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[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me

[attr="class","naen"]Frankly she had been a little bit curious on how the Left Hand spent his days, where he wandered off to and how he sometimes only came around when summoned. But maybe that was just Ruby spending less time at the warehouse and not catching sight of everyone daily. Maybe Ryan was right? Did her move sort of affect her relationships with every other Enigma member? True, she didnt spend as much time chatting around and stalking everyone's mistakes and whatever troubled them, much less she didnt get to see how everyone really was (because a happy face could hide so much..) and it sort of pained her, not knowing what your family is up to. But tonight she had the chance to catch up on things with Johnny, and maybe get to know him more. She had no idea for how long he had been here, in all honesty, but for her it has been 7 years now of being Enigma, after she went away from the Israeli mafia.(which supplied Enigma with weapons and ammo)

@johnny conquered a first glass, nudging it away like it was simple water that just slipped down his neck. Ruby on the other hand, had some experience with strong drinks..but only like two or three glasses per night. She was not a regular, not a heavy drinker (which was good, an addiction would be shit for her PTSD pills) so she could call herself a newbie next to Ryan and Johnny alike. They ruled the alcohol.

She let out a small amused huff, the man's comment making her have now a friendly smile on her lips. "Sure, why not. Is it bad that I never really come around Neo to drink and such? I dont want to be some sort of disgrace next to the pro drinkers." Ruby added with a exhaling chuckle, not needing to raise her voice over the music now not so loud. Her tone was always calm, good if she wanted to keep people from being tensed or feeling attacked, and with her voice, there couldnt be much hostility unless her words were followed by a growl or a threat.

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[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me

[attr="class","naen"]What the fuck was the chick saying? Was that some sort of swearing? Insulting without letting them know? And why the hell do people say the same thing in both languages? Wait, was she trying to keep her dignity under Ruby's handshake? Woah there tiger. --The blonde's thoughts snapped.

Aww, this Natalie probably thought that if she tried to put Ruby back in her place, that would settle things. Well, spoilers, it didnt. Ruby took her hand off of Jacob's shoulder, and placed it softly on top of Natalie's hand, same purpose-- showing dominance. And her smile would be for a momnt one of a porcelain doll, only there for show, while the eye contact with the woman lasted, as well as the handshake. Ruby'd let this small mistake slip, if only she played nice later on. Not probable."I'm great, thanks, you?" At least her words were coated in a friendly cheerfulness, hoping to match the two's own. The comment about the blouse flew past the blonde, not caring much for outfit plesantries. "I like your mask though." That was semi-honest. She liked the concept of a mask, the mask itself, but just because it was Natalie's -- someone who turned out to have met multiple times with Jacob before -- just made Ruby slightly dislike that one mask.

Slow down a bit, stalking? This was so messed up. Stalkers were literally the only thing Ruby hadnt heard of, nor experienced, in Chicago so far. Someone had to ruin that for Jacob apparently. "Such coincidences, are you sure no one is stalking anyone?" The blonde added that with a smile and a chuckle, looking at Jacob for a second, before inspecting any reaction on the exposed face of the brunette. Oh damn how she loved to read in their soul.
Rule #39: There is no such thing as coincidence.
Rule #16: If someone thinks they have the upper-hand...break it.
Rule #35: Always watch the watchers.

Ruby's mind got swamped with thoughts, plotting ahead (a bit against, too) on what the actual deal was with this girl and her thing for copying Jacob: wearing masks, frequenting the same locations as him, seeming a bit too excited to see him..even though Red understood that they had already seen each other a few times. Pierce got his mask, a very familiar and nostalgia - inducing owl mask. Blackwood gave him her attention, offering a fond smile. "Aww, that mask brings so many memories. You're going to make this date sappy!" With another chuckle, Ruby gently nudged the man's shoulder, meaning it all playfully; but that hopefully also told Natalie to calm her tit-- excitement. No one's winning the lottery here.

Who the hell is Ted though?

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[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me

[attr="class","naen"]Did people usually wake up thinking "man, this is such a nice day for stealing"? Probably not, they all had normal and serious business to attend to, and it seemed like only youngsters would attempt to dream of just turning into a criminal and living off like some assassin from the video games -- though that was far from the truth. You couldt just survive like that. You needed a technique, if not more; knowledge about other people's techniques, and bluntness. If you hesitated, you'd be better off dead. But what was most important, was reading the obvious signs. Body language was something every creature had been blessed with, but for some people, it was more of a curse.

Ruby loved the training she grew up practicing, all the physical work, then the lessons for controlling emotions, making one believe even the most outrageous lie, and not lastly, winning territory with the smallest of gestures. Reading those, like analysing someone's entire life in one action, was the most fun.

With her eyes on her next target, and a smug smile on her face, hands in her pockets, the blonde kept her calm walk until she'd be closer to the brunette. She occasionally threw glances to the sides, random people passing by or resting on the benches not too far away. While getting closer, she'd been thinking about her approach-- a man would bump into another to seem clumsy, the technique proved to work for woman to man too, even though the seducing one was more efficient; but right now, a woman to woman pick would be more challenging. A thing Red noticed, was how the female frame carried a mask to conceal her facial features - familiar really. Being extremely attentive turned out to be a virtue in Chicago, the land of crime.

A small, almost unnoticeable gesture could mean so much. Did this girl have something valuable in her pocket? Was she pointing it out without being aware? Or maybe she was making sure whatever it contained was still inside. Nevertheless, the pocket was almost flat -- too glued to the leg for anything like a wallet or phone to be hidding there. Whatever she had there must be slim, like change or a credit card. Though Ruby felt iffy about the second one. She was not up to deal with cracking a card right now.

Upon being one foot away from bumping into the woman, Red lowered her gaze, pretending to be searching for something in her own jacket -- a phone most likely, while she'd attempt to bump into the masked brunette, and would wrap an arm around her frame to keep them both from stumbling backwards. "Shit" Sounding guilty enough, Ruby's free hand went to the woman's side of jacket, oddly enough not feeling anything like an object in a hidden pocket or stuff. And how the front pockets looked fairly epty, Ruby's hand around the brunette's waist slipped a bit, the tips of her leather-gloved hand sneaking into the back pocket of Natalie's jeans. Most likely a blade wouldnt bother her through the leather, but it would be obvious that her fingers couldnt reach anything whwn they'd be blocked from searching. "Jesus, I'm so sorry, I wasnt looking where I was going.." Quickly she began apologising to distract the woman, the hand on the jacket retreating, giving the impression that indeed Ruby just tried to prevent them both from falling.

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[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me

[attr="class","naen"]Most of the times, in a nice afternoon like this, people either go for a walk in the park, shopping, or simply hang out with their friends. The weather was nice, though there were some clouds on the sky, here and there. Hopefully it wont rain soon. A number of people were either walking downtown or stopping at the caffe that was near. But did they know that they were being watched? Of course not. And it was not some usual observation, an old lady staring at the world around, or some pet waiting for its owner. The watcher was a woman, that was carefully analysing the persons around. She wasnt going to murder someone again, but test her thief skills. It was a peaceful day, perfect for a 'grab and run', hopefully.

She spotted a man, that walked in her direction, his destination wasnt important to Ruby. The agent looked away, acting like she was not paying attention to the road, bumping into the man, snatching his wallet from his pocket, and hidding it into her own without him noticing, before looking at the guy. "Oh my god, my bad." she spoke while keeping eye contact, chuckling once, not quite paying attention to his own excuses and all, keeping that innocent facade, before the man continued his walk and Ruby did too.

There was not a trace on her expression to show that she succeeded in her act, or anything, because she was a pro and that would give her away. Instead, she brushed her hand over her pocket, placing her blouse over it, looking like she was adjusting her outfit, to the unsuspecting civilians. She didnt actually need the money right now, but it kept her occupied, walking around and causing somewhat of a trouble. Mind and reflex stimulating.

And now, onto the next target. This one seemed pretty too, Red would really hate to steal her lunch money like some bully, but did she actually feel bad? Not likely. The brunette looked somewhere in her mid twenties, a bit athletic too if the blonde was to comment; most likely she could chase her down. Extra carefulness needed. But she'd use the same technique, and see how that goes.

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[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me

[attr="class","naen"]Dammit, could he just stop draggging the girl around like she was some sort of pet? It itched Ruby a lot, for she had this issue with seeing animals or underage children getting dealt with so roughly, like they were on the same level of power and thinking like their attacker. She squinted at the man, tilting her head to the side and waiting for him to finish his idiotic talking. But geez, Wonder Woman? "Yeah, only on special occasions, or before I slice someone open." If she could, she'd growl.

"Let go of her. She did nothing wrong." Ruby had no idea what the young lady did to get cornered by these miserable men, but whatever it was, it couldnt be that bad. Hot headed pricks often exaggerated, there was no way she could have harmed them in some way.

In the light of the secluded area, Blackwood didnt recognise the girl at first, and frankly she was more focused on this stubborn piece of shit in front of her. But eventually, she'd realise it was the same girl she met in some jewellery store a while ago. Would the young woman remember Blackwood? Who knows, but given that they kept meeting like this, there must be something the girl was doing that got her in so much trouble. A reason. A set target. Maybe a person? God, it better not be the Bianchi..

[attr="class","mswtas"]

[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me

[attr="class","naen"]The two would soon forget about the worry and tiredness, maybe pain too. But at least Ruby made sure they will escape hunger. On her side though, she didnt feel like she could place anything in her mouth just yet; the minor plea for breakfast was there, but seeing Max all patched up, remembering how last night she washed away all that blood from her hands -- it all killed her appetite still. Maybe later on she'd drink something, anything, cold as ice, water worked fine.

Ruby smiled in response, at the well attributed nickname, not actually feeling offended anymore by any of the callings Max or Jacob would come up with. She did, at first, but it rarely annoyed her after the tiger dinner. Madden's voice trembled, with a raspy tone for a second, before it much sounded like he had a lot of trouble letting go of his words just yet. That didnt bother anyone, he was better than the night before, and that was all that mattered. Ruby gave the two a hesitant smile, deep down fearing that this wasnt the end of what Jack White might do. Red put her hand on top of the ones of Jacob and Max's linked ones, in a sign of solidarity, and squeezed their palms gently before letting go again. "It's all good." For now, while Max and Jacob were not targeted by Jack anymore.

Jacob soon started eating his little breakfast, while the French became more and more aware of his surroundings, as well as the possibilities of what might have happened. But thank god his tired mind was easy to give up on the subtle interrogating. Seeing Pierce eat must surely increate Madden's appetite too, but was he allowed to eat stuff right now? Didnt he get fed by the injected substances in the IV? Ruby wasnt sure, but she would have no second thoughts to stay at the man's side and slowly feed him small pieces of the cripoissant, one by one, if needed. It was strange of herself, to think she'd do that not from pity, not by obligation. It felt almost natural that she'd search to help Jacob and Max as much as she could, and that never happened before with any other persons. Of course, she'd take care alike of Ryan and maybe a few other Enigma members, but she strangely couldnt bring herself to being so gentle around other people.

Pierce seemed to agree on her vague comment, as he added his own even more vague story and only earned a humorous statement from Max. Hard to kill, yes, and Blackwood wanted to add That's because we make sure you are, but kept her mouth shut to avoid worrying the cop further. The blonde watched as Jacob appeared to have more confidence in his strength than Max at the moment, and it could only mean that the cop was still too weak. Too weak to be on his own, to take care of himself. Ruby's hands instinctively went to the bag containing the remained freshly baked croissant from the nightstand, and grabbed one of the provided napkins, setting it gently on Max's collarbones to under his chin. Such a light material wouldnt hurt him, nor would it interact with his bandages. She looked at Jacob as he ate away, and gave him a small smile just as Max's thanks came. Ruby wanted to reply with "our pleasure", but given the amount of people the two killed, it wouldnt be taken lightly, she could bet? So she'd let Jacob say something first, while she moved the bag with the pastry onto the edge of the bed, close to her reach. She carefully ripped a tiny part of the croissant, and raised it towards Max's mouth, intending to help him fill his stomach if he'd let her. This all felt so domestic out of sudden, it deep down confused the woman a lot. "How's the food?" To keep the silence at bay, Red questioned the mercenary, and would wait for an answer from Max too, after he didnt have a full mouth anymore.

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