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Joined: 10-December 17
Last Seen: Mar 18 2018, 07:58 PM
Local Time: Mar 19 2018, 04:24 AM
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Feb 20 2018, 12:41 AM
Reva was not on a job officially.
Nine in the morning was not really prime thieving time but it was an excellent
time to casually scope out a potential mark. A little legwork never hurt anyone and the massive man in a linen suit that cost more than the building she was window shopping in front of never even looked in her direction. Reva was just one more New York tourist and she played that up shamelessly, stopping constantly to take pictures and selfies, keeping the big man in focus instead of her pretty face.
Camera phones made her job ridiculously easy. People were so desensitized to their presence they were practically invisible. Reva took advantage of the man’s excellent taste in just about everything and while she casually stalked him, the little thief shopped. Deliberately losing the big man was a tactic. If she stayed glued to his ass eventually he would
notice her shadowing him, especially since he wasn’t an idiot, and Reva refused to be made. This was a score that would help Reva make a name for herself.
The Thief that bested Fisk.
When her mark returned to his town car, the suspension sinking as he settled into the back, Reva snapped a picture of the license plate and decided to call it a day. This was not a thing she was going to rush into. Reckless as Reva was, she wasn’t going to just swim up to a shark and stick her head in its mouth. If she was careful and took the time to gather a bit of information, she could very well retire at the ripe old age of eighteen.
With her job for the day done, Reva grinned and visibly relaxed, sweeping her hair up to pin atop her head as she paused to gaze in a window. She usually didn’t spend wantonly but man, pretty shoes were sort of her weakness. “Gosh you’re pretty,” she told the pair of stunning Louboutins
that were displayed on the window. “Yeah, you’re coming home with me.”Hank
Feb 19 2018, 10:47 PM
The laughter coming from inside of apartment 1807
was loud and raucous enough to be heard from the hallway. Clearly someone was having a good time behind that door, though Reva had to admit that for once it wasn’t her. The trouble with playing poker with a bunch of trained liars and deviants was that empathy didn’t help much when all was said and done. Relying on her ability was a good way to lose her money and trying to play the game straight... She might as well hand over her Dylan Tulle Pumps
and call it a night.
In fact, much to Reva’s embarrassment, that’s exactly what she’d just done. In a room full of cheaters, the little empath had played her hand and had been forced to surrender her shoes to the delight of her guests. Her leather jacket was already on the table, lost a few hands ago, and now her beloved Dylans. “Shitheads,” she announced to a roar of laughter. “Animals. Brutes.” There was an amused tilt to her lips as she scolded her fellow thieves. “Least you could do is let me stay in th game in my own house.”
“Sure, sweetheart. Put them fancy tech earrings in. I’ll play for them.”
Reva smiled sweetly at the older woman
kicked back comfortably at the table and waggled her finger at her. “I know when to quit, Sidewinder.” She wasn’t actually sore about being cleaned out. Reva wasn’t so good at the cards thing but she was a social creature and craved company. She’d never lived alone until she came to New York and getting into the local thieves dens was a means of survival.
“Your new friend comin or somethin? Or you just hot for that timepiece on the wall?” Slipknot
let out a lungful of hookah smoke and looked over at Reva with a smirk. Thieves were terrible gossips and Reva herself was not willing to divulge any information about the Scarlet Spider
. She hadn’t brought up mutants at all. All the thieves knew was that Reva kept checking the clock and she had a new henna tattoo that she cheesed over whenever anyone brought it up.
Ben had, in fact, been invited. The guy needed some solid friends and there was a reason the old saying went ‘thick as thieves’. If you were in, you were in for life. There were no friends better than the ones who ran a little perpendicular to rest of the world.
They always knew where to buy the good beer.
Jan 2 2018, 12:49 AM
The biting cold didn’t stop Reva from heading up to the roof each night like clockwork. If she didn’t have a job that night, or wasn’t dragged out by ‘co-workers’ for some mischief, Reva took sundown as her cue to climb the fire escape upward. The little thief already lived on the 18th floor of the kitchy little Court Street
apartments in Brooklyn but Reva had a spot all her own up on the roof. Her apartment was a jumble of emotional residue and too large for her to comfortably meditate unless she wanted to shut herself in the closet.
She didn’t want to shut herself in the closet.
Her meditation tent
hung down from the underside of the building’s water tower perched like a dark, silent sentinel on the roof, strewn with heavily pigmented aerial silks. It was only accessible by climbing, full of colorful blankets to combat the freezing New York winter and little else. The outside canvas was covered in small painted hand and foot prints, shiny, sparkly trinkets, beads, braided string... It was a bit of a crow’s nest and that’s what Reva called it.
Her crow’s nest.
The blankets inside had been handwoven, chosen because the emotions attached to each brightly pigmented strand and fiber were miraculously calm and pleasant. The small camping lantern hanging from a tie in the center cast a warm glow in her cozy space, illuminating the hands, feet, and sparkling trinkets painted and sewn onto the canvas respectively. Reva
was sat comfortably in the swaying structure and had been since the sun had set. Her legs were crossed comfortably, one rested on top of the other. Her palms were delicate folded over each other, the bottom pressed lightly to her stomach. Her dark eyes were closed, the lantern causing her lashes to cast long shadows over her cheeks as she focused inward.
The joys of empathy.
Reva made an effort to keep her own emotions at least tidy. It made identifying and separating her own far easier when they became tangled with others. It was a side effect of her mutant ability that the Jordanian had not yet managed to control without extensive meditation. Meditation and focus. A henna cone was balanced on a tin plate in front of her awaiting Reva to finish. Her ‘tattoos’ had begun to fade and typically the girl faired better when she had a means of filtering outside influences. Logically she knew some henna wasn’t going to make much of a difference but Reva also felt firmly that belief in a thing made
She believed and so her own superstitious nature allowed the runes of her childhood to work.
The fact that they distracted her marks was entirely irrelevant, but the thought must have crossed her mind because the little thief smiled as she opened her eyes. “You know, I can feel you coming, yes?” she asked. There was a familiar presence very close by and Reva smirked. She had not told Ben much when they’d parted ways. Only that she tended to prefer heights and if he wanted
to find her, Brooklyn wasn’t that
“Miss me already?”Scarlet Spider
Dec 22 2017, 01:28 AM
It was just so embarrassingly easy. The security for Landon and Landon LLC was sadly lacking. Of course they probably hadn’t planned on someone ever so gently cutting through the fortieth floor window and slipping inside had been a piece of cake. Admittedly climbing down from the roof had been
exhilarating. The zipline that had brought her from the public building across the street to Landon and Landon’s roof was still hooked up. Let security puzzle over that and search the building for a while.
She wasn’t leaving via the stairs.Reva
shoved her thumb drive down the front of her jumpsuit with a grin, her goggles shoved back in an attempt to keep her hair from whipping into her face. Apparently forty floors up the wind was a son of a bitch. Next time she’d make a braid. She always said that but Reva never
braided back her hair. Call it vanity, or call it a favor to all mankind. Her hair was amazing.
“Ok...” Reva eased the window shut again and dangled there a moment, considering her options. Up. Up had been her way in and leaving through the same door she’d come in seemed like a dumb move. Down. Down was very far away and while down could be achieved quickly... Reva didn’t particularly want to escape fast and dead. So slow and alive it was. Nimble fingers were helped along by an enhanced equilibrium and specially made gloves that improved her ability to grip smooth surfaces... Something about microfilaments.
Reva climbed down at a recklessly fast clip, a shadow in the dark as she slid along the glass. It still wasn’t particularly speedy but she was concentrating on each little edge, each narrow frame that she could jam her fingers and toes into. One slip meant one hell of a belly flop and Reva wasn’t much interested in becoming abstract art on the sidewalk. “My god, do I want waffles,” she grumbled as she descended.
With the money she’d get for this score she’d get to eat her weight in waffles.
Waffles with chocolate chips.