- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- Midday through very early morning
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy Epic, Cyberpunk, (Para)Military, Zombie Survival, Dystopic
Gracia complied handily and stepped into the car. As they entered the warehouse and got to the door, she again complied, this time with a shrug. Reasonable request. "Well, if you find you don't like my reasons, you can just shoot me. That guy that died in Neutra in front of the boxing club? I was doing a job for him. I'm not gonna get paid. I'm over it, because I did get to pester the company I was hacking, but I'd still like a few answers. I saw you at the seen, you looked like a professional. Hell, you've shown me that much. I wouldn't start beef with you if you killed my boyfriend - by the way, I'm single right now, if you're wondering. My last boyfriend hit me, I shot him in the face. You look like a guy I wouldn't want to piss off, so I figure, you need a hacking job done? I could help you on one of your own jobs if I get a cut. I'm just looking for work, I need to make a living." She looked around to take in her surroundings. Really good hideout.