"Did you take my phone?" Dove put a hand on her hips.
Roman looked guilty, "Maybe." he gave it back to her, "Sorry."
Dove took the phone, "I swear, you're the worst criminal mastermind I've ever met." Roman frowned and walked out of the room.
Laima sweated as she dialed Dove. Just one more time, she promised herself. Just one more time and she would give up and do something productive like stealing herself some apricots.
(Can I join?)
(Do I just instantly kill every rp I enter?)
(No, go ahead, join!)
Yeon walked into his bosses office, where the older man sat at his desk.
“Yeon,” the man said with a thick Hispanic accent, “What a wonderful surprise. Tell me, what happened to you reporting here last night?”
“I got caught up with another lead, fortunately.”
“Oh really? Inform me.”
So, Yeon told his boss about everything that had happened the night before. He didn’t exactly want to tell, but it was considered treason if he kept things from the others.
(Welcome to the RP!) Ringtone. Again. No. Dang. Way. Was she seriously not answering?
Laima paused just for a nanosecond to listen for noise before throwing her body off the ledge, landing on her feet and sprinting off her rage. Laima realized too late that she didn't know where Dove lived. Or Yeon. At least they didn't know her (former) place of inhabitance.
She bumped into people sporadically, stealing everything she could see, grinding her teeth all the while. She had to get out of this city fast and to the next one and set up shop again. She wouldn't let money or stealing convince her like this anymore, she explained to herself.
“Mi hermano, gracias,” the older man said to Yeon. Yeon nodded proudly and left, heading back outside. He got into his car and drove into the main area of town, his window down so he could feel the breeze.
Laima ran through the crowd, uncaring about what part of town she was getting into. The main area. Good for advertising her store, but the people there went to certified doctors and physicians and psychologists before considering to visit here. What a bore and waste of money when she could help them much faster. So she didn't bother coming here much. No matter. Money was money, and it was greater here.
Yeon parked his car on the side of the road, and he got out and paid the meter. He brushed his his brown hair back using his fingers and adjusted his leather jacket before making his way through the crowd.
Laima took care not to look like she was purposefully bumping into people. Still, she blindly swiped shiny things from people's wrists, back pockets, shoes, constantly. So when she glimpsed what looked like Yeon, she stopped in her tracks. She looked closer. Yup, it was him.
She ran up to him, shoving him, yelling.
"Was it too hard to hand over your phone number yesterday? This whole day I've been running from the Peacocks because of you and your girlfriend, but do I get help? No! Dove apparently doesn't know how to answer her phone now and it's not like I have anyone to call - my hundred contacts from Peacock are gone! I was almost kidnapped by them this morning!"
“Maldita mujer!” Yeon exclaimed, startled by her sudden appearance. “First, Dove is not my girlfriend, second, you could have just looked me up! And you’re own gang if after you, huh? Unfortunate.”
Dove stared at her phone and found many missed calls. Cursing, she dialed the number and waited for someone to answer.
"I literally just got here-" Laima started to argue, but she stopped as her phone rang. She smiled with relief as she realized that it was indeed Dove.
She picked up, eagerly speaking.
"The Peacocks are trying to kill me and so I had to abandon my house so I don't have anywhere to live and now I'm having a stupid argument with Yeon - can I stay at your place?"
“¿Estúpido? Tienes que estar bromeando,” Yeon muttered to himself quietly, running a hand over his face.
"I don't have a place." Dove sighed, "Maybe Roman can kidnap you too."
Yeon listened in then snatched the phone from Laima. “Dove, sweetheart. I have a place that I would gladly let the two of you stay in.”
"Oh, darn I have this thing on loudspeaker." Dove smiled at Roman, who'd just entered the room.
"Sweetheart?"
Dove smiled, "Thanks Yeon."
Roman snatched the phone away, "Who is this?"
Yeon laughed loudly before cutting off, suddenly sounding threatening. “Someone you don’t want to screw around with, hermano. Now, what’s this about you kidnapping an associate of mine?”
"That's funny, Yeon. I'll have you know that Dove is not your sweetheart." Roman hung up and glared at Dove.
“¿Quién diablos es este bastardo?” Yeon exclaimed, handing the phone back to Laima. He cleared his throat, having to remind himself that she doesn’t speak Spanish. “Who is this guy?”
"I know as much as you do," Laima shrugged. "But I do have powders to track certain people's movements. For example, Dove."
She grinned. "So let's go back to the ball and then get moving."
Yeon grinned and nodded. “Yeah, okay. We can take my car.” He motioned toward the black BMW.
"ooooh!" Laima said. "Traveling would be so much easier if I had one of those…"
“Why don’t you sell all of your pretty little stolen goods and buy one?” Yeon asked, leading her to the car.
"mmm, it's not quite enough. I suppose I could if I really tried…" Laima said, a smile taking over her face. "Man, that would be so satisfying…"
Laima paused, rubbing her potion pouch.
"Hey, thank you for helping me, though."
“Yeah not a problem. Hop in the passenger side,” Yeon said, getting into the drivers seat.
Laima climbed in. She smiled at the support of the seat. As they drove towards where she had joined up with Dove and Yeon, she pulled out the thin tube that she always wrapped around her waist. It was full of a powder she could use to track people. She shook it, estimating how much powder was left.
Yeon slowed to a stop in front of the building and parked. “So, how does this spell thing work?”
Laima looked over at him. "I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," she joked.