Bandit set her things on the dirty motel floor as she pulled her long brown hair from a ponytail and sighed. She needed to start looking for the low-life criminals that would get her deeper into the crime World of Korea, but that was going to have to wait until after she went to bed.
Bandit had come all the way here from Chicago in hopes of becoming a big influence in Korea's Crime system. Such an odd life goal for a 19 year old girl right? Well it wasn't out of nowhere. She has experience, too. Her father is one of the most well-known crime organizers of America by the name of 'Butcher' for not so pretty reasons. His reputation and work comes with a price a lot of times, and sadly one of those prices was the life of Bandits mother. Bandit was ten years old when she watched her mother get murdered by an opposing gang. They'd tried to kill Bandit as well but she got away after receiving a pretty decent sized scar on her left ribcage.
After that, she became more involved in and interested in criminal activities. With her father basically shutting her out she mainly kept to the streets stealing and pickpocketing, earning her the name "Bandit". (She never liked the name Hailey anyways). Since she was old enough to be arrested, she has been. In and out all the time for a number of things- theft, aiding a criminal, possession, intent to sell, aiding a criminal, assault battery, and the big one was from when she stole a car. Her father got tired of bailing her out even though they barely spoke and he now wants her completely out of his life. They got into an argument and she told him she could make it just as far as he has in the Crime world.
"You'll never make it. You're stupid and careless. Nothing but a child. Women don't get very far regardless." He had said laughing.
That being said, Bandit immediately packed her very few belongings and set out. At the airport, she had been quick and precise on stealing some lady's ticket. Security was crap so it was as easy as ever. She had never been one for school, but she self-taught a lot of things- one of them being the Korean language. So she had no problem communicating with others once she arrived. She pick-pocketed and stole plenty of wallets on the way out of the airport so she'd gathered up enough money to eat and get a room somewhere for a few days. She ended up finding a very shady looking motel a little out of the way of the main city, which was exactly what she needed. So now, here she is.
She had brushed her teeth and changed into some big sweatpants. She checked her phone for the first time since arriving and saw she didn't have any service. She sighed aggravated, hoping it was just something in the motel blocking the signal. She walked outside into the cold night air and took a few steps forward, watching the service click back on. She sighed relived as a few texts from her friends back in Chicago came through.
She turned her head when she heard a door open-her neighbor's door. He was pretty good looking and tall with blonde hair. He looked as if he was shoving something guiltily into his pocket. They made eye contact and he didn't make any kind of gesture towards her. She watched as another man rounded the corner of the stairs and met him at the door. It was a bit awkward walking past the two as they were clearly up to no good and looked at her walk into her room as if she was about to call the police or something.
As she closed the door she heard a few more words being exchanged and the footsteps of the other man leaving. If that was just some kind of deal then he would probably know some pretty low people. Bt how was she going to ask that?
"Hey, I saw you making a deal. I'm trying to get to know some pretty horrible people, mind getting me some info?" She laughed lightly to herself- 'I think not'. She was about to finally settle down when she heard a light knock at her door. She paused before continuing to the door, worried it was him. As she glanced through the peephole her heart sped up a little as she put up her guard, ready to react if he tried to attack her for witnessing a deal.
She only opened the door halfway. "Yea?" She said with what she thought was an intimidating voice. Though nothing as intimidating about her being a whole two feet shorter than he was...
"You're a new face around here" He said with a deep voice as he studied her.
She raised her eyebrows. "Aren't people who come to motels usually all new faces?"
He half smiled, showing off a dimple. "Not necessarily" Which brought more suspicion from himself.
"My name is Rap Monster- Rap Mon for short" He introduced, putting out his hand for her to shake. Nobody in the crime world uses their real names, so that definitely settles it.
"I'm Bandit." She said, reaching out and shaking his hand.
"Listen, Bandit." He said, maintaining the small smile. "You seem like a smart girl. You knew what were doing. I just wanted to let you know that it happens pretty frequently. And I just came to make sure you weren't going to tall anybody about it. Kinda got a business to run, ya know?" Bandit was taken aback by his demeanor. Sure there was a threat in there but this guy was being genuinely nice about asking her. She wasn't used to such politeness.
"Yeah man, I get it. You don't have to worry about me." She said, wanting to ask questions but biting them back.
"Okay. cool. Well that's all I needed to ask." He said as he scratched at his ruffled hair. "In that case good night, hope you enjoy your stay" He had already begun walking away.
"Uh, yeah. Night." She said quietly as she closed her door slowly.
She stood at the door a moment longer before she got into her bed. She was definitely going to have to talk to him again.