Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2013 16:15:52 GMT -5
Roxy had been itching to make a score, Gotham had a lot to offer for thrills, fun and loot. She had been staking out this 34 floor building and knew that a private function was going one, a charity or something like that. She knew that the rich snobs of Gotham would be attending and that meant they'd be wearing some really expensive items, jewels, gold.. it was all for the taking.
The evening wind blew through Roxy's red hair as she removed her aviators goggles and helmet, this job needed a little femme fatale and so Roxy decided to dress up for the event. Her shoulders were bar as she was dressed in strapless top with her favorite tight leather pants. She was sitting atop of her high powered Rocket that hovered just out of view , She was gonna drop in through the side window . She set her rocket on auto pilot as she went through the check-list in her mind once more.
Gun, Check. Bag, check. Hair tie, Check.
Her right leg slides up and over the saddle and she leap forward pushing off her rocket and shattering the glass window as she soared through. As glass flew everywhere and gasps escape those who had gathered for the charity, Roxy tumbled and then was on her feet. She drew her gun and smiled at the crowd before her," Ladies and gents, I am here to collect my small share of charity..."
Gun in one hand, Bag in the other she approached the nearest person, a fat woman decorated in diamonds and gold. Roxy held up the bag and smiled," You know what I want.. In the bag. Now. "
The evening wind blew through Roxy's red hair as she removed her aviators goggles and helmet, this job needed a little femme fatale and so Roxy decided to dress up for the event. Her shoulders were bar as she was dressed in strapless top with her favorite tight leather pants. She was sitting atop of her high powered Rocket that hovered just out of view , She was gonna drop in through the side window . She set her rocket on auto pilot as she went through the check-list in her mind once more.
Gun, Check. Bag, check. Hair tie, Check.
Her right leg slides up and over the saddle and she leap forward pushing off her rocket and shattering the glass window as she soared through. As glass flew everywhere and gasps escape those who had gathered for the charity, Roxy tumbled and then was on her feet. She drew her gun and smiled at the crowd before her," Ladies and gents, I am here to collect my small share of charity..."
Gun in one hand, Bag in the other she approached the nearest person, a fat woman decorated in diamonds and gold. Roxy held up the bag and smiled," You know what I want.. In the bag. Now. "