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Post by Aidan on Dec 18, 2009 15:57:18 GMT -5
It was routine. But tonight was particularly special. He wasn't just stealing from a person--he was stealing from his own kind. He'd overestimated the integrity of his own kind, the mutants. Clearly they didn't care about stolen art, either. Or maybe he was jumping to conclusions. With a sigh, Aidan leapt from the wall of an adjacent building to the outside of Belleza Francesa, right beside a window. Ainslie something-or-other. He slipped through the open window and landed on the floor with a barely audible thud. Where was it? It was a masterpiece. Shouldn't he hard to find. Aidan phased through a wall to the sleeping woman's bedroom. Could be in here, in private. His eyes scanned the walls--nothing. Closet, maybe? |
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Dec 18, 2009 16:09:45 GMT -5
Someone was in her room. Ainslie opened an eye, but lay still. Of course, the very day before she was getting the security system installed someone broke in. Fucking 'A. She listened close as powder-soft feet moved across her floor. Whoever it was was trained, that much was evident. Or just a pro. Maybe a hired thief? She could only hope his purpose there was as benign as just robbing. Lifting a hand quickly, she used her powers and froze him in his place, on his way to her closet. Throwing the covers off, Ainslie tapped into her night vision. Man, about her age maybe a little younger, kinda cute, actually. She cocked her head. He didn't look so threatening. She moved her tongue over her top teeth and unfroze him. "Do not move," she stated immediately. "If you chose to be an asshole and move, I'll slam you against that far wall, then into the ceiling where I'll let you fall to the ground before speeding up the energy within your very molecules making everything in and on your body explode. Sounds painful, doesn't it?" She always liked to be honest with people, even when threatening to kill them. "Now. What the hell are you doing in my house?" She jutted a hip out, placing her hand on it. Her slate grey eyes shone in the darkness, locked on him and waiting for an answer. |
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Post by Aidan on Dec 18, 2009 16:16:18 GMT -5
Oh, shit. This was a mutant home. Duh.
When he'd told himself there were mutants here, he'd completely forgotten about their being mutant. A perplexed look came over him, even as she froze him, and he kept his eyes on her. He'd been so close. Aidan kept a sharp eye on her as she laid out the game plan for his horrible, slow, painful death. Wouldn't it just be easier to hit him over the head, run, and call the cops?
For his answer, he turned to grab a vase out of her closet. "For this," he replied, holding it under his arm, "and taking care of the real criminal."
Aidan kept her gaze locked.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Dec 18, 2009 16:30:33 GMT -5
He fucking moved. Ainslie didn't like to be disobeyed... But this intrigued her. The real criminal? As if she was the real criminal.
"Excuse me?" she asked, keeping one hand ready. Just in case he decided to get violent, she would be ready to fend him off. "What does that Toviret have anything to do with this?" She had forgotten she had even owned that vase, actually. It was a gift from an ex. He was a scumbag, but the vase was pretty (and priceless), so she had kept it after the break-up. Honestly, she had meant to donate it to some museum upon moving to Belleza but it had slipped her mind what with everything else she had to do.
She would give him forty seconds, she decided. If he could explain himself in that time, she might let him live. But she would still be calling the cops. And then the security system provider; they were installing everything that second, she didn't care how much money she had to throw at them.
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Post by Aidan on Dec 18, 2009 16:37:52 GMT -5
What did it have to do? He'd been right--they were all the same. Scowling, he gave her a menacing glare before holding the piece a little closer to him, as if she was threatening to take it away from him. This vase had everything to do with...fuck. He was going to have to explain himself. He hated elaborating his reasoning to people who didn't and wouldn't ever appreciate what they had or what he did.
"It's not rightfully yours, to be blunt," he growled. "It belongs in a museum. Priceless," he emphasized, holding the object up and giving himself a lengthy pause. "Shouldn't be surprised people like you didn't know or care." His first instinct was to leave her on that note--phase through a wall, climb the ceiling or something, but he also knew her temporal stasis would be too fast for even him. All she had to do was point. He had to move his whole body.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Dec 18, 2009 17:10:11 GMT -5
Ainslie listened to him, face blank. "It's not rightfully yours, to be blunt." She rolled her eyes at that and sucked her teeth. "Really? Did Evan higher you or something? Look, if he wanted it back, he could have just called." God, he was so childish. She didn't know why she had ever gone out with him, honestly.
"It belongs in a museum. Priceless."
Oh, so this was vigilantism. She rolled her eyes once more and shook her head. "First off, how dare you condescend to me. 'People like me'? You don't even know me." Okay, so he probably knew her name; who didn't, those days? But that did not, by any stretch of the imagination, mean that he knew who she was. "And second, it's going to a museum. Once I get all my other affairs in order.
"Look, clearly there's been some misunderstanding. That," she pointed to the Toviret in his hands, "is mine. It was a gift from a horrible man, but it's pretty. I was planning on giving it to a museum but I got side-tracked. Now." She edged to stand closer to him, threatening look in her eyes. "Get. The fuck. Out. Of my house." She cocked her head, rethinking that a moment, "But first, put my vase down, carefully."
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Post by Aidan on Dec 18, 2009 17:26:48 GMT -5
Taking a step forward, towering over her, Aidan didn't know what to say. He didn't want to trust her to return it to a museum. That's what they all said when they saw him; when he got in their face to explain to them how wrong their purchase had been. And did it matter? If it was going to a museum or not, she was going to call the cops. With a glower about his face, he shoved it back into her hands. "Make sure it does," he muttered, taking her arms in his hands and moving her to the side so he could walk past, temporal stasis be damned.
Aidan jumped, sticking to the wall and climbing out of the window, crawling just above it and staying there a while, liking the cooler air up here.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Dec 18, 2009 23:10:55 GMT -5
"Hey!" Ainslie called indignant now. "Get back down here!" Yes, she had just told him to get the fuck out. But she was woman and as one she had the perrogative to change her mind.
She glared up at him. How dare he stand there and touch her and...be there and just expect to go off without any consequence. "Who the fuck do you think you are? 'Cause I'm Ainslie-fucking-Darling. You don't break into my house, attempt to steal my vase, give me a dressing-down and then just bolt off like some fucking Spiderman-wannabe." Her fingers went to her mouth and she gnawed on a nail.
"I'm not some air-headed bimbo. I know that that[/]" -she waved a hand at the vase- "is an early twentieth-century vase, made by Lucian Toviret in Nice, France. It was most likely fired three times because of the high-gloss of it and it was hand spun from macabe mud --you can tell by the greenish hue it holds-- and hand-painted and that it was long-debated as a fake because instead of the customary LT signature on the bottom, there was only his thumbprint." She put a hand on the vase, almost protectively.
"And what do you mean I don't rightfully own it?" She let her gaze fall to the pottery a second. "Is it stolen? Did that bastard give me a stolen Toviret, because than I will personally kick his ass." She looked back to him. "After yours, of course."
[[Like how I BS'd all that art history? It was rather fun to make it all up. XD]]
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Post by Aidan on Jan 3, 2010 13:19:13 GMT -5
"You know," he cut in, swinging upside down from hanging onto the sill underneath the window above hers, "it's not very classy for woman to curse." Pulling a matter-of-fact face, he jerked his eyebrows, listening to her rattle off the history and origin of the vase, vaguely--as if she had the reciprocating nerve to think that he didn't know. Why else would he steal it, then? Thankful for being able to sink into the umbrage so she couldn't see his faces of mockery--that usually consisted of either his tongue sticking out or crossed eyes--Aidan heaved a weighty sigh after she was done monologuing.
"Thank you, You're Highness," he huffed deliberately, shaking his head and giving his eyes a roll. "By the way: four times."
Phasing through the wall and clinging to it once back inside, he let go of a soft, nasal breath. "I'll help," he offered with a shrug of one shoulder. "With his ass, I mean. I do have reason to believe it's stolen. This said 'bastard' probably wasn't the first thief, though. Can I just return it? It'll make things so much easier."
It was often that he was caught. This what the worst part--having to beg for the item so he didn't have to maim its owner. And he wasn't too keen on hitting a lady, but if that what it was going to come to... No, he had a feeling she'd be more than compliant to give it to him or return it herself. He hoped for the former, but he surmised that she would opt for the latter.
((Haha, it was pretty good.))
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Jan 3, 2010 16:01:46 GMT -5
"You know, it's not very classy for woman to curse." She had to laugh at that, face tipping up to see him. "But it's oh-so-classy to break into other people's homes and rob them blind?" she countered, wearing a cocky grin.
Oh, she fucking hated when people made fun of her lineage and high-class. She was common as they come. She hated being condescended to just because she was rich. People automatically thought they were better than her, that she got everything just handed to her through her life. Fuck that. And it was not four times because... she... Okay, it could be four times. But it was most likely three. Because she fucking knew it and she was right.
"I'll help," he offered with a shrug of one shoulder. "With his ass, I mean. I do have reason to believe it's stolen." Ainslie was fuming mad at Evan. She was going to kill him. She was going to make a call to her father and have his firm mysteriously go bankrupt... "I wouldn't doubt it. Fucker lied to me about everything else; why not this?"
"This said 'bastard' probably wasn't the first thief, though. Can I just return it? It'll make things so much easier." Ainslie propped a brow to him. "Right. And how do I know you aren't just gonna take it home for your own personal collection? No. I will take it to the MoMA in the morning. You can trust in that. And, you can leave now. Thank you very much."
She was too tired to deal with adorable ninjas sneaking into her house and telling her that gifts from slimey ex-boyfriends had been stolen. She had enough on her plate as it was.
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Post by Aidan on Jan 8, 2010 19:55:45 GMT -5
She'd given him no reason to trust her. Everyone else had pretty good stories, too. And romance was nothing new. Some were actually quite good at it, and this lady could be no exception. Her hasty dismissal wasn't surprising, because he'd probably act the same way (after beating the intruder into submission) if someone broke into his apartment, but he didn't want to take any chances and have her think he was fully convinced. She could very well just want him to leave so she could stash it away.
Aidan halfway listened to her burble about her past boyfriend (or so he assumed). "Yeah, uh-kay, whatever, just give me the Toviret. You can watch me bring it to the museum if you want, I don't really care, just hand it over." He slapped his feet down on the floor as he fell from the wall deliberately. Aidan licked his lips, holding up his hands, not to receive the vase, but to prove his point.
"Let me show you," he offered with a cock of his head, removing a rectangular gadget from his pocket. Browsing through its options, the blue light illuminating a small orb of light around the screen, he finally selected the image of the Toviret. "Look," he said, holding it up for her to see. "Previous owners, purchase price (and how it accelerated)," he added in a darker tone, "origin, construction," and he ended with its name, "Fabrico Adstringo. Art compress. Latin."
He gave a cocky jerk of his eyebrows. "May I have it now?"
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Jan 8, 2010 20:23:48 GMT -5
Listening to his dismissal of her, Ainslie chewed on her lower lip. Really? This guy broke into her house and he was really going to tell her what to do and how this was going to pan out? She could just call the cops right now and have this whole thing over and done with. But the cops weren't the best of friends with mutants, even a famous one like herself. So she would just have to deal with this herself.
"No, you may not," she replied, tone just as cocky. "You may, however, get the hell out of my house before I liquefy you. I'll get the Toviret to the MoMA first thing tomorrow morning. And if you don't believe me, I really don't care. It is far past time for you to leave." She pointed to the window that he had entered from, face showing how deadly serious she was.
Now she had a few things to add to her current To Do List. Get ninja/art-know-it-all out of her room and Belleza, grab two or three more hours of sleep, donate Toviret to MoMA, destroy Evan's life and livelihood, get security system updated, get Luter vaccinated. Busy day, tomorrow would be.
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