stuff us in boxes that's where you want us

cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns

Why was this a good idea again? She questioned internally, going to one of the places she avoided like the plague? Had she finally cracked up? It was questionable. The night clear and yet the harbour still had that same familiar cloying mingling scents. The hollow sound of clanging, faded music and the far clearer chatter of rowdy Weres that gathered for a glimpse of those notorious fights. She leaned against her car, eyeing the new ship that was nestled like a pearl within a beat-up oyster. Darcy's words played within her head, over and over. It didn't add up. Tobias didn't add up. Tobias, the only cat that had managed the impossible. The one being that had been refused by not only Ruben but Risque herself while living to tell the tale.

Showing up at the Ark's shiny new door step was perhaps the easiest part of her plan... Finding Tobias and gathering the information she sought, well that was another matter. Should she really have put that much into the words of the high vampire cowboy? There was only one way to find out. She swung her keys upon her index finger before snatching them within her hand mid swing before she shoved them into the pocket of her favoured leather jacket with resolve. The jacket kept the cool, cutting wind from her skin.

Silver linings these days were getting hard to find, so it was time to manufacture her own. Harley was not a being to roll over and give up, refusing to let any rock left unturned. The plan itself was simple and straight forward, or so she thought. Find Tobias and find out exactly what he had done to make him accomplish the near impossible. The rest would come later. She pushed off her classic Shelby that she had been leaning against before she strode toward the looming ship. She was doing this.

Yet why was it so difficult just to walk through those doors? It was as simple as walking through and yet she found herself stalling.. She didn't even hesitate quite like this as she entered through Syn's doors. Hm. It wouldn't hurt to maybe just look around a little first. A little recon never hurt anyone.

It was unsurprising that the woman didn't need directions to wind up exactly where she shouldn't. Call it a natural talent. One that she used to her advantage as she saw her opening, slipping into a group of people that she blended in with to shuffle up the boarding ramp. It was almost too easy take a turn when she should have followed the group. She ended up finding her way to the deck, unseen. She did it. She didn't bother to conceal that smug grin as she entered what was probably restricted access to most. Her violet gaze shifted from side to side, taking it all in. She could get away with murder up here. She moved freely, moving toward the pool. Hm, the ship looked nice, nicer than she though it would be. It was a hell of a step up from cargo ship and yet the nature of it was still very much the same. New ship.. same game. Although looking at it with fresh eyes.... She was certain that this was more like a resort than a place for the covert and shady dealings it was known for.

Alright. So maybe she was a snooping. Just a little. There wasn't any harm in it and if no one actually saw her, she wasn't technically there. Schrodinger's cat and all that. If only she could be so equally persuasive to Tobias as she was with bullshitting herself in that moment. She kept that Mona Lisa smirk as she moved on quiet feet.

Harley wandered to the pool's ledge, looking down to see that glass bottom that showed off a glimpse of Tetradore's supercars. Damn, that must have cost a fortune. She all but lingered just a moment longer before she continued upon her own, makeshift private tour. Shaking her head softly, the raven-haired woman then meandered toward the banister to look out across the harbour. It looked pretty at night with the twinkling lights and inky black appearing water she swore she could almost hear the sound of muffled voices below her. Leaning against the banister just a little more, she strained to make out those words only for them to fade. That was when the woman was alerted to a slight disturbance behind her. Her head snapped to look around for any sign of another being and found none. Yet she could not seem shake that sneaking feeling like she wasn't alone. It was almost like she was being watched, if the cold prickle on the back of her neck was anything to go by. She scolded her brain. Now wasn't exactly the best time for it to malfunction and have her spooking at her own damn shadow.

It was only at that moment that she truly wondered of the danger of being caught. Would someone attempt to drag her to the were-king? Surely, he didn't care if she poked around a little. He had far more important things to concern himself with someone who had simply... lost their way. Yes, that's the story she was going to go with. Yet, the mere thought of the mopy haired man caused her eyes to narrow, deciding it would be best to not find out. She slid off from that banister to eye the closest wall, even though she hated the thought of hiding it was good possibility. Not that there was anywhere to hide, not on those luxurious modern builds it seems. Most of those walls were lined by glass which ruled out hiding. Not like that was her style anyways. Could this place have any more windows? Apparently the ultra-rich had no need for privacy. At the very least it meant it would be easier to spot a looming shadow if there was one.

Better to face a threat she could see than an invisible one. Resolve formed in her chest as she scanned her surroundings once more as she took a step toward the back of the ship. Hm. "Ohh Marco?" She called out. Not sure if she was actually going to get a response.

Sometimes in life, you just needed to chance it and call out Marco into the dark, with the curious wonder if someone would reply with Polo. Worst case scenario someone just thought she was looking for Marco. A win-win in her books. After all, sometimes the best made impromptu plans were forged in the ridiculous.

Harley Westward