All in a days work (open)

[xex]

((It’s ok. You just can’t say what other people do. You can get into serious board trouble for it.It’s in the rules and everything. Just try not to do it again and I’m sure you’ll be fine.))

Xexilia was about to object to him further destroying her car, but then she looked at it again and sighed, still very upset that her baby was destroyed. Had she called the vehicle her baby aloud, people probably would have thought her mad, but she did make her car so that gave her the right to call it whatever she wanted.

When he ruined the bodies, she was more grossed out than horrified. She had seen her fair share of bad things. When he pulled her away from the scene, she began to argue about how she couldn’t leave her car behind, but then she decided it wasn’t worth her life. “So much for my new radiator.” she grumbled as they began to sprint away.

And where exactly do you suggest we go?” she retorted as she struggled to run along side him. It wasn’t that his pace was too quick. She just didn’t like her arm being confined. Granted, she could run away from him, but she wasn’t that stupid. The way she saw it, they were going to be stuck together for a while.

[rifkin]

Rif finally let go of Xexilia's arm, confident that she was smart enough no to run off on her own. "We've got to check in with a few of my....co workers....." Rif said, stopping her before peering around a the street corner, and then motioning that it was safe to keep running. "I was taking care of some business tonight before we bumped into each other. I'm fairly sure its no coincidence that i walked out of a job to find bullets flying past my face. Something smells funny." After a block or two Rif ditched the license plates in a sewer drain before continuing on.
Rif slowed the pace to a walk, confident that they we're safe for the moment, but still proceeded cautiously, motioning for Xexilia to halt before going around corners or moving into less populated streets. After a few blocks of uncomfortable silence Rif looked over his shoulder and asked, "So, uh... your a Mutant too?"

[xex]

Xexilia arched a brow at him when he abandoned her license plates. “Yeah, that’s original. Haven’t you heard of an incinerator?”

She was going to change into her fox form and retrieve the plates, but decided that it was not worth getting her fur soiled. After all, she could merely hack into the DMV’s system and ensure that he plates be wiped from their records. She wasn’t a computer wiz, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have access to people who weren’t.

Walking behind Rif made her a bit uncomfortable. She wasn’t exactly a follower, in any sense. Swiftly, she her human form melted away and was replaced by a spry red fox with black stockings. She followed his every move carefully with her head held high. It wasn’t unheard of for rich assholes to have wild animals for pets. Most people never batted an eye at it. After all, that was one of her methods into getting where she wasn’t exactly allowed.

Xexilia was no longer there when Rif turned back to look at her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head violently before yipping nearby his feet.

[rifkin]

"is that...you...??" Rif asked looking down at the small red fox at his feet. "Well, i guess that answers the mutant question." He said as they rounded the corner. Finally they reached their destination, i small run down pawn shop, the words "Big Al's Pawn" Shone neon green above the door. "You might want to be human for this" Riff said pushing his way through the door.
Rif ignored the snoring employee drooling all over the front desk, and instead headed straight for the door that read "Employees only" at the back of the shop. He pushed open the door and choked on cigar smoke and the smell of day old whiskey.

Rif coughed and his eyes watered "Al, a word please!" he yelled to man with his back to them. He was sitting in a lazy boy recliner smoking a cuban and watching re-runs of the price is right.

"Rif!" he said, swiveling the chair to face him. "How ya been buddy!? looking for work?? who's the dame?"

[xex]

She didn’t change her form, but if she had, she would have smirked. This was only half of what she could do. When he suggested she change he form she snorted, but followed his suggestion. She wasn’t fond of switching back and forth. It was tiring and dull.

When Xexilia entered the shop, she wrinkled her nose, but it wasn’t because she disliked the smell. She was trying to discern the smoker’s taste in tobacco. It was cheap, to say the least. When she saw Big Al, she was no more impressed with him than the smoke. This time, when she wrinkled her nose, it was in distaste. When he called her a dame that just made things worse. She may have been female, but that didn’t make her a dame. Somehow, she managed to keep her mouth shut, but a dirty scowl crept onto her face. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to like him with time anymore than she liked wine. She could drink it for days, but that didn’t mean she liked it. It was rotten grape juice.

Xexilia saw a half empty bottle of liquor and smirked. His taste in booze was as cheap as his taste in Cubans.