i'm the predator, you're the prey (open)

[isobel marie grant]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(); padding: 30px; border: # solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN NOTES NONE Isobel had been in Paris long enough to know her way around, she had already discovered little brick and brack stores around that were cute, since she had caught wind of her ex looking for her Isobel had been careful too keep out places that she could easily be found in. A duffel bag as slung over her right shoulder which had extra guns, ammo, clothes and all of her fake passports and documents. Isobel was dressed in a simple black shirt, a pair of well fitting jeans with a black leather jacket and a pair of black high heeled boots on her feet and fingerless gloves on her hands. Black was an easy colour to wear and it was always the colour she wore when she was hunting someone she had a contract on, sighing softly Isobel walked into le procope. She had quickly become a regular at this particular restaurant, ordering her usual coffee she walked over to her usual table that butted up against the window and allowed her to look out onto the street and keep an eye on the door at the same time. She had always carrying weapons and today there was a knife in a custom made sheath down her back, the handle hidden under her hair and a browning hi-powered 9mm gun in her shoulder rig sitting comfortably under her jacket. Placing her bag at her feet under the table she tucked her hair behind her ears before she reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out her phone, seeing a few new messages and missed calls Isobel sighed softly before she locked her phone and pushed it back into her pocket just as her coffee was being placed on the table before her. Making a small nod of her head at the young waitress Isobel flashed her a brief smile before she picked up her cup and sipped it before putting it back down. Hearing the small bell above the door tinkle, Isobel raised her head and watched as a group of people walked inside apparently on a lunch break from where ever they had just come from. A few of them were talking loudly interupting the peace and quiet which had been surrounding her for a few moments, giving a small huff of annoyance she sipped more of her coffee angrily wanting the peace and quiet of the restaurant to come back. these dry bones cry for you

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[lily astrid hills]

Lily had discovered Le Procope while on a walk around Paris. She was still getting settled in, and adjusted to her new life. The restaurant was quiet, simple, and she loved it. It was the perfect place to do a little writing while sipping on coffee. She was dressed in skinny jeans, a light blue top, with a demin jacket. She wore brown boots, and her hair was down and around her shoulders. She wore a side bag, the strap going across her chest.

The bell tinkled as she pushed the door open. A loud group of people was in there, and she frowned. She needed piece and quiet to work on her book. But she was here now. She headed over to a small table near the window, a few chairs down from a young woman in black clothing. Lily didn't pay much attention to her, just ordered a hot chocolate with whipping cream, and a chocolate chip stone. She removed her bag, and pulled out a small, leatherbound note book, and pen. Often, she did her writing on a computer, but sometimes she'd jot down ideas, scenes, little tidbits in the notebook.

She bent over the page, scribbling down a few things while waiting for her drink and scone. Soon, it arrived, and she sipped on it while she wrote down a couple other things. Thankfully, she knew enough french to get by, though she was studying it to learn more. She intended to stay in Paris a couple years, if not permanently. She'd at least finish her last 2 years of school, and if she liked it enough, she'd settle down. She nibbled on the scone, and it was delcious, warm, and chocolately.