A Delicate Scent of Eau De Perro Mojado

(Movie is on will respond when I get back but curse the cliffhanger)

Morgan snaps a finger trying her best to make things as frantic as she can, "That's why you can't smell them, all this perfume is diluting your sense of smell, think about it..." She looks over her shoulder at the door to the back. "We should go out the back through the alleyway, we might not have much time..." Her eyes jolt over to the front of the store again, "Shit I was almost spotted, I think one of them has a weapon." (wb ;p)

Without even speaking, Morgan grabs Marisol by the hand and too fast for the store clerk to protest, she bursts through the back door into the stock area and then again out a caged door into an alley-way filled with trash and dead rats. She bounces back and forth before she finally decides on going left, but then stops, "Alright, if we head down this way toward the street, we can take a right." She pretends to ponder, then looks over her shoulder to give the impression that she's watch their backs. "I don't know how many of them there are, so we gotta move fast..."

In order to distract the woman and her annoyingly good sense of smell, she shouts, "OH SHIT!" and bobs her head down pulling Marisol faster and around the corner. Some of the people walking down the sidewalks stare in confusing, some of them look worried themselves and others continue on their way in complacent apathy. The building they're running toward though..."It's just up ahead, we're almost there!" ...Is Morgan's apartment.

Morgan realizes that Marisol isn't exactly taking the bait so easily, at least not as easily as the last one. She rationalizes for a split second or two as to what she needs to do in order to solidify the deal, ignoring the woman's words, she says, "Look at me, look at me..." Giving her best panicked voice that she can muster, "Don't look back, they're blending in with the civilians..." Hoping that Marisol doesn't notice Morgan sliding a knife out of her side jean pocket, she flicks it toward a car that's passing by and it tears directly through the rubber producing a very loud pop...

(rolling for mind control/distraction attempt, although, remember, even if i roll well it's still entirely up to you what happens)

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(it's okay, don't worry about it :3)

Seeing that Marisol hasn't started making a high-tail dash away from Morgan, she takes her by the arm delicately and leads her the rest of the way to her own apartment complex, talking back over her shoulder, "I'm pretty sure that was a gunshot!" Civilians in the blurred distance behind are looking around still pretty confused, especially at the car that is now dead-stopped in the middle of the road and its driver looking up at the two running women as though he might know what just happened. Regardless, they finally arrive at the door to the shabby looking building. Morgan pulls a card out of her back pocket and swipes it multiple times struggling with the unlocking mechanism. "Fucking stupid thing..." She mumbles.

(oh yeah, it gave me a straight 20 >.> might have to go test it again to see if that's a constant thing now or what lol)

The door swings up and she shuffles herself and Marisol all the way up to the 3rd floor, apartment #303. "My home." She says, "It's safe here. Nobody will find us." She says, as she switches open each individual latch and after a good 30 seconds or so, the door pops open. The first thing you could probably smell is a strong waft of cigarettes and whatever the hell old blood is like. She doesn't really know how her neighbors aren't complaining about it at this point, but then it wouldn't really matter anyway.

She steps inside...

(hehe, makes things interesting tho ;p)