09-08-2017, 02:56 AM
Ash rarely needed to drive herself. Typically if she needed to be somewhere you could find her throwing her weight around among the light poles or building tops. If she was ever in a vehicle, it was a common thing for her to be in the back of a cop's car in handcuffs with her bare feet up on the cage and trying to get the officer up front to talk to her. Her casual nature tended to get ignored, but she had once or twice held a conversation with one of them while they drove her to the station. Once at the station, she was usually escorted to a room with a one-way mirror and Grayson.
Grayson was either the only one they liked handling her because he did get results after they played their games and talked their talks. Or because Grayson had a soft spot for the Storm Demon and refused to let anyone else touch his precious prisoner. She sure as hell didn't ever make it easy for him, but he knew what he was getting into when he came to see her. At least by now.
The bike was the best choice though. She wasn't getting very far in the massive underground play-area with her usual transportation. As fruitful as it had been.
From on top, silent like a cat, she'd caught a few words from people here and there. Whenever a trigger word showed up, almost like the game around her was catering to her needs, she'd stop and listen. From several sources, she finally gathered enough information about the area: Little New York.
It had a charming little name, she thought. Kind of unusual in a sense but familiar in another. It brought to the surface of her mind that normally wasn’t there, New York was a town from her own life. She didn't really know much about it except that it was miraculously standing from what they say. With glimpses of conversations that she wish would repeat if she stuck around long enough - it didn't - she pieced what she could. The Gentlemen Jacks, lead by Harlan Higgs himself, was the leading gang in this small bit of the city. The biggest topic of conversation was a brand new casino, which didn't register as important at first. Until she heard some opposing party - apparently - talking shit about how successful 'that fucker' must be to be able to afford an expensive place like that.
After gathering enough to understand that that's where her vampire was, she climbed to a safe spot and summoned a sweet motorbike she saw once. It was sleek, it was silver, and every part of it that could have been filled with the cosmetic lights was. Oh, it was hawt alright. It sent shivers down her body, and that was even before she got on it. Looking like something found in that game Tron she half-heartedly played before trashing it out of boredom, she climbed into the 'cockpit' and grasped the smooth rubber grips. It should be no surprise that even a machine could turn her on when you considered everything with Desman.
It roared to life and the wheels squealed as she held the beast in place. The back tire slid to the left just a little as she was holding it up by her right foot, the left was already tucked out of the way. There were a few animals that scattered out of the trash can with such a loud noise so close by, and then she pushed off of her right and the bike launched forward. The bike lifted to the one wheel as she exited the alleyway, looking like she could almost fly while her hair flew back out of her face.
With perfect balance, she twisted the bike in the air to face the direction of the casino and when it dropped down she was racing towards fate once again. In the back roads and obviously not traveled for one reason or another road, she flew across the city. Ash, always looking for the easy path, twisted and navigated her way through dangerous parts of the city. Even turning around at times because of the traffic in the way of her next section.
Ash pulled up to the doors, slowly letting the bike come to an enough stop to have to hold it up with her foot. She looked the front door over. It was your typical casino without being too typical. Flashing signs to catch the eyes of those with weak souls and low attention spans. She could hear the music from here, and see countless bodies milling about behind the dark windows, just barely through the doors that were being opened to let yet another group of satisfied or unsatisfied people pass through them.
She was greeted by a dark haired boy with an innocent face and a sleek vest. “Hello. Want me to take care of parking?”
Ash’s blank eyes swing over to him, he was just a little alerted by her blind appearance but breathed a little easier when she shared a smile. She kicked the stand into place and leaned the bike on it, sliding off the seat and in front of him. “Well, well.” She said, running her hands up his chest and shoulders, straightening the tie around his neck. “Aren’t you a dear. What do I owe you?”
He had to swallow hard at that. “N-Nothing.” He said, but if it was honestly what he was supposed to it was hard to tell.
The demon just grinned. “Take good care of it, okay?” She said, then pulled him closer to kiss him on the cheek before she began to walk inside. She could feel his eyes on her hips as they swung side to side. She let her tail flow behind her extra slow so he could enjoy the show. A bigger man pushed open the door as she approached, welcoming her in. He got a smile too, “Thanks, hun.” She said before slipping inside.
Instantly she was assaulted by flashing gold and red lights, bells, whistles, the clicking of slots stopping in place, and the sound of someone’s winnings crashing against a plastic cup as the lucky woman squeals in delight. Rows upon rows of machines invited her to come play, but the man of the hour called for her much louder than even the high pitched cries of glee that accompany loud rewarding sounds of a win. Since no one was rushing around to see what happened, Ash simply assumes these wins were small but satisfying and meant to keep people inside.
Her body bounced as she drifted through the main floor, towards the closest and highest point she could reach. She meant to merely mingle until she could find her man and then approach him casually, but without meaning to she advertised her presence pretty openly. Nevermind that she didn’t match perfectly into the background - then again blending in was never Ash’s strongest ability. While the wounds created by Dark Jak’s razor sharp claws have all but healed, the complex and more traumatizing of the injuries was still barely halfway through the healing process. Anyone sensitive enough would smell the intoxicating scent of a mage’s blood clinging to the air around her if they got close enough.
She perched close to the stairs in hopes to catch him on the way up or down. She ordered a fruity drink to look less intimidating and wondered briefly how amusing it was to look up and see a picture of sin drinking a pink cocktail while she kept her eyes out for anything of interest. Specifically Harlan Higgs. It crossed her mind as she took the straw by the tip and guided it to her lips that he might not be there tonight, but even as she sipped the drink through the colorful straw she decided to at least stay long enough for one drink.
Grayson was either the only one they liked handling her because he did get results after they played their games and talked their talks. Or because Grayson had a soft spot for the Storm Demon and refused to let anyone else touch his precious prisoner. She sure as hell didn't ever make it easy for him, but he knew what he was getting into when he came to see her. At least by now.
The bike was the best choice though. She wasn't getting very far in the massive underground play-area with her usual transportation. As fruitful as it had been.
From on top, silent like a cat, she'd caught a few words from people here and there. Whenever a trigger word showed up, almost like the game around her was catering to her needs, she'd stop and listen. From several sources, she finally gathered enough information about the area: Little New York.
It had a charming little name, she thought. Kind of unusual in a sense but familiar in another. It brought to the surface of her mind that normally wasn’t there, New York was a town from her own life. She didn't really know much about it except that it was miraculously standing from what they say. With glimpses of conversations that she wish would repeat if she stuck around long enough - it didn't - she pieced what she could. The Gentlemen Jacks, lead by Harlan Higgs himself, was the leading gang in this small bit of the city. The biggest topic of conversation was a brand new casino, which didn't register as important at first. Until she heard some opposing party - apparently - talking shit about how successful 'that fucker' must be to be able to afford an expensive place like that.
After gathering enough to understand that that's where her vampire was, she climbed to a safe spot and summoned a sweet motorbike she saw once. It was sleek, it was silver, and every part of it that could have been filled with the cosmetic lights was. Oh, it was hawt alright. It sent shivers down her body, and that was even before she got on it. Looking like something found in that game Tron she half-heartedly played before trashing it out of boredom, she climbed into the 'cockpit' and grasped the smooth rubber grips. It should be no surprise that even a machine could turn her on when you considered everything with Desman.
It roared to life and the wheels squealed as she held the beast in place. The back tire slid to the left just a little as she was holding it up by her right foot, the left was already tucked out of the way. There were a few animals that scattered out of the trash can with such a loud noise so close by, and then she pushed off of her right and the bike launched forward. The bike lifted to the one wheel as she exited the alleyway, looking like she could almost fly while her hair flew back out of her face.
With perfect balance, she twisted the bike in the air to face the direction of the casino and when it dropped down she was racing towards fate once again. In the back roads and obviously not traveled for one reason or another road, she flew across the city. Ash, always looking for the easy path, twisted and navigated her way through dangerous parts of the city. Even turning around at times because of the traffic in the way of her next section.
Ash pulled up to the doors, slowly letting the bike come to an enough stop to have to hold it up with her foot. She looked the front door over. It was your typical casino without being too typical. Flashing signs to catch the eyes of those with weak souls and low attention spans. She could hear the music from here, and see countless bodies milling about behind the dark windows, just barely through the doors that were being opened to let yet another group of satisfied or unsatisfied people pass through them.
She was greeted by a dark haired boy with an innocent face and a sleek vest. “Hello. Want me to take care of parking?”
Ash’s blank eyes swing over to him, he was just a little alerted by her blind appearance but breathed a little easier when she shared a smile. She kicked the stand into place and leaned the bike on it, sliding off the seat and in front of him. “Well, well.” She said, running her hands up his chest and shoulders, straightening the tie around his neck. “Aren’t you a dear. What do I owe you?”
He had to swallow hard at that. “N-Nothing.” He said, but if it was honestly what he was supposed to it was hard to tell.
The demon just grinned. “Take good care of it, okay?” She said, then pulled him closer to kiss him on the cheek before she began to walk inside. She could feel his eyes on her hips as they swung side to side. She let her tail flow behind her extra slow so he could enjoy the show. A bigger man pushed open the door as she approached, welcoming her in. He got a smile too, “Thanks, hun.” She said before slipping inside.
Instantly she was assaulted by flashing gold and red lights, bells, whistles, the clicking of slots stopping in place, and the sound of someone’s winnings crashing against a plastic cup as the lucky woman squeals in delight. Rows upon rows of machines invited her to come play, but the man of the hour called for her much louder than even the high pitched cries of glee that accompany loud rewarding sounds of a win. Since no one was rushing around to see what happened, Ash simply assumes these wins were small but satisfying and meant to keep people inside.
Her body bounced as she drifted through the main floor, towards the closest and highest point she could reach. She meant to merely mingle until she could find her man and then approach him casually, but without meaning to she advertised her presence pretty openly. Nevermind that she didn’t match perfectly into the background - then again blending in was never Ash’s strongest ability. While the wounds created by Dark Jak’s razor sharp claws have all but healed, the complex and more traumatizing of the injuries was still barely halfway through the healing process. Anyone sensitive enough would smell the intoxicating scent of a mage’s blood clinging to the air around her if they got close enough.
She perched close to the stairs in hopes to catch him on the way up or down. She ordered a fruity drink to look less intimidating and wondered briefly how amusing it was to look up and see a picture of sin drinking a pink cocktail while she kept her eyes out for anything of interest. Specifically Harlan Higgs. It crossed her mind as she took the straw by the tip and guided it to her lips that he might not be there tonight, but even as she sipped the drink through the colorful straw she decided to at least stay long enough for one drink.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
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