She watches her walk away disappointedly, never having given the woman her number. Oh well, she didn't seem to want anything to do with her rather than a fling anyway. She soon got into the cab that was waiting for her, hoping she wasn't too tipsy for the business she was supposed to be doing tomorrow. Meeting her new partner in crime. She never wanted a partner and preferred to work alone, but hopefully it'd be fine. She soon arrived at her house, changing from her lace underwear into comfy ones and an oversized tee, hopping into bed and falling asleep a few minutes after.
(Timeskip?)
(Yep! To them meeting as murderers?)
(Yup! How about they work for the same organization or whatever and are assigned to be partners but Charlie had no idea? )
(Yeah, that would be really interesting!)
(Alright, could you start us off?)
(Sure! Did you want them to meet up while waiting for the victim?)
(How about jut after Charlie has committed le deed?)
(Perfect!)
Charlie crouches down on a roof, watching the house across the street. Rather than her usual preference of a knife, she's opted to go for a gun. This target is part of gang who's members are highly trained. She doesn't want to take a risk when she doesn't have to, hence the gun. Glancing up at the darkening sky, she takes a deep breath. Today has been crazy but she knows that she needs to focus. If she's not in the right mindset she could make a mistake and that's just not an option. She stays perfectly still, not wanting to risk getting caught. Lucky for her, the sun has finally set and coated the city in darkness, save for the streetlights of course. She doesn’t have to wait much longer. Only a few more minutes pass before her target emerges from the safety of his home. She wastes no time before she lines up the perfect shot. The man steps onto the sidewalk and she squeezes the trigger. A bullet propels from the gun and whips across the street, heading straight for the man’s head. It’s a perfect kill shot. She smiles smugly before climbing down from the roof and going to deal with the mess.
(I will reply soon, just that school just started and I already have homework! I’m working on my response, I promise!)
Natalia pushes her hair out of her face as she walks towards the house the will be scaling. That supposed to be where she meets her new partner. She's never liked working with others, but it was what her cooperation wanted, and she wanted to keep her job, so she acquiesced. She was dressed in black leggings and a black long-sleeved shirt along with her new, temporary black dyed hair tucked into a bun. She had to admit, she looked hot in her work clothes. She smiled when she heard the gun go off and a body falls down somewhere, even with the suppressor on it. She scaled the building quickly, walking over to the laid down body, of whom seemed to be a woman, and sat down next to them, waiting for them to notice her. She didn't realize who it was, for she hadn't gotten a full glimpse of their face yet.
Charlie nudges the dead body's side with the tip of her boot. Her noise wrinkles in disdain. This is always her least favorite part. She leans back on her heels with a sigh. Blowing a strand of hair from her blonde wing out of her face, she pulls on some gloves. Her outfit consists of black leggings, a black tank top, a black jacket, a blonde wig, and brown contact lenses. "Alright, you stupid bastard, let's get this over with," She mutters, glaring at the dead body. Not a day goes by that she doesn't wish that the company would shell out for a clean up team. Her entire body stiffen the second she heard approaching footsteps. "What do you want?" She snaps, whirling around and pointing her gun at the woman before her. She doesn't shoot yet just in case the company sent someone to check up on her. They don't quite trust her due to her rebellious nature.
She smirks and raises her hands in the air, grinning deviously when she caught a glimpse of the woman. "Holy shit, I didn't know you had work in this business too…what is it… Charlie, right?" she smirked gallantly, raising an eyebrow at her before dropping her arms. She walked over to her, placing her hand over the barrel of the gun and pulling it down from where it was aimed at her. She bit her lip, looking her up and down, "Sexy outfit, going to a club after you clean up here?"
Recognition flickers in her eyes after a moment. "You're that girl from the club. Emma? Nora? Natasha? Um……..Oh! Natalie!" It takes her a second to put a name to the face. She tucks her gun away, knowing that the organization sent her. "I'm doing a lot of things once I'm done here. What do you want? Did the boss man send you to check up on me? I told that old geezer that I'm shoving a gun down his damn throat if he sends another one of his lap dogs." The constant check ups annoy the hell out of her. She gets the job done. That should be the only thing that matters in this line of business.
"Damn, how many girls did you see that night?" she laughed, sitting down on a smooth cement block next to the body. "No, actually, I was told I was now your partner in crime" she explained, twirling her hair in her hands. "But yeah, the old geezer sure is a dick" she replied, looking up at her slyly.
“My partner in crime? Oh, hell no.” She stands up instantly, a scowl on her face. “You’re hot and I’m sure capable of doing this job but I don’t play nice with others. There is no way I’m partnering up with you. It isn’t personal.” The second she sees that stupid old man, she’s going to throttle him for getting such a ridiculous idea in his fat head.
She picks up the spray bottle of bleach on the pavement over in her hands, scoffing at the name written on the front. "Same here, and I actually tried my darndest to kill him when he told me that I was doing it, but the stupid security guards are really buff" she rolled her eyes as she spoke. She placed the bottle of bleach down on the ground again, standing up again. "The generic brand is a lot better than name brands, just saying" she suggested.
“Are you seriously criticizing my bleach choice? I’ve been doing this for a really long time so I think I know what I’m doing,” She scoffs and grabs the bottle, tossing it at her. That right there is a personal offense. She takes great pride in her work. “You have to clean up now. That’s what happens when you insult someone’s methods. I’m going to go talk to that wrinkly old idiot about this arrangement.” If the guards get in her way then she’ll shout them. It’ll get her in trouble but it’d be totally worth it.
She grabbed her by her wrist, pulling her back and taking her cheek in her hands, kissing her softly, a tenderness there that wasn't there before. She pulled away after a moment or two, looking her in the eyes before dropping her hands to her side. "You made the damn mess, clean it up your own damn self" she smirked, looking her up and down and waiting for her reaction.
She opens her mouth to protest but the words die the second their lips meet. This wasn’t how she was expecting the murder to go but she’s sure as hell not complaining. The kiss ends all too soon for her liking but she doesn’t mention it. Someone still needs to clean up the old dead guy. It’s a bit of a mood killed. “You kill it up and I’ll buy you a drink for your troubles. If you make me clean it up then you may never get to see what’s under these sexy clothes.”
She dips her tongue out onto her bottom lip before biting the plush skin covered in a lipgloss. "You make a tempting offer" she purrs before slinging the body over her shoulder and dumping him in the dumpster just a few feet away, pouring gasoline into his mouth and lighting a match, lighting his head on fire and soon his whole body. It acts as an incinerator as she cleans up the pool of pool on the cement. Once the fire has died down and she's buried the crispy body in a bit of fertilizer and decomposition soil (Legit forgot what it was called) she calls it a day, burning the towels and such along with any other evidence there might've been left from the cleanup. She turns to Charlie, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her deeply again, biting her lower lip and dragging it out before kissing her again, parting just enough to speak. "How was that for cleanup?" she purred, her eyes fluttering closed.
