapped securely in tight black spandex. Luckily for her, one of her foster families had tried to clean her up and interest her in something by enrolling her in dance classes. It paid off from time to time.

Soft black shoes held to her feet as she bent at the knees to get a better light from a distant corner torch. Yep, it was all there. Small bag of flour, shoe horn, sprig of broccoli, toothpaste tub, mouthwash bottle, a hanger, small razor and the dentures.

She climbed into the safety strap and snuggled it on tight around her waist, taking care to avoid the mechanic that held the rope in place. Another smallish backpack was on her hip, a "fanny pack" as the nearly antique thing was called back in her world. This was filled with yet another thing from her old world, something Annette and Tony had scrimped and saved to get her. A portable CD player.

Everyone in her time had reverted to Mini Diskette Gold Players. It was like a CD, only smaller. They improved on the original Mini disk to create the players. The players could tap into any data base and play whatever artist you selected, from whatever year you wanted. At least, if the band was real and registered... Those players however, were expensive as hell, and CD players had basically been put out of business. "Too bulky, and too easy
to break or lose a CD," was the papers' reports when the business went belly up.

She pulled out what looked to be a dart gun and held it up towards the one story building's rooftop. Satisfied she had a good shot to the cement chimney stack, she lowered the gun and checked her equipment once more. Silvers peered around to see if anyone was watching and when the coast was clear, her slender digits poked the fanny pack, grateful at the ensuing beat.

Arms lifted once more to aim a shot towards the concrete.

"Eight ball, corner pocket," she murmured. With the twang of release she jerked the rope into place. An excited sneer lit up her shapely lips. <twang!> Jerking the rope into place, a sneer lit up excitedly on her lips. The tip had crashed through both sides of the bricks and neatly held it's place as she tested the limits.

~I'm a man.… I'm real proud of my.. manhood.~

Gawds she loved this song … and as the words rolled, she moved. Such a good song, silly for such a serious purpose.

"Oh yeah, someone's teeth is *real* serious." She snorted and put a foot up on the building. Grunting and pushing with a soft leap from the ground, her leather glove covered hands gripped the rope and pulled her up as she sang.

~I like to smoke.. ten thousand cigarillios.~

The guitar was singing in her earphones as feet inched their way up the wall. She was surprisingly strong for both her gender and her size, and it helped that dueling was keeping her in shape.

~Eight ball... I could climb any.. fountains~

Okay, so it was a side of a building … but hey… It was hard. Okay, so maybe not considering her equipment. When she had a little lax on the rope, she pulled a lever on the mechanism and it held the slack taut so that if she let go, she'd be in the same place.

~I never cry... I only ball when I'm... loooosin'. And I've never been wrong ... never been wrong ... never been... wrrrooooooong. And I'm lookin' so good… lookin' so good… lookin' so… Gooooooood.~

She had paused mid-climb to look out at the part of the city she didn't usually see from the ground and murmured the chorus of the song as she grinned with awe.

~Got a big gold gun … got a big gold gun … got a big … gold … bullet… And I guess you could say … and I guess you could say… I'm real full of it… I'm real full of it… I'm real full of it… I'm real full of.. real full of.. real full of.. ~

The rest of the ascent was easy with the equipment, and she made good time. The guitar's whining made the rest of her trip pleasant with the brisk night wind. She pulled herself over the lip of the building and took on last look around at the city.

~I'm real straight … you wanna see my pecca.. dillios... Hot dog.. 7:30 in the.. morrrning~

The drawstring bag was zipped open with ease, the toothpaste tube came out along with the broccoli, the mouthwash bottle, and the flour. It was time to move quickly. Quickly … she did. The toothpaste tube was opened up, a white thick line was squeezed out of it as she made two small circles like eyes. The cap was pulled off of the mouthwash.

~and I'm big into war.. big into war.. big into.. waaaaarr.. ~

Pouring the stuff from the mouthwash bottle on the concrete, she used the broccoli sprig to mix the stuff and stepped back, mouthing the next few words. Nearly instantly the two splotches of roof melted off and dropped down into the room below. Taking off the hanger from her belt, she bent it between her fingers and stuffed it into the holes. Once she had a secure handle with the twisted hanger, she poured the stuff around the holes making
a bigger circle to ensconce them with.

The music was keeping perfect beat. She would have glanced at a watch had she remembered to bring one back with her.

The mixing was held with the last of the broccoli sprig and she tossed that aside, holding onto the hanger and straddling the hole carefully. It was like a manhole cover when the reaction made it's way through the material, and she pulled the top and set it down on the roof.

Fingers reach for the razor and she pulled off the plastic safety cover and scratched off a portion of the melted concrete.

~and I shave with Gillette.. shave with Gillette.. shave with gi.... leeeeetttee.~

She was dancing to the music as she moved, still with speed and accuracy. The shoe horn was pulled out, looking more like a bent up rounded L. That was put on the edge of the concrete she scraped off, the rope she was still connected to was set inside the groove. There, now the rope wouldn't scrape against the side or get eaten by the goo stuff.

Now.. for the flour. Yeah, this was the olden times, but you never could tell. The little spout she had torn into the bag was put to use as rained the white powder down. Quick silver looked to make sure that there were no red beams indicating that kind of security, or any type of trip wire that might be hindering. Nothing. That's a plus.

Down she went, carefully letting her rope loose as quietly as possible, the music in her ears had been turned down low so that she could hear herself … and you can bet she wasn't singing anymore. The building was actually a museum and quite nice if you liked that sort of thing. Caedia didn't.

Luckily the object she was searching for wasn't too far away... Teeth. She wasn't kidding with the crack she had made to her employer.

"You want me to steal someone's Teeth? What do I look like… a dentist?" He assured her that it was a skeletal figure of teeth taken from some dead guy. Yeah, that made it all better.

But … there they were, bright and shiny and well, okay … not bright and shiny, but she might as well have picked up a dead rat. These teeth weren't the best kept in the world.

"Uggh. It's called … toothpaste." She swapped the old teeth for the pretty colored ones you might see in a dental office and slipped the new ones into a hard case around her belt.

Quicker than she entered, she exited and simply cut the rope. Skipping off and singing another song, she grinned at a job well done.




~Caedia~





Never take away everything a person has..



cause when a person has nothing to lose,



that's when they're most dangerous.

[DoF Archive]

Date: 6/17/1999 2:39 AM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn

"Indeed." The voice smoothed over the silence, one she wouldn't call uncomfortable for she had produced it. Silvers raked over the old man once more, her nose wrinkling at the gnarled greedy fingers that reached forward to beckon her closer.

"And the others?" It was then that she showed any signs of hesitation, startledness hidden behind frozen mercurical gaze. Her own deft fingers treaded up to her belt loop to unsnap the hard cover black box free and set it gently on the desk. For all she cared, she could have tossed it on the desk with no set backs, however, it would have given the old man a near heartattack, and she couldn't have anything jepordize her money.

"The others," she said finally breaking her silence, "will come at a higher price." Her voice was cold and calculated, words not to be trifled with. He only nodded slightly, allowing her the comfort of knowing she wouldn't have to fight it.

"Perchance I may ask why?" The greedy fingers had evaded the box, the grin on his face evil enough to make the teeth shrink. It was a grin, a decadence of disgusting display that Caedia had grown up with.

"Because I ask." Once more he nodded, his fingers moving to play with the box. It wasn't money he was worried about, it was of no importance to him.

"It's because of where you have to go to get them?"

His voice ensued a nod from her, "The danger escalates in the different territories. The chance of being caught is higher, and I need more involved tools. Security systems were made in those years, things that I will have to learn and disable. I'll need a partner, he'll require money too. I want half up front, and half upon delivery. Understood?"

He nodded once and pointed towards the door.

"You'll have your money soon. Go gather your friend."




~Caedia~





Never take away everything a person has..



cause when a person has nothing to lose,



that's when they're most dangerous.

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Date: 8/9/1999 7:24 PM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn

The sun had risen, barely seen in her room as her window faced West and her windows were covered with thick curtains... but silvers knew. Her eyes fluttered open to stare at the ceiling.. her favorite morning time persuit. Concentrate until sight can focus.. then clear thoughts.

She knew that the warmth beside her.. and memory flooded in quickly.. nearly suffocating her. What had she done? Was this safe?? What the hell was she doing. Mercurial gaze slid shut again, reliving and rethinking the past night.

She shivered slightly.. remembering his touch, remembering his words... remembering how she answered him. What was done was done, she couldn't take back words she had said, there was no rewind button on life. Her eyes opened. She could handle this. It was alright.. he was still there.. still next to her.. and sleeping.

Once she had enough presence of mind to move, she grimaced as she sat up and cautiously slipped out of bed. Jen's medicine cabinet was gratefully used as she popped some pills for the pain. The stitches would heal, the soreness would go away, but there was a job to be done now.

She turns to watch him a bit as she leaned against the dresser.. just silent watching the way his chest rises and falls with each breath. The way his face was haloed in the false light, and the way his lips were parted. She really didn't regret her feelings, nor the fact that she had told him and for once, she regretted leaving.

Bending down she finished the packing that had gotten 'put off' the night before and without another word, she blew a kiss to the sleeping one and slipped out into the coming tide.

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Date: 8/9/1999 8:17 PM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn


The trip there hadn't been bad at all.. she was getting used to the flux in the air and the way her stomach was twisted, leaving her to be nauseated for the hour after. Time travel wasn't easy.. but she enjoyed it nearly as much as she enjoyed her job for one main reason. There were so many interesting things in different times.. it was neat to be able to discover how people were back then, or up there. Besides,
nineteen ninety-eight was the time that CD's still were popular and she had a few CD's to replace.

She was moving swiftly after hitting the CD shop, trying to find out where her "job" was at. There it was. She wrinkled her nose. The grand building was indeed grand, majestic in the ways the castles were made in Rhydin. Her head tilted nearly all the way back just to see the top of the building. Clutching to her bag as she studied it, she pursed her lips and finally turned to head towards her hotel room.

Her room was right across from the museum so not only was it convenient, but if something went wrong, she could escape quickly. Not that she expected any trouble. She drops her bag off in the relatively nice room, then heads back over to the building and in. The displays were nice, but she was mostly interested in the cameras that lined the hallways, and on particular room that had a fire escape door.

Her destination? An Egyptian decor in the pale brown color of the sands and many concrete statues littered the floor as if watching her intently knowing her reason for being there. She located the item she was searching for with ease.. it wasn't even protected as it wasn't really valuable to them. This was going to be an easy job.

Nodding and smiling at the gaurd, she stalked out of the room and towards the main entrance. Once outside, she began phase two.

[DoF Archive]

Date: 8/9/1999 8:19 PM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn

So far, so good. Her hair was put up in a soft draped bun, little curls hanging down around her cheeks in delicate accent, and her dress was marvelous. The front scooped down and hung in folds, adding volume and gathering attention to those curves, and the high front, low back and extra slits in both sides added attention towards her legs. Luckily, hose hid most of her bruises on her legs, and the long sleeves hid
the stitches and bruises there.

Make-up on, soft ballet shoes on, and a small purse, she strode out onto the street and headed for the museum. There was a reason she had to be there at this particular time.. there was a meeting to be held with all sorts of head people there. Something about a magnificent addition and yadda this. She could care less. There was no way she was staying in this time.

Signing her name as Sade Thornbane, she made her way into the grand speaking room and sat down. Silver gaze curiously picked out along the crowd trying to see if her brother had shown up. Not that she could see. Just like him to skip out on her, probably over some woman as well. Oh well, she had planned for such an occasion and could handle herself.. somehow.

She had planned her entrance well, and a few minutes later, the lights dimmed and a man began to speak. Waiting a bit, but not focusing on the man's words whatsoever, she finally stood and excused herself to the 'ladies room'. Carefully exiting that room and sneaking her way into the hallway just passed the ladies room, she nodded to the door. A few minutes later, a homeless guy with a smell that could knock daisies instantly dead walked in..
dirt spattering everywhere.

The gaurds she knew would be in a booth watching the video monitors, but it was the homeless guy they were watching now, she could tell through the vague glass as a light was on behind. Swiftly moving down the hall, she came to the same room she had scoped out earlier in the day. Stopping before the doorway, she reached up and grabbed a small box from atop a cabinet.. .. if only the museum knew that they were paying their custodians for nothing!
She stepped just inside the doorway quickly before anyone could notice in the camera's there.

Earlier before she walked in there, she had taken the time to carefully cut the wires to the camera in that room. The way it looked (cause she knew the gaurds would jump all over that.. ) was that a bunch of rats had carefully chewn through the wire.. it would take a bit to fix it and luckily, none of them were qualified to touch it. Everything required that you have to be licensed in that field or you could get sued.

Now that the room was saved from spying eyes, she flipped on the machine she had gotten from the cabinet.. it was from the Titanic set up, on tour days they set up the fog machine to create the cold water effect. It was now handy for fogging up the room so that she could see the red streaks across the room. Unzipping the long part of her skirt as she patiently awaited for the fog to hurry across, she placed her purse carefully and started the
CD. Wireless earphones (from closer to her time) were snug in her ears and a few minutes of soft music filtered to her ears. A deep breath and she began.



~we walk the narrow path~



Bending down to avoid touching the top red laser beam, she pulled her leg up carefully and swung it around horizontally until she passed the safe point and carefully set her leg down. The beam was startlingly high and she was glad for long legs.



~beneath the smoking skies~



Slowly she shifted her weight... balanced on her left toe, then finally pulled it up once balance was sure, and behind her.. keeping it at one level and careful not to stutter.



~sometimes, we can barely tell the difference~



Down... settle.. balance.. Lift.. swing.. breathe.. slowly down. It was becoming a pattern.


~between darkness, and light~
~deleted faith~






~in what we believe~



She had settled now, calmly moving and singing.. who cared? No one could hear her anyway but the statues.. and besides, she had a good voice!



~the truest test.. is one we cannot.. one we cannot see~



She stuttered once, and took a deep breath. Resting a minute until she felt like she had a good balance again, she pulled her leg up and began to sing again. It was hard being hunched over this way and lift her legs.. especially with the pain.



~I hear the pounding feet in the.. in the streets below~



The move was slow.. strenous and tantalizing.. She wanted nothing more to stand up and simply get it over with. She had worked hard on getting where she was however, and wasn't turning back now.. besides, she was getting paid good for this one.



~!t wont rain all the time.. the sky wont fall forever.~
~and though the night seems long.. your tears wont fall forever~



She pressed forward on her purse, having had the device enough to know it by heart. The next song made her stop for a moment. It was a rewritable CD, so it had a mixture of songs on it. She had forgotten about this song, and this one she wasn't going to sing aloud.

~Lightning crashes.. an old mother cries~
~her placenta falls.. to the floor~

She sucked in such a breath mixed with need and pain that she had to stop for quite a bit.. pausing to gain senses. She should have pressed forward again, but she didn't have the heart.

~The angel opens her eyes~
~the confusion sets in.. before the doctor.. can even close the door~

Her leg was pulled up and carefully stretched above danger's way.. but her mind was on a different time. A time in the future when she had first killed who she had thought to be her brother and ran away.

~Lightning crashes.. an old mother dies~
~her intentions fall.. to the floor~

Somehow, lost in thought, she managed to keep moving and stay where she was supposed to, only faltering once due to sore and tired muscles. She managed to open her lips and sing the next line.

~the angel closes her eyes.. the confusion that was hers.. belongs now.. to the baby down the hall~

One more line.. one more leg lift.. and she was there.. standing in safety of a display not too heavily gaurded.. with tears silently streaming down her cheeks. She pressed the stop button.

[DoF Archive]

Date: 8/12/1999 1:04 AM Central Daylight Time
From: TarethThrn


He was tempted to suddenly drop right on top of her, but that would defeat the purpose.

Tareth lay neatly cushioned on air, suspended from a rig and harness depending from a small hole cut directly into the roof. The sides of the steel hole were melted clean through, suggesting little care for evidence or consequence... they were, after all, not planning on staying in town that long.

It was the tears that stopped him from the usual jubilant entrance. Somehow, he could only manage a slower decent... releasing his hold on the caliper at his belt harness only marginally. Once near ground level, he put the caliper on lock, and swiveled his body upside-down (not like it did a whole lot of damage to his hairdo).

It was just this way that he managed to stretch out an arm, and wipe a single finger across one tear's path as she shuts off the headset.

"Bout time you got here" said with a kindly grin... which might seem a girmmace from her point of view.


----------=Thorn=----------

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Date: 8/12/1999 1:28 AM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn

She jerked back violently, nearly undoing all her hard work. She hadn't expected anyone and thought it to be a gaurd or something. How do you explain that? Uh, sorry sir, I left something here earlier today and thought I'd get it without bothering anyone. Heh, he'd nod as he was handcuffing you.

It was the blonde spikes that looked normal even upsidedown that set her off, and quickly she wiped her own tears, struggling to look iritated.

"Here I thought you'd stood me up, and instead you're playing like a kid on a playground." She looked up towards the ceiling and shook her head.

"My brother, the batboy." She was already moving however, going to get what they had come for. The hand was held up triumphantly, then just as neatly stuffed into a similar hard case that she had held the teeth in and tucked into her purse.

"Now, feel like getting us out of here?"

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Date: 8/12/1999 3:14 PM Central Daylight Time
From: TarethThrn

"Actually," he states, quite calmly as he regards her haughtily from his odd hanging position, "I thought you could sing and dance us right on outta here. You seemed to be doing a pretty good job of it so far."

Still he grins, even when a muffled thump and gurgling man's voice floats from around the corner of the archway she'd entered from. If they could see, they'd find that some poor guy had run into the slightly sianide and ephichloride coated tripwire Tareth had installed in the hallway before he made his rooftop entrance.

Too bad she missed him in a suit.

He holds out one ribboned hand. "Ya comin' er what?"




----------=Thorn=----------

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Date: 8/12/1999 6:42 PM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn


She looked to the doorway, silvers narrowing and brows furrowing then back to his face. Something of his doing no doubt. Oh well, she loved him for it.. just would never say it to his face. Snorting, she pressed a thin grin to her lips and stepped towards him.

"I could use a hot bath, yes." Once near him, she squeezed his nose, "and maybe I like dancing and singing.. you ever think about that?"

Apparently he wasn't impressed if he was going to make fun of her. Oh well, she wasn't doing it to impress him, she didn't even know he was there.. she was just trying not to get caught.

Letting his nose go, she slipped her body into his arm, trying to figure out how exactly he intended on getting them out of there.. any way but back through the lights was fine with her.




~Caedia~





Never take away everything a person has..



cause when a person has nothing to lose,



that's when they're most dangerous.