Post by Queen of Hearts on Oct 14, 2007 15:51:09 GMT -5
Sarika: Alice
Sarika:
"Sari, that's blackmail!"
Green eyes looking up went wide as if affronted and the artfully unruly mane of black waves tossed as the woman shook her head. "Such a nasty word, Senator," the woman returned in a slightly pouty voice. "I prefer to think of it as insurance. You see," and one delicate reached up to trace a nail down his throat, "I have some friends who -really- don't want to see a nasty court battle over this. I want you to help me keep things civil." His grasp tightened possessively around her waist and he glared down at her. "This could wreck my career!" he hissed urgently to her, then carefully replaced the pleasant smile he had dropped. "I guess you should have thought of that before you let that intern work after hours," Sarika smirked up to him, his looming intimidation more amusing than threatening to her. "I trust you'll speak with your committee, asap?" He clenched his teeth and his jaw worked a minute as he spun her around in the dance. "Yeah," he said finally, the word dragging out reluctantly. "Good," she said sweetly. "The immigration lobby values your commitment." She slid from his arms as the dance ended, smiling brightly. "And, now, if you'll excuse me, I've other... business... to attend to."
He stared after her as she left, the female doing her best not to smirk although the expression teased at the edges of her mouth. She was entirely entertained at the moment, and was fortunately in a good mood when her 'assistant and only childe appeared in the doorway briefly, then stepped back through. Swiftly changing course, letting the poor hapless intern she'd been about to pounce upon another few moments of peace, the lobbyist stepped through, rolling her eyes at the sight of her childe crouch upon some steps, mucking about with his laptop. "You gotta get out more, have some fun!" He glanced up at her, the rakishly handsome face grinning before he spoke. "Are you kidding? This lame ass party can't compare to the fun of hacking into a supposedly secure database and extracting the contents with no one the wiser." Sarika shrugged, bored with whatever he was saying. "Fine, fine. Did you find anything?" He shook his head and she gritted her teeth. There had to be -something- on the prince. "Nothing," he said softly. "Just the name, Diallo. Same thing we had already"
After a moment, he turned his laptop, which was streaming a vid from a security camera. In the edge of the camera was a step, obviously from a staircase, and one by one, at long intervals, she could see someone climb up them. "What am I looking at?" she said impatiently, her fingers itching to get to the "charity" poker game that was going to begin in a few minutes. "I hacked into a local club's security cameras." Sarika crossed her arms and waited. He fussed with the built in mouse a minute and then there were four windows with vids and as she looked from one to the other, she finally saw what he was showing her. "Find out the name and address, everything you can about that place. Grab the cousins and the three of you go check it out." The cousins were the only two surviving members of a nearby Family. Two twins, embraced together, somehow their link, instead of doubling the madness of the recent incident, it halved it and they managed to get away from the murderous rages. Sarika had found them, or rather, they had found her and she's gathered them up. She'd spoke to a few others of her kind, and none had been willing to take the in for fear of the insanity returning.
They were all cowards. Still, fear was a prison and no prison held her kind for too long. Eventually they'd hit the wandering path again. But the cousins were oddly useful in their own way. Their identical appearance gave them an edge on many bait and switch type games, and also easy, pat alibis. When she got bored with them, she'd send them on their way. And speaking of bored, she was bored with all this computer nonsense and she nodded and stepped back through to the fundraiser. Why you'd pick to have a fundraiser in Salem was beyond her, but here it was. An interesting place, almost reminiscent of New Orleans it its odd modern and old world mix. She smiled brightly and delved back into the gathering, charming and lovely, making her way to the poker tables and slipping into an empty chair at one of the tables. "Can a lady join the game, fellas?" She asked with a smirk. "Sure, darlin' ", one of the guys at the table laughed.
He wasn't laughing an hour later when she'd cleaned out the table and was lounging on top of an empty table watching the final of the last singular table. Then all the winners would join together and have one big game. The top three winners would be able to take their winnings home, ostensibly to then present them to their charity of choice. Of course, her charity was run by the cousins, who were quite experienced at running that particular fleecing game. Sliding into the chair once cleared, she looked around at her fellow players, easily sizing them up. Using all the centuries of skill and a few extra tricks of the mind, she needed up with a sizeable post and second place over all. Nobody ever remembered the first loser. A graceful acquiescence to the winner and a celebratory party thereafter, she had pocketed a few thousand and she was on her way up those staircases, for a rendezvous with a high level power broker who was pushing for much tighter restrictions on immigration. Those would be very nasty for her clan.
Three hours later, he was under the impression that she and he had done a series of thoroughly revolting acts, while she was nicely sated with his blood as well as some others. The others had been most cooperate into getting the gentleman in question into a series of compromising positions, of which, naturally, she had photos and videotape. Her childe was proving to be most useful in the realm of technology, although he was rather dull at times. She still didn't know what impulse led her to hand over her vitae to the raver who'd she bitten in the back room at a club. She'd barely even known what a 'hacker' was then. Leaving the three depleted but living bodies where they lay, she made arrangements that they wouldn't be disturbed. It would hardly be useful to have gone to all this work and have someone else have the ability to use it. Nodding to herself, she tucked the two small devices into her pockets and wandered out, whistling. She'd had a pleasant time so far in Salem and the night was still young.
Sarika:
"Sari, that's blackmail!"
Green eyes looking up went wide as if affronted and the artfully unruly mane of black waves tossed as the woman shook her head. "Such a nasty word, Senator," the woman returned in a slightly pouty voice. "I prefer to think of it as insurance. You see," and one delicate reached up to trace a nail down his throat, "I have some friends who -really- don't want to see a nasty court battle over this. I want you to help me keep things civil." His grasp tightened possessively around her waist and he glared down at her. "This could wreck my career!" he hissed urgently to her, then carefully replaced the pleasant smile he had dropped. "I guess you should have thought of that before you let that intern work after hours," Sarika smirked up to him, his looming intimidation more amusing than threatening to her. "I trust you'll speak with your committee, asap?" He clenched his teeth and his jaw worked a minute as he spun her around in the dance. "Yeah," he said finally, the word dragging out reluctantly. "Good," she said sweetly. "The immigration lobby values your commitment." She slid from his arms as the dance ended, smiling brightly. "And, now, if you'll excuse me, I've other... business... to attend to."
He stared after her as she left, the female doing her best not to smirk although the expression teased at the edges of her mouth. She was entirely entertained at the moment, and was fortunately in a good mood when her 'assistant and only childe appeared in the doorway briefly, then stepped back through. Swiftly changing course, letting the poor hapless intern she'd been about to pounce upon another few moments of peace, the lobbyist stepped through, rolling her eyes at the sight of her childe crouch upon some steps, mucking about with his laptop. "You gotta get out more, have some fun!" He glanced up at her, the rakishly handsome face grinning before he spoke. "Are you kidding? This lame ass party can't compare to the fun of hacking into a supposedly secure database and extracting the contents with no one the wiser." Sarika shrugged, bored with whatever he was saying. "Fine, fine. Did you find anything?" He shook his head and she gritted her teeth. There had to be -something- on the prince. "Nothing," he said softly. "Just the name, Diallo. Same thing we had already"
After a moment, he turned his laptop, which was streaming a vid from a security camera. In the edge of the camera was a step, obviously from a staircase, and one by one, at long intervals, she could see someone climb up them. "What am I looking at?" she said impatiently, her fingers itching to get to the "charity" poker game that was going to begin in a few minutes. "I hacked into a local club's security cameras." Sarika crossed her arms and waited. He fussed with the built in mouse a minute and then there were four windows with vids and as she looked from one to the other, she finally saw what he was showing her. "Find out the name and address, everything you can about that place. Grab the cousins and the three of you go check it out." The cousins were the only two surviving members of a nearby Family. Two twins, embraced together, somehow their link, instead of doubling the madness of the recent incident, it halved it and they managed to get away from the murderous rages. Sarika had found them, or rather, they had found her and she's gathered them up. She'd spoke to a few others of her kind, and none had been willing to take the in for fear of the insanity returning.
They were all cowards. Still, fear was a prison and no prison held her kind for too long. Eventually they'd hit the wandering path again. But the cousins were oddly useful in their own way. Their identical appearance gave them an edge on many bait and switch type games, and also easy, pat alibis. When she got bored with them, she'd send them on their way. And speaking of bored, she was bored with all this computer nonsense and she nodded and stepped back through to the fundraiser. Why you'd pick to have a fundraiser in Salem was beyond her, but here it was. An interesting place, almost reminiscent of New Orleans it its odd modern and old world mix. She smiled brightly and delved back into the gathering, charming and lovely, making her way to the poker tables and slipping into an empty chair at one of the tables. "Can a lady join the game, fellas?" She asked with a smirk. "Sure, darlin' ", one of the guys at the table laughed.
He wasn't laughing an hour later when she'd cleaned out the table and was lounging on top of an empty table watching the final of the last singular table. Then all the winners would join together and have one big game. The top three winners would be able to take their winnings home, ostensibly to then present them to their charity of choice. Of course, her charity was run by the cousins, who were quite experienced at running that particular fleecing game. Sliding into the chair once cleared, she looked around at her fellow players, easily sizing them up. Using all the centuries of skill and a few extra tricks of the mind, she needed up with a sizeable post and second place over all. Nobody ever remembered the first loser. A graceful acquiescence to the winner and a celebratory party thereafter, she had pocketed a few thousand and she was on her way up those staircases, for a rendezvous with a high level power broker who was pushing for much tighter restrictions on immigration. Those would be very nasty for her clan.
Three hours later, he was under the impression that she and he had done a series of thoroughly revolting acts, while she was nicely sated with his blood as well as some others. The others had been most cooperate into getting the gentleman in question into a series of compromising positions, of which, naturally, she had photos and videotape. Her childe was proving to be most useful in the realm of technology, although he was rather dull at times. She still didn't know what impulse led her to hand over her vitae to the raver who'd she bitten in the back room at a club. She'd barely even known what a 'hacker' was then. Leaving the three depleted but living bodies where they lay, she made arrangements that they wouldn't be disturbed. It would hardly be useful to have gone to all this work and have someone else have the ability to use it. Nodding to herself, she tucked the two small devices into her pockets and wandered out, whistling. She'd had a pleasant time so far in Salem and the night was still young.