<b>Name: Cloe Perez <br/>
Location :Rome<br/>
Tagging :Kenji<br/>
Mood music : Know your enemy - Greenday <br/>
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</div></b><br/>Cloe stared at for him in silence, a deep. Frown on her face. Was he shitting with her right now? Zodiac island had suddenly become very popular again, drew loads of tourists, with loads of money. All though anyone could go to the amusement park, the actual resort was very expensive to stay at, only for the very rich. If he had a way in.....it would be easier. But she didn't trust anyone. Him least of all. Plus she didn't like being laughed at, chocolate was inexpensive and not worth stealing. Why would she care about a factory?!<br/><br/>She glared at him suspiciously, she wasn't one to pass up an opportunity to make money, but this was asshole, she didn't trust him.<b>"win it? How?" </b><br/><br/>He gave her a deadpan look.<b>"Does it matter?!" <br/>
"Yes it matters! I don't trust you and want to know you aren't fucking me!" </b><br/>The asshole actually had to stifle another laugh, making her want to punch him in his stupid face!<br/><b>"I bought a lottery ticket as a joke, then actually won it" </b><br/><br/>Damit she wanted to go! People paid good money for super stuff. Not those souvenir shit, real stuff. The base was somewhere, but that would require snooping, and running and jumping. And even though she hated acknowledging it, asshole was good at it.<br/><br/><b>"If you want me to take you serious, you need to be serious. I want 60/40. Me being 60. It's clear I will be doing most the work since you are a clown." </b><br/><br/>That stopped his smirk, even if his eyes were still alive with laughter.<b>"Like hell you are. This is my tickets. I can just go alone or ask anyone else. My mistake for thinking we can pull a real profit together. It's first class tickets, and top floor of the estate, best rooms, but if you... " <br/>
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"Fine, 50 / 50" </b>She interrupted. Trying her best to ignore his smirk.<b>"What time do I meet you where?" </b><br/><br/>___________________________________<br/><br/>Cloe was so distracted when she entered her home, her mind on the upcoming heist, she nearly ran snack into her dad.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/94419db48168e164d6f832c6af1b0536-jpg.138530/" title="94419db48168e164d6f832c6af1b0536.jpg">
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</div><br/><b>"Where the fuck have you been?" </b><br/><br/>She froze, looking at him in confusion<b>"Out" <br/>
"Don't be a smart ass with me, out where, I told you to keep close" </b><br/>Cloe frowned at her father, he never gave a shit were she went when. He was being very weird today.<br/><b>"I was close! What is with you today?!" <br/>
"Anyone try and contact you?" </b><br/>She walked pass her dad to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge to pull out a drink.<br/><b>"Want anything?" <br/>
"No. Answer my question" <br/>
"Dad, fucking chill. No. Well yes, I guess. That asshole actually talked to me today. He needs my help for a job" <br/>
"What job?" <br/>
"He got an in on Zodiac Island" </b><br/><br/>Her dad froze.<b>"Zodiac Island? No, you can't go." </b><br/>Cloe about had it with his weirdness today.<b>"You know I'm 25 right. I can fucking go wherever I want." </b><br/>Her dad gave a sigh, actually looking tired.<b>"Cloe, don't be a bitch okay. I'm trying to keep you save." <br/>
"Dad, other than asshole </b>(she should find out his name)<b>nobody can even catch me, and I'm a pretty decent fighter as you know. Plus the supers are dead or gone, and even if they weren't, they won't bother with petty thievery. Zodiac Island is perfectly safe. "<br/>
" I said no Cloe, and I meant it. You want a challenge so bad fine, they just dug up some new tomb in Egypt. Let's go see what they found.? "</b><br/>Okay, something was up, her dad was being very weird. But she haven't done a job with him in forever. Still, why not both. She was meeting asshole in a few hours anyway.<br/><b>" okay dad. Egypt sounds great. Will you set it up for us? I'm tired, I'm going to bed" </b><br/>She gave him a hug, saying goodnight, preparing to pack to go meet asshole (she really needed to find out his name!) The look on her father's face telling her, now he was the one not buying her story, but he said nothing.<br/><br/><b>"See you tomorrow dad" </b>She said knowing it wasn't true, but not to what extent