"Sha'teal..." She could not tell where the mans voice was coming from. It called out to her from beyond the window. Was someone outside? Her long hair flowed over her pillow and Bly rolled her back to the voice. "Sha'teal..." The voice blended into the cry of a child. It was eno...

"Die CUNT!" Bly ducked to his blow and with a swift ensho geri to his left shin, she was able to buy herself a full second and a half, enough for her to kawariwaza out of his reach, bringing her closer to the Cadillac. Distancing herself, a shot of adrenaline was an added bonus to her stre...

Bly shoved Simon as far forward as she could, and kicked the door open hard and sprung forward into Hanten moguri kata kaiten, a half turning dive shoulder roll. She barely noticed as she hit the concrete, and rolled forward. She stood in a fluid motion so fast the human never saw the blow coming. S...

As Arthur ran away at the mouth, Bly reached over him and grabbed the metal shank doubling as a section of the door panel. Wedging her fingers around the end, she ripped the metal piece from the door panel. Sitting back up, she looked at Arthur, "Man, shut up and take this shiv. Use it." A...

Bly thought about the prospect of Alaska and could barely keep the grin from surfacing on her face. As she watched the others, no one seemed to be shocked, overly disappointed or dismayed by the announcement of their destination. Bly sensed that something about the situation was already a bit more c...

Nothing but an empty pill box, a boxed bar of soap, bandages and alcohol. Had anything been there previously, the others had taken it. Bly shut the mirrored medicine cabinet and caught her image in the mirror. She stared for a moment, noticing an age progression that she was sure had transgressed ov...

Bly walked a concentrated grid around the room, looking about for anything blatantly out of place. She had never before been in the apartment, so had some difficulty discerning between what was definately his and what could have been planted, but she made her best effort none the less. The only thin...

Bly hung back from the group a bit, but not far enough to cause alarm. Ms. Johnson's words absorbed into her mind, secondary to the images she concentrated on, as she attempted to capture the outlay of the building. She carefully studied every bit of security measures and building detail that she co...

Bly turned her head slightly to him and curled up a corner of her mouth, "That's good to hear. I think you and I may just get along after all." She let her grin fade back and turned her head forward once again. She never understood smoking, nor the elegant and prestigious notions associate...

"Fine then. Trusting your seeming sense of being a good judge of character," Bly paused, still facing outwards. Continuing, she said, "Unless there are objections, I am going to get motion sickness should I have idle hands much longer. Shall we proceed?"

Bly glided back to the window and faced out, seeing the ground get more and more distant as it seemed. The room seemed to have a short silence sweep over it, while those in attendance took in what had just occured and what was to be. Bly bit her lip and contemplated even asking the question that wei...

Bly cocked a slight grin at the man who had spit the cashews on the table. He, obviously, was taken aback by the proposition. Bly thought about the proposal once more. Two hundred and fifty thousand. On the streets, Bly would melt for that kind of cash, but what this 'Mr. Johnson' had been talking o...

After hearing all three men agree to the situation at hand, Bly nodded slightly at Mr. Johnson. "Consider me in."
A very quick momentary questioning of judgement rushed through her head and Bly took a deep breath - not revoking the words she had just spoken.

"Corporate Investigators." Bly repeated the fancy term as she cast a quick glance over to the man and woman seated at the table who had seemed to be abosorbing the situation thus far. The man sat staring intently at the cashews, but Bly had a feeling he was aware of everything that had bee...

Bly listened to Mr. Johnson intently. Her suspicious and curious nature was peaking. Glancing over at this 'Arthur' character a few times, Bly could tell that she wasn't the only one with lingering mixed feelings. The other man had been so quick to agree. The question of why still pierced at her. Wa...

Bly stared out the window, carefully taking in the delicacy of the cloud that was lowering itself down. Bly tried to calculate how long it would take it to lower down enough to fog the city streets. Or if it even would go that far. She did not turn around when Mr. Johnson came in the room. She, howe...

Bly took a small step back, away from the window, and retreated herself back into the cabin. The voices stirred quietly behind her. She did not recognize the voices, and truly didn't care whether she became familiarized with them, or their faces. Instead of facing them and attempting to make idle co...

Bly stayed quietly crouched between the two Americars. The alley lent to the sounds of the bustling streets, but Bly kept her ears concentrated on the sounds of nearby voices and footsteps. Looking briefly down at her arm, Bly noticed the cut she had sustained moments prior, when she scraped the cor...

The story of my life. Two young, muscular men with tight clothes and great stamina follow me home - and they're interested in my ass in all the wrong ways. She thought about her odds, should she come up against them. Two pretty strong guys, one pretty strong girl? She was fast, but so were they. Th...

It had been a sunny day, which is unusual in Autumn and rare in Seattle. Bly had spent it in Discovery Park, working off the unpleasant energy that had been building inside her all day. Chasing imaginary foes along the 3-mile track, she felt incredible, powerful. Some people feel good when they're u...

At some point, you've got to ask where you're going. It's not just men who can't ask for directions, it's women, too. At some point, you've just got to stop moving, and wonder what your destination is. I wonder if nomads always know where they're headed, or if sometimes, they just follow the moon an...