Post by Rashka Murdoch on Aug 24, 2012 0:27:14 GMT -5
She rolled out of bed at the sound of her phone ringing, bringing it to her ear with a groan "Rashka! Rashka! Come here, quickly! There has been a gunshot at the mall."
Rashka hurried and pulled on her slacks and a button up top, setting her glasses firmly on her nose before pulling on her black tennis shoes and running out the door. She loved her job of being a crime journalist, but the thing that sucked was the hours. At least some of the cops were cute, she thought with a laugh.
No time for coffee, she growled softly and took off running to the mall that was only a few blocks from her home. After all, a cab or actually getting her own car into the traffic jam would make her late for the action. No matter who her father was, it would probably cost her her job if she did not show.
Her hands were up near her head, pulling on a cap over her short, untidy red hair. It was an easy cut, made it possible to get out of the door on time if it was behaving. It was barely any time at all when she made it to the mall, frowning when no one was there. That was odd, not even cops were outside.
Her left hand dug through her bag for a taser, creeping into the mall with shaky hands, only to still see no one in a place that was normally packed on a Friday night.
All of a sudden, the metal doors slid over all the doors and windows of the mall, making Rashka's throat tighten with fear. Not even her cell phone was working. She had many enemies, but who was it... Who would lure her here and what in the world was going to happen.
Rashka hurried and pulled on her slacks and a button up top, setting her glasses firmly on her nose before pulling on her black tennis shoes and running out the door. She loved her job of being a crime journalist, but the thing that sucked was the hours. At least some of the cops were cute, she thought with a laugh.
No time for coffee, she growled softly and took off running to the mall that was only a few blocks from her home. After all, a cab or actually getting her own car into the traffic jam would make her late for the action. No matter who her father was, it would probably cost her her job if she did not show.
Her hands were up near her head, pulling on a cap over her short, untidy red hair. It was an easy cut, made it possible to get out of the door on time if it was behaving. It was barely any time at all when she made it to the mall, frowning when no one was there. That was odd, not even cops were outside.
Her left hand dug through her bag for a taser, creeping into the mall with shaky hands, only to still see no one in a place that was normally packed on a Friday night.
All of a sudden, the metal doors slid over all the doors and windows of the mall, making Rashka's throat tighten with fear. Not even her cell phone was working. She had many enemies, but who was it... Who would lure her here and what in the world was going to happen.