Post by SA Maggie LeFebvre on Jun 25, 2013 12:19:05 GMT -5
* Maggie ( C. ) Lefebvre ,
Maggie exited the INTERPOL NYC office, a small bank of offices, cubicles, and Bullpens that took up the entire 5th floor of the World Trade Center's new location. The blonde instantly turned heads as she headed for elevator, and out to the parking lot. She climbed into her old, beat up Karmann Ghia, a bribe (gift) from her father when she turned 18, right before he died. She pulled out her assignment file, double-checking the address of her target, and then set off for the Upper East Side.
She ignored the jeers from the other drivers as Maggie sped through town, merely pausing at red lights, and sipping some bottled water as she drove. Her mind was focused, as it usually was, on the target, and that meant that she didn't pay attention to much else. She wasn't too worried about being pulled over, the sticker in the window alerted local law enforcement to her being a Federal agent, so they generally left her alone. If not, she usually poured on the French accent, assuring the officer that she was merely just learning US driving laws, and would "try to do better, oui?" Her accent was not usually noticeble unless she was upset, but she could make it stronger when she wanted to. Years of life spent in Paris's Left Bank allowed her to do so.
Finally, she pulled up, careful to park a bit away after she found the right address. She quickly came up with a plan. She climbed out of the car after checking her lipstick, and holstering up. Her badge was out and ready, but she approached without too much worry. She knocked on the door...her plan was to start off friendly, merely inquiring if Catrione Molinelli. lived here. She was glad she'd worn a vest under her sexy little top, though.
A woman answered, and Maggie's red lips parted in a smile. She made her accent thicker and her English a bit stumbly as she spoke.
Allo. Je suis-I am Maggie. Pardon me...I am looking for a woman called Catrione Molinelli. I have something that belongs to her, lke a warrant, Maggie thought to herself. She never gave up her facade of lost little French girl, though.
tagged , Cat
outfit , here
lyrics , run this town - jay-z
credit , rora @ hos
[/font][/size]Maggie exited the INTERPOL NYC office, a small bank of offices, cubicles, and Bullpens that took up the entire 5th floor of the World Trade Center's new location. The blonde instantly turned heads as she headed for elevator, and out to the parking lot. She climbed into her old, beat up Karmann Ghia, a bribe (gift) from her father when she turned 18, right before he died. She pulled out her assignment file, double-checking the address of her target, and then set off for the Upper East Side.
She ignored the jeers from the other drivers as Maggie sped through town, merely pausing at red lights, and sipping some bottled water as she drove. Her mind was focused, as it usually was, on the target, and that meant that she didn't pay attention to much else. She wasn't too worried about being pulled over, the sticker in the window alerted local law enforcement to her being a Federal agent, so they generally left her alone. If not, she usually poured on the French accent, assuring the officer that she was merely just learning US driving laws, and would "try to do better, oui?" Her accent was not usually noticeble unless she was upset, but she could make it stronger when she wanted to. Years of life spent in Paris's Left Bank allowed her to do so.
Finally, she pulled up, careful to park a bit away after she found the right address. She quickly came up with a plan. She climbed out of the car after checking her lipstick, and holstering up. Her badge was out and ready, but she approached without too much worry. She knocked on the door...her plan was to start off friendly, merely inquiring if Catrione Molinelli. lived here. She was glad she'd worn a vest under her sexy little top, though.
A woman answered, and Maggie's red lips parted in a smile. She made her accent thicker and her English a bit stumbly as she spoke.
Allo. Je suis-I am Maggie. Pardon me...I am looking for a woman called Catrione Molinelli. I have something that belongs to her, lke a warrant, Maggie thought to herself. She never gave up her facade of lost little French girl, though.
tagged , Cat
outfit , here
lyrics , run this town - jay-z
credit , rora @ hos
