Post by selinakyle on Dec 12, 2011 21:39:42 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. Of course he'd have a backup plan. Something he'd not share with her, until she had to know. Lame. And horrible. Flipping the switch to turn part of her visor on, Selina-cum-Bonnie lead out the paracord, prepping for her little jump. This was going to be interesting, considering he was expecting her to do so much, without communication. So much for that trust!
Easily slipping down the cord, her legs crossed at the ankles while she slid along it, she shook her head. He was not a team player. Not that she was, either, but really. Spring something like this on her, and he had to play her way? Shove it, Stud. Unclipping herself when she had sturdy footing, she was mentally counting her seconds to get the grate up, then get in. She was in in 5. He had the remaining 10 to follow her. Quietly. Too bad she didn't have her claws. Or was even able to use, -gasp- her own instinct.
Once inside, she hit her elbows and knees, shimmying through the vent. It wasn't as roomy as she liked, then again the building was older. And if she was having to bend, he was going to have a job of it. Reaching to tap with a fingertip to her forearm, a red line popped up in her visor. Another was visible along a line, overlaid in her line of sight. It seemed it was about 50 feet through a winding, but straight path.
“I see it-Ooof!” she murmured, feeling not something, but someone nearly committing one of those acts the Bible says is a no-no. Eyes wide; not that he could see, she waved her hand behind him, firmly pushing against his fabric-clad head.
“Teamwork, I understand. But this is a bit too close, Stud. Clyde. Whatever. If you want to be anal about the details, this is --not- the time.” Came her words in his ear, before she started to move forward, halting here and there every few feet for the briefest of seconds. It was habit. And while she initially hadn't liked the idea of the visor; it was coming in handy as the path was overlaid, guiding her. Silently she shimmied through the vents, the suit she was wearing a bit more giving than her leather. It nearly allowed her more movement, but in the face of less protection. Hopefully he's enjoying the damn view, she thought to herself, shaking her head. She was nearly naked without her claws, whip and theme. Now....if they were caught, it would be higher stakes than she'd ever imagined. But, it would be...a socialite being busted. Not Catwoman. Hopefully he had a contingent plan for -that-.
Easily slipping down the cord, her legs crossed at the ankles while she slid along it, she shook her head. He was not a team player. Not that she was, either, but really. Spring something like this on her, and he had to play her way? Shove it, Stud. Unclipping herself when she had sturdy footing, she was mentally counting her seconds to get the grate up, then get in. She was in in 5. He had the remaining 10 to follow her. Quietly. Too bad she didn't have her claws. Or was even able to use, -gasp- her own instinct.
Once inside, she hit her elbows and knees, shimmying through the vent. It wasn't as roomy as she liked, then again the building was older. And if she was having to bend, he was going to have a job of it. Reaching to tap with a fingertip to her forearm, a red line popped up in her visor. Another was visible along a line, overlaid in her line of sight. It seemed it was about 50 feet through a winding, but straight path.
“I see it-Ooof!” she murmured, feeling not something, but someone nearly committing one of those acts the Bible says is a no-no. Eyes wide; not that he could see, she waved her hand behind him, firmly pushing against his fabric-clad head.
“Teamwork, I understand. But this is a bit too close, Stud. Clyde. Whatever. If you want to be anal about the details, this is --not- the time.” Came her words in his ear, before she started to move forward, halting here and there every few feet for the briefest of seconds. It was habit. And while she initially hadn't liked the idea of the visor; it was coming in handy as the path was overlaid, guiding her. Silently she shimmied through the vents, the suit she was wearing a bit more giving than her leather. It nearly allowed her more movement, but in the face of less protection. Hopefully he's enjoying the damn view, she thought to herself, shaking her head. She was nearly naked without her claws, whip and theme. Now....if they were caught, it would be higher stakes than she'd ever imagined. But, it would be...a socialite being busted. Not Catwoman. Hopefully he had a contingent plan for -that-.