Post by Jenna Ann Mozberry on Aug 1, 2011 1:30:33 GMT -5
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i've got it better then when anyone's told ya
i'll be the queen of spades and you will be the king of hearts
then you will fight for me like you were my soldiers
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No one knew it, but amongst all the confusion, one person knew what was going on as their footsteps trailed away from the chaos. Spectators were left in a baffled confusion while staring into the home of a well known crime boss. Somehow, someone managed to get him outside in nothing more than his spanks and cocaine lined his entire body while the police were having some donuts just outside his home. The scene was set up perfectly, but no one could place a finger on who had done such a thing, besides one person. Jenna Ann Mozberry could only smirk as she trotted from the scene, her pale lips showing the pride she held in herself. You see, this wonderful crime boss had become a thorn in Moz's side, and she didn't take to kindly to his check ups in her business. Plus, he was demanding a cut. Moz never gave a cut to anyone unless they did part of the work, and this man wanted that cut for nothing more than allowing Moz to work on his territory. Like he truly owned anything. So, the blond woman managed to do what no police officer could: exposed him. 'Course, she was not looking for any reward, the reward for her was simply getting that thorn out of her side and no longer having to worry about it.
Tipping her gray fedora forward, she focused her sapphire eyes upon the sidewalk before her while more spectators began to push by her in order to reach the 'unbelievable' scene. All the while, Moz was listening to her IPod, which was ironically playing Smooth Criminal by Sulic and Hauser. She enjoyed that song, mostly because it truly captured who she was, and it had no words to it. Instead, it was just two guys playing cellos. She loved cellos. Letting her black heels clap against the sidewalk, Moz began to wonder what she would do next since she had already filled her morning with a small endeavor that many people would have called her crazy for even attempting. After all, messing with a powerful crime boss was never a good idea, but she took him down in just one morning, and he is no wiser to who done it since he will probably pass it off as a very, very bad day. A chuckle came to her lips at that thought as she trucked the streets of Cardiff. One idea popped into her head since she was having a small desire to get some coffee. So, she approached the little cafe that was no more than three blocks away from the scene, and she ordered herself a black coffee. With her coffee in hand, she trotted to an empty table and took a seat while her black dress pants bent with her legs and rose slightly to rest above her ankles. She also was wearing a dark purple blouse while her blond locks drooled down the back of her neck, some of them daring to bounce upon her shoulders, but her hair was also not that overly long since they barely reached past her shoulders to begin with. 'Course, they would probably reach further if they were not curled up like they were.
Setting her black hand bag onto the table, Moz began to relax in the comforts of the cafe while she could already hear people talking about the cocaine covered crime boss. In fact, the small television by the register was tuned in to the news channel where they were covering it already. Moz wrinkled her nose with some pride while she tried not to laugh too much at the man's exposed ego. "Next time you may be more careful who you screw," she muttered to herself before she took a sip of her coffee and noticed the next patron of the small cafe. The man seemed on edge as his eyes twitched and he was wearing a rather long coat which truly caught Moz's attention. A heavy sigh pushed through her lips as she knew what was coming next. The man drew a gun on the cashier and began making demands before turning the gun to everyone else and demanding them to put their cash and jewelry onto the table. Everyone began to fumble around since they didn't want any trouble, but Moz continued to drink her coffee while her gaze shifted to the window. The man shouted some more as he began to get closer to Moz. "Hey, bitch, did you not hear me? I said ta-" his words were cut short as Moz tossed her cup of hot coffee into the man's face. With the gun slipping from his fingers, Moz grabbed it out of the air and set it onto the table while the criminal grabbed his face and screamed in anguish, "Can I get another coffee please?" was all Moz said since the criminal was far too busy with his new facial features to care about robbing the place anymore.--------------------------------------------------------------
tag:: Open!
lyrics:: onerepublic
creator:: hanseh[/ul][/blockquote][/font][/color]
