Post by Bails on Aug 30, 2009 17:34:24 GMT -5
In numerology, 5 is the number for action; for those who just don't sit idley by but go out and grab life by the balls so to speak. If anyone ever had such a fitting name it would be 5 Grimassi-Brujah. Daughter of an assassin, she was brought up kicking ass and taking names. And now, she was on a mission. She came here looking for one man specifically. She knew he was a crotchety, old fool who liked his beer and his wife and that's about it. There was something about the challenge that made it more fun this way. Creeping onto the grounds of the infamous Black Manor, she fed the guard dogs some laced bacon and strolled through the gardens whistling dixie. Over in what would be a rose garden in the summer, a dark haired brat played fetch with a puppy and a sunny looking tot in a ridiculous woolen cap.
The large house used to be where her target lived but recent intel said he'd moved into the shack in the back. It would be easier to target that was for sure- But she wasn't there for a hit. For once she went to knock on the front door and waited. The normalacy got to her. She wasn't used to polite gestures. Sparking a cigarette, she knocked again. Patience was a virtue that Iz never taught her. But then, Mommy dearest hadn't been a Saint either.
The large house used to be where her target lived but recent intel said he'd moved into the shack in the back. It would be easier to target that was for sure- But she wasn't there for a hit. For once she went to knock on the front door and waited. The normalacy got to her. She wasn't used to polite gestures. Sparking a cigarette, she knocked again. Patience was a virtue that Iz never taught her. But then, Mommy dearest hadn't been a Saint either.
