Long copper curls slid from the loose pony tail and fell over sapphire eyes. With an impatient sigh they were shoved back by long fingers tipped in equally blue nail polish. The rebellious curls were quickly shoved back under the loose band and expected to stay there, though it was obvious they would be back again. The hand returned to its place on the camera and the eyes returned to the lens. Perched precariously on the top of the old church she quickly took a few more shots of the park in all its snow filled glory from her position. These shots were going to turn out beautifully, she just knew it. Blowing at the curls that returned to irritate her she used the zoom lens to ensure she had all the shots she wanted. Frowning when it revealed three men at the entrance to the part in suits, glancing down at her watch her frown increased. It was oh god thirty in the morning, who on earth besides her crazy self would be out here in this below zero weather? And the only reason she was out here was to get some shots before the snow was disturbed by the city and it's ever changing populace.
Biting her lip she considered just getting down from her perch and ignoring that she had ever seen anything. After all hadn't she already learned her lesson about curiosity and its many consequences? None of which ever ended up being good for her. Groaning she resumed her perch, knowing she would be driving herself nuts for the rest of the day if she didn't. Watching through the lens she snapped off a few shots of the guys with a slight laugh. I mean these guys were almost exact replicas of some mafia movie, she almost felt like she was watching a taping of the godfather!
Having just decided she was done playing super spy on the wanna be gangsters she started to put her camera down when a pretty little 45 was pulled. Her mouth dropped and her eyes widened as she automatically shot a couple more frames off. Was that a silencer? She'd only ever seen one in a movie, this was so not happening. A startled yelp and a gasp left her as the guy on the left lifted the 45 and blood sprayed the snow covered brick wall behind the man to his right, then the other man as well. She wasn't sure how long she sat there with her finger glued to the button and the camera informing her that she was snapping off frames that were no longer available. Snapping out of it she groaned and slapped herself in the forehead. Obviously she was suicidal in some former life, cause now not only was she a witness to a double homicide, she had pictures of it.
Carefully back tracking from her position she pulled the film from her camera and shoved it into the container then in her pocket. Call her old fashioned but she liked being in a dark room and making prints. Not that memory cards and digital editing wasn't fun too, but she just liked doing it the old fashioned way. Her movements were jerky as she shoved her camera in the case and the put away the lenses, a casual observer may think she was perfectly calm on the outside. On the inside she was pretty sure that she could start hyperventilating at any moment. "So much for a quite morning of shooting scenery." Grabbing her things she all but fled the roof top of the church, sliding a bit as she finally reached the ladder and climbed down. Not wanting things to seem out of the ordinary she quickly thanked the priest while she brushed snow from her black pea coat. Her moment of normalcy done, her beat up and worn out converse made barely a noise on the ice and snow covered pavement as she ran for all she was worth back to her dinky apartment.
"Pick up." Another ring came through the line. "Pick up!" Groaning as yet another ring filled her ears. "PICK UP!!" Normally she was a bit more patient, just a bit.
"I swear woman if I have to answer my phone and hear you screaming at me one more time I'm just gonna stop answering." A rich male voice fairly snarled in her ear. The man rubbed his face and then ran his hand through his tussled hair as he reached for his watch. "Why the hell are you calling me at seven in the morning?! You better be bleeding or dying, at this point preferably dying.
"Shut it Georgie. I went out this morning to take shots of the snow at sunrise, and I got a little more than I intended." Georgie groaned and the sound of him falling back on his pillow with a sigh was a predecessor to the lecture she usually got.
"Why? Why can you not go even a week without finding trouble? I swear you have it tattooed on you some damn where." Yawning he got up, knowing whatever trouble she had managed to find now was not going to be solved without some coffee. Well, coffee and possibly a shot of something strong and straight up. "I swear I almost wish I had let you take on that mugger by yourself. I don't think I've gotten to sleep in since I met you woman."
An impatient huff was his answer and it made him smirk. If the girl had any luck at all it was bad luck. Georgie wasn't sure what she had done to royally piss off Karma, but Karma seemed to take great pleasure in kicking the crap out of the petite girl. "Alright alright I got my coffee, now tell me what you managed to do Skie." Pulling the phone away from her ear her sapphire eyes narrowed at it in a death glare.
Shoving back the always rebellious curls she replaced the phone. "I witnessed a double homicide and I'm pretty sure I got some great shots of it. All Mafia style to." The sound of Georgie choking on his coffee had her smirking, after all that's what he gets for lecturing her. It's not like she purposely went out to find trouble all the time. "What the hell!?" Yanking the phone away from her ear she glared at it again. "Don't yell at me! It's not like I went out the door this morning saying 'Oh I think I'll just go perch on a church roof for two hours and watch as some weird mobster straight out of Godfather blows out two guys brains. Oh and let's not forget to get a few shots while I'm at it!" Huffing again she kicked her side table glared at it as it decided to repay her by the breaking and falling over on the floor.
A heavy sigh and Skie could just see the tall man leaning over his counter with his head in his hand and shaking. Longer dark hair falling over his fingers and his face half smushed in the palm of his hand. "Have you gone to the police yet?" Skie rolled her eyes, of course she hadn't gone to the police yet, did he think she wanted to paint a target on her back?! "I was thinking I could just send over the prints anonymously. I mean I kinda don't want the mafia trying to kill me, I'm pretty sure I have enough issues thank you." A knock on her door had her pausing and glancing at the clock on her microwave. Moving quietly over her beat up wood floors she glanced out the peep hole and blinked. Another knock had Georgie asking her what was going on. Ignoring his deep baritone she backed away from the door and glanced around her apartment.
Her building was an eyesore, and she was pretty sure it was one step away from being condemned. It was not the place that someone dressed in a three piece Armani suit would be swinging by to knock on a door. Ignoring Gerogie's insistent voice she hung up on him. Staying as quite as possible she quickly grabbed her camera and messenger bag from her card table and slipped them on. Still staying quite as the pounding became persistent, she made her way to her bedroom. Sliding the window open was easy since the stupid thing was broken and refused to lock anyways. Climbing onto the rusted and not so steady looking fire escape took a bit more pep talk than she had initially thought, especially when the thing groaned and shook as she put her weight on it. Most people would think she was over reacting, but most people didn't start their morning witnessing a murder.
Taking deep breaths and trying to reassure herself that the rusty iron beneath her fingers was not going to collapse, she managed to make it all the way to the dumpster that sat under the ladder before a head popped out of her window and looked down at her. Skie looked back at him and blinked once before she hopped off the dumpster and took off at a dead run. "Why is it always me!?"