Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20150825005304/@comment-5426254-20150830000754

The two Huntsmen-in Training continued their pursuit. Then they stopped when they saw her on a building ledge.

"We should call for backup at this rate," Vert suggested as he caught his breath.

"First we should determine her possible location to signal the cops," Carmine retorted. "Oh, and keep your mouth shut. We don't want to warn her and keep this shit going."

They saw her opening, then closing a can, before running once more on the building tops. The two followed, running on the sidewalks across the street of the rooftops to get a glimpse of where she was headed.

Okay, Miss whatsyourface, how long will you keep this up?

They then decided to head to an alley at the adjacent building, climbing up the fire escape onto a nearby rooftop, silently watching the target before quietly maneuvering on the roof with a low profile, all to pinpoint her direction ...

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Violet Cesario was in her custom purple convertible (mix between Bentley Continental GTC and Rolls-Royce Wraith), after discussing with one of her clients about a possible takeover of Vale after Torchwick's arrest and the relative decline of Junior's gang.

At the stoplight, she planned to attend a little costume party invited for wealthy socialites like her - the Kingdoms' elite had heard of her sudden rise to riches through the grapevine, and had therefore allowed her to come. And she planned to be on the cover of magazines with an interview describing her ascension in the social ladder; she chose her words carefully, and incentivized a later date of publication for the article with a wad full of Lien.

That is, until she looked up and saw a figure with white hair running on the rooftops.

She decided to turn right, and parked on the curb a few feet from the intersection. She opened her purse, and set the parking meter for two hours. Then she remembered that she had brought with her "emergency kit", with supplies in two bags. She popped her trunk and grabbed a guitar case and a black briefcase, leaving behind white shopping bags when she closed the door.

As she began to track down her direction, she put on her purple fedora as she ran on the sidewalks, and across streets ...