Things You See In A Graveyard``Vanice

[graverobber]

Graverobber whistled as he walked through the back alleys, his gloved hands in the pockets of his trench coat. His eyes secretly watched everything, a trick he learned way back when. He also let his ears adjust and survey everything, all while he kept up the whistled tune. He reached a darker part of town, stopping in a small corner behind a dumpster. He waited quietly as a young girl approached him. Before he stepped out to show his face, he watched for any guards or police that may be tracking her. When the coast was clear, they made a quick exchange. She paid him, he pressed the gun to her inner thigh. "You're a good customer, Riley. Why don't you come see me more often?" His voice was menacing and she just rolled her eyes, planting a kiss on his cheek before she turned and stumbled on her heels to her next operation.

After assessing the empty street, Graverobber walked away as well, an angry scowl on his face. Some people don't understand give and take. Next time I'll charge more." As he complained to himself, he neared his concealed hut, a small home for him when he needs to get away from the business, shower, and take a nap. As he walked in his house and walked a few feet in, a red flag in his mind went up. The door was unlocked. He cursed himself mentally for letting this happen as the door slammed shut and he turned around to guards dressed in street uniforms. The Resistance?!? Before he got a word out, a man from behind gagged him and restrained his arms. Graverobber managed one good kick to the face for the guard in front of him before they handcuffed his hands behind his back, then the guards both handcuffed an arm to either side of his belt, making it to where they could drag him. He followed as quickly as possible, mentally preparing himself for whatever may happen next. Keep it calm, keep it cool. No need in alerting suspicious behavior.

[vanice connie montrille]

a lack of discipline, one hand to to cut the other
( SO UNPROFESSIONAL, YOU'RE NOT A FRIEND YOU'RE )
just a lover. nothing exceptional, this is correctional.

It was a dead night at the underground 'bunker' for the resistance and everyone could feel the lag, even Vanice. She walked from 'tomb' to 'tomb' talking to everyone and giving them stupid assignments for the sake of keeping them sane. She felt rather bad about sending them to do silly things, so she decided to send out a few bigger challenges.

Vanice sat in the big chair in the middle of the tomb and summoned everyone to crowd around. The men in uniform would be up front, followed by the others. She smiled and hung her legs over the chair lazily, her wedged, black and white striped heels made her feet hang heavily to the floor. She grinned at them all.
I want you to bring me Graverobber. The Graverobber. I know we've been trying for months, but in my gut i can feel that tonight is the night.
A few people cheered, and a few began to whisper. With a cocked eyebrow Vanice looked at her commanding officer.
Locate his house and wait inside. Do not fall back until i say. If you do get him, cuff him and page me. I'll have a few guys make a place for him right here in front of me. The officer nodded and waved a few fingers, summoning his troops. She smiled at the common people left.
Does anyone in here weld? She asked sweetly. Two men in the back raised their hands and walked to the front. She stood up, her wedges making her taller than the men.

I'm going to need two strong handles welded on the floor right here- She pointed to the ground; They need to be a few feet apart and made out of steel or iron. She patted them on the head and walked off to her room.

In her room she walked to her bed, which was covered in posters of the Largo family and Amber Sweet. She frowned in disgust and shuffled through them, studying everything. Vanice was obsessed with this family in no way that was healthy. She wanted them to all burn, and she'd make sure she was the one holding to match.

Vanice found a tabloid picture of the three siblings, all doing something illegal or immoral. She grinned evilly and pressed it to her chest.
You will all know my name. She murmured to the wall, which was covered in papers and posters.

For a moment, she was in a daze. Transfixed on the image of the Repo Man, whom had lost his life at the Genetic Opera only six months before. She'd watched the whole thing.
A knock rang from her door and she snapped out of it, walking heavily towards the door.

We've got him ma'am, they should be here in a matter of minutes. An officer said from under his helmet.

Why wasn't i phoned? She hissed angrily.

The man looked to the floor and stuttered slightly.
You were, ma'am. You just didn't answer back.

a loss of innocence, one hand to wash the other
( BE A PERFECTIONIST YOU'RE NOTHING IF YOU'RE )
just another. something material, this isn't personal.

tagged! GRAVEROBBER!
muse! FLOWIN`
word count! 500 somethin'?
credits! Heidi<3 @ CAUTION! 2.0 <3, lyrics to The Birthday Massacre.