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revivalproject2021-05-13 07:15 am
heeeyadora) wrote in revivalproject2021-05-13 07:15 am
Let me tell you a tail
WHO: Catra, OTA
WHERE: Billy's fantasy city
WHAT: The life of a Cat Burglar
WHEN: Superhero Event
WARNINGS: Violence and bad puns
The Classic
Catra dropped down inside the store, eyes glowing as she looked around to be sure the coast was really clear. The jewelry sparkled dully in the dark, and she grinned, fingering a sharp claw and scrapping a hole in the nearest case. This was too easy.
She filled her bag 'til it was bursting, certain she'd gotten away with it as she climbed back out onto the roof, only to spot a damn hero.
"Ugh, you’ve got to be kitten me, it's you. Don't you have anything better to do?"
The Corporate
This was bigger fish than a simple jewelry store. These people had the cash to throw around on real security. But Catra enjoyed a challenge.
She dropped down on a wire, eying the laser grid with a smirk. Was that all? She could do lasers in her sleep.
She typed the security codes into the computer terminal and they shut off, Catra purring as she dropped down to the ground and unhooked her harness. But a moment later alarms suddenly started blaring. Apparently those codes hadn't been quite as up to date as she was led to believe.
The Personal
This wasn't really the sort of job Catra normally worked. This was personal, to someone at least. She slid in through a back window, scanning the room and making her way through the space. She'd been instructed to take nothing else, in and out, no one the wiser.
Which would have been simple enough if not for the sudden sound of key in the door. Catra froze. They weren't supposed to be home yet, she'd timed this out perfectly! What had gone wrong??
WHERE: Billy's fantasy city
WHAT: The life of a Cat Burglar
WHEN: Superhero Event
WARNINGS: Violence and bad puns
The Classic
Catra dropped down inside the store, eyes glowing as she looked around to be sure the coast was really clear. The jewelry sparkled dully in the dark, and she grinned, fingering a sharp claw and scrapping a hole in the nearest case. This was too easy.
She filled her bag 'til it was bursting, certain she'd gotten away with it as she climbed back out onto the roof, only to spot a damn hero.
"Ugh, you’ve got to be kitten me, it's you. Don't you have anything better to do?"
The Corporate
This was bigger fish than a simple jewelry store. These people had the cash to throw around on real security. But Catra enjoyed a challenge.
She dropped down on a wire, eying the laser grid with a smirk. Was that all? She could do lasers in her sleep.
She typed the security codes into the computer terminal and they shut off, Catra purring as she dropped down to the ground and unhooked her harness. But a moment later alarms suddenly started blaring. Apparently those codes hadn't been quite as up to date as she was led to believe.
The Personal
This wasn't really the sort of job Catra normally worked. This was personal, to someone at least. She slid in through a back window, scanning the room and making her way through the space. She'd been instructed to take nothing else, in and out, no one the wiser.
Which would have been simple enough if not for the sudden sound of key in the door. Catra froze. They weren't supposed to be home yet, she'd timed this out perfectly! What had gone wrong??
no subject
He lunged for the drive, fingers grazing its surface before she dropped him to that knee. Hopefully he knocked it loose enough to lose contact; he was too preoccupied with trying to throw her off to tell.
no subject
Catra's thrown back, mental timer more or less run out and the breath knocked from her, and she lays there breathing heavily, unsure if she's managed to succeed or not. Either way she's about to be hauled away again, and she sighs.
"Could've killed you way more times than just Kiev," she mutters.
no subject
There. Now the countdown wouldn't matter; she couldn't her the data.
"You could've. And you didn't. Get out of here, kitten." He stopped her; he didn't need to capture her. And with the injury, he really didn't want to run after her. "Remember what I said."
<3
Catra blew out a breath of defeat, laying there a moment longer before pushing to her feet. She spared him a hesitant look, only frowning in answer, but it's something. And then she was gone, making her escape before anyone else can show up who was less willing to let her leave.
<3!
He put the crushed drive on the floor, smashed it more completely with the shield. He'd thwarted her; he didn't need anyone trying to get anything off the remains of it to track back to her.
"One of these days, kitten," he said to the empty room. "One of these days."