11-29-2006, 09:53 PM
Quiet footsteps, but not a soul around could hear them.
In a deserted alley behind Raditzu Village's Town Hall, a lone figure was moving steathily along a grungy brick wall.
"This'll do," a relatively silent whisper proclaimed.
Celipa halted, examining a vent about an inch above the ground. Carefully, oh so carefully, she detached the vent's cover and lowered it to the ground beneath her, softly; making sure not to let it make a noise. She squeezed herself into the vent's opening, her padded gloves preventing her hands from making any loud noises against the vent's metal bottom. It was cool in there, and she could see her breath.
Celipa's head was covered by no veiling, her eyes were no longer covered by the goggles she had worn earlier. Just her black jumpsuit, and her pitch black hair to match it adorned the woman's figure. The saiyan inched along the vent's metallic hallway, turning each of it's winding turns, and praying for an opening soon.
This opening came in the form of another vent lid, this time on the bottom of the narrow hallway.
Better check this out...
The saiyan woman's flawless eyes scanned over the area below her by peeking through the vent's slit-like openings. No one was down there - it was an empty hallway. She pulled the vent lid upwards with a quick jerk, and placed it quietly in the open space beside her.
A rope dropped down from the hatch's opening, and Celipa slid down stealthily. Her boots touched the hall's floor before anyone would've suspected she was there, and she reeled the rope in behind her, coiling it up seconds later.
"Now I've gotta find the mayor's office," Cel whispered nervously. She had very reason to be nervous. This was, after all, her first assassination. Her hand moved to the holster on her hip, and she pulled out a pistol. "I've just got to get in there quick, and get out," she reassured herself. She drew a quick breath, brought up her pistol, and crept stealthily down the hall.
OOC: Take it away, Burt. =D
In a deserted alley behind Raditzu Village's Town Hall, a lone figure was moving steathily along a grungy brick wall.
"This'll do," a relatively silent whisper proclaimed.
Celipa halted, examining a vent about an inch above the ground. Carefully, oh so carefully, she detached the vent's cover and lowered it to the ground beneath her, softly; making sure not to let it make a noise. She squeezed herself into the vent's opening, her padded gloves preventing her hands from making any loud noises against the vent's metal bottom. It was cool in there, and she could see her breath.
Celipa's head was covered by no veiling, her eyes were no longer covered by the goggles she had worn earlier. Just her black jumpsuit, and her pitch black hair to match it adorned the woman's figure. The saiyan inched along the vent's metallic hallway, turning each of it's winding turns, and praying for an opening soon.
This opening came in the form of another vent lid, this time on the bottom of the narrow hallway.
Better check this out...
The saiyan woman's flawless eyes scanned over the area below her by peeking through the vent's slit-like openings. No one was down there - it was an empty hallway. She pulled the vent lid upwards with a quick jerk, and placed it quietly in the open space beside her.
A rope dropped down from the hatch's opening, and Celipa slid down stealthily. Her boots touched the hall's floor before anyone would've suspected she was there, and she reeled the rope in behind her, coiling it up seconds later.
"Now I've gotta find the mayor's office," Cel whispered nervously. She had very reason to be nervous. This was, after all, her first assassination. Her hand moved to the holster on her hip, and she pulled out a pistol. "I've just got to get in there quick, and get out," she reassured herself. She drew a quick breath, brought up her pistol, and crept stealthily down the hall.
OOC: Take it away, Burt. =D
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