sorry to SPOIL the fun

[secondchances]

Who: Stephanie Brown and YOU
What: Being a villain instead of a hero ;(
When: Tonight!
Where: The city
Rating: PG

Despite the snow and the cold, Stephanie is out and about. After finding quite a few pretty necklaces and rings to wear for the upcoming celebration, it makes sense to reward her hard fifteen minutes of thieving by... thieving some more, of course. And causing some general disturbances in the city.

Paradisa is so freakin' boring. It needed to be New Year's already.

Her face is covered by a black mask, obscuring her features, and the rest of her is covered in purple, including her hood and cape. It was time to spoil someone's night.



[[ooc: If you want your character to get mugged or almost get mugged, feel free to toss 'em here. I'll have a few sections where they can encounter ~*~*~THE SPOILER~*~*~ ;) ]]

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THE CITY

[secondchances]

It's quiet until you suddenly hear the sound of a struggle. Go and check it out, and you may find someone getting their purse stolen by a figure in purple.

Or, maybe it's quiet until someone drops behind you and tries to see if you have anything good on you.

[cheerupemoborg]

Unfortunately, Hank is sadly lacking in pockets. You'd think a smart guy like him would include those in the outfit.

"Can I help you with something?"

He doesn't look at all surprised by her dropping in. That's super-hearing, for you.

[secondchances]

Whoops. Maybe she should invest in some night vision tech, but she plays it off as best she could.

"Guessing you're not coming from the bank, huh?"

[cheerupemoborg]

"What was your first clue?"

Speaking of night vision tech, Hank's robo-eye zooms in to get a better look at this person.

Not many costumed types around these days.

[secondchances]

"The face, really. You look more likely to rob a bank than I do."

She takes a small step back, but otherwise remains relaxed.

[cheerupemoborg]

"Sorry, but that's a bit below me."

Amused, he takes a small step forward.

"You look like your used to petty thievery, however."

[save_the_souls]

Allen was walking home from his late shift at the clinic, feeling pretty miserable since it had been a rotten day- between Merlin's news and people acting strange. It's to the point when he hears someone drop behind him. Instead of turning around to see what's going on, he'll simply sigh and slump his shoulders slightly. It can't be Ino, she's in the clinic.

"If you're here to cause trouble, I suggest you pick a better target."

[secondchances]

"Why does everyone assume I'm causing trouble? I could be asking for directions."

Says the stranger covered head to toe. This person seemed like easy pickings, but Steph couldn't really appreciate the attitude. C'mon, dude.

[save_the_souls]

"If you are, then I apologise. But you would be better to approach from the front."

Man, he hated it when they snarked. Though the voice sounded familiar...was it someone he knew before?

[secondchances]

She wasn't making any effort to change the sound of her voice, sighing and talking as if she wasn't in costume.

"I could be asking for directions, I said. Never said your assumption was wrong. Empty your pockets."

[save_the_souls]

Yes, that voice really did sound familiar. But the words did not.

"I rather not," he'll turn around to see who it is. Oh of course, someone in the mask. "Like I said, you might want to try someone else."

IL CAPRICCIO

[secondchances]

Bored, bored, bored. That is, until Stephanie spots a restaurant, which looks to be closed for the night. It looks fancy. She'd better inspect.

It doesn't take her long to break a window and slip in, not caring about the noise or the mess. Fancy indeed! Maybe there's some money kept here, or at least some nice stuff.

Nothing personal, of course.

IL CAPRICCIO

[assassino]

Ezio sits on a rooftop, eating an apple even though he can see his breath on the air. The rooftop is adjacent to Lana's restaurant, which he sometimes likes to watch over, even if Lana could do it herself –– it makes him feel like a man, to guard over his woman's workplace.

What he can also see, courtesy his adaption to the dark, is the dark figure skulking through the night.

And then he sees the figure break into his lover's property. That will certainly not do.

He slips off the rooftop, swift and silent, and follow the figure to the broken window. Once his quarry has disappeared inside, he follows. He'll trap this burglar like a fox in its hole.

[secondchances]

Stephanie is busy checking out the wine, glancing at the dates--where the hell did these come from, anyway? Some are decidedly fancy. But there's no use in taking these, as she's not a fan of that taste, and hauling them around to trade or sell would be a pain in the ass.

"Whoops," she says, casually tipping one bottle out of the rack and watching it break in the floor. Red wine stains, fun. The crash masks the sound of anyone following in after her, and soon another crash follows as she drops another bottle.

"I'm so clumsy."

[assassino]

Ezio's eyes narrow. When the first drops he moves across broken glass, hiding the crunch of his boots. He pauses in the silence, and when the girl drops the other, he uses the sound to burst forward.

By time the sound subsides, he has hand wound into the back of her hood, hard, and the tip of a blade pressed into the small of her back.

"You have burgled the wrong merchant, girl," he hisses.

[secondchances]

She gasps, the bottle in her hand slipping out of her fingers and breaking like the rest. That's definitely something sharp and pointy against her back. She slowly puts up her hands, otherwise frozen.

"Please, I'm sorry, I don't want to get in trouble," she tries, though she clearly wasn't sorry two seconds ago. "Don't kill me."

She knows who this is, of course. He wouldn't kill her.

THE FOUNTAIN

[secondchances]

It's been a long night of spoiling, so Stephanie pauses by the fountain to briefly take off her mask and breathe. It's exhilarating. There's so much stuff for the taking.

Sure, she could wish for material items, but the fun was in the taking.

She laughs a little to herself, looking at her reflection in the water.

[kryptonian]

And there is Supergirl, fresh from a night flyover. She could have seen through that mask without a trouble anyway, so she drops down with a grin and lands on the edge of the fountain.

"Hey, Steph," she says. "What are you doing in the old suit?"

[secondchances]

There's a slight jump, and Stephanie doesn't look pleased to see her sudden company. She doesn't even bother reaching for her mask, but instead crosses her arms and frowns. Well, there goes her night.

All she's got on her is some jewelery, safe in a pouch. She could say Lucrezia gave it to her. Good enough.

"Are you the fashion police or something?"

[kryptonian]

The smile fades from Kara's face, in favour of a frown.

"Uh," she replies. "On that topic it does look a little 90s, but I didn't mean to offend."

[secondchances]

"It does not," she scowls, even though it kinda does. She's not agreeing with Supergirl, at any rate.

"Don't you have kids to save from wells?"

[reverto]

And then there is this donkey, clopping closer so it can start drinking from the fountain. Messily too.

[secondchances]

Uh oh. Was she in trouble?

"Oh... nice night, huh?"

[reverto]

Excuse you, interrupting her while she drinks. The donkey snorts out any water that's gotten into her nose, turning to Steph with an unimpressed look while widening her nostrils.

[secondchances]

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt..."

She steps back, but something slips out of a pocket and falls into the snow with an airy jingle. Whoops. Jewelry.

She'll just casually shove it aside with her boot.