Lisa pulled the pins out of her hair and ran her fingers through it, destroying hours of the hairdresser's toil and coming up with a cute tousled look. "Better, sweetie?" She huffed and rolled her eyes. "The Fendi's are soooooooooo uncomfortable, and comfort is a priority when you're about to rob a bank." Giggling, she skipped in a circle and ended up in front of Raul. "I look fabulous, right? Just in case. You never know when they'll snap the pictures."

Her eyes narrowed, and she waited for him to open the car door, tapping her foot. "Dearest, we need to make sure that we can get away quickly. Remember, park in the alleyway between the bank and the art gallery. I'll be looking for you there." She pouted stylishly, and stepped into the car once the door was open. After a moment or two of driving, she murmured, "Raul, sweetie, wake me when we get to the bank. I was just agonizing over what to wear to my big debut all night, and I think I need a quick nap."

With that, her eyes closed, and the car ran on.

((Shall I play Raul as well?))

Lisa's eyes snapped open, and she noted Raul's hand in his jacket. "Oh give it up, you big silly. You won't have to do a thing." Stretching, yawning, Lisa squinched her eyes tight, fashionably smearing her eyeliner even further. "Hair?" she asked, and Raul produced a pick. After fluffing her hair, she said, "Compact?" A compact of MAC Studio Tech in NC15 was produced, and Lisa eyed herself critically. Squinching her eyes shut once more to get the proper distribution of smears in her smoky, mysterious, bank-robbing look, she glanced up at Raul. "All right. Am I ready?"

(and with that... bedtime. Tomorrow, angel!))

Lisa strolled casually up to the armored car, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her blazer pocket and placing one between her pouting lips, hunting for a lighter in the elegant little black bag she carried. If her walk past the window of the car and then back to tap on it was a little too studied, she didn't notice, and neither did the guard, who eyed her appreciatively and cracked the window open. "Can I help you, miss?" the guard asked, grinning.

She took the cigarette from between her lips. "Got a light?" she asked, throwing him a flirtatious glance.

"Yeah, I do," he said, digging in his pocket and rolling the window down the rest of the way. "Here." He flicked the lighter, cupping his hand over the flame to protect it.

Wrapping her lips around the filter, she leaned forward to touch the tip of the cigarette to the flame, but suddenly drew back. "Oh... I forgot. I do have one." She raised her hand, and suddenly the man's head was engulfed in carefully controlled flames. He didn't even have time to scream before his vocal cords were burned away, leaving her with a quick and relatively quiet kill that she didn't regret even a little, even though it was the first. She chased a flame over to the tip of her cigarette, and then extinguished all but that glowing ember.

The corpse shifted in its seat, its hollow, charred skull knocking against the truck door and dusting her sleeve with flakes of greasy ash. "Ewwww!" Lisa cried and shook her arm frantically, then realized that if the other guards' attention hadn't been drawn already, it was drawn now. Carefully, she collected a small ball of fire in her palm and walked toward the back of the truck.

((If that's too strong a power, I'll edit-- I haven't got the scale yet.))

Lisa stepped toward the guard, carefully keeping her hand cupped around the flame. She flashed a smile, sweet and a little shy, and brushed the hair from her eyes with her free hand. "That's awfully nice of you... I think I'm a bit lost." She stopped, a few paces away from the end of the truck. "I was supposed to go to the club with my friends. Do you know where the Fox is? I had the address somewhere, but I seem to have lost it."

The guard stepped forward, smiling a rather dashing smile, and Lisa suddenly had second thoughts about killing him. He was actually pretty good-looking... she felt her resolve weaken as he spoke. "The Fox is back that way..." His eyes widened, and Lisa realized he'd seen the charred head of the man she'd killed. "....Burt?"

Thinking quickly, Lisa turned to look and yelped a little when her eyes rested on the corpse. "Oh my god!" she cried, hoping her voice was screamy enough to sound like panic. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the living guard, and her racing mind suddenly stumbled over the perfect resolution. She flicked her fingers, and flame burst into life around the guard's head-- not touching him, but burning away his air supply and lightly scorching his face and hair. "Oh my GOD!" she cried again, hearing the other guard's footsteps pounding toward her. Flames licked up along her arm, destroying the Armani suit jacket, and despite the twinge in her heart as the jacket burned, she reassured herself that it had been last season's, and she'd gotten a lot of use out of it. It had to have been the second time she'd worn it.

Looking wildly at the other guard, she feigned shock too great to speak as her entire arm was engulfed in flames. The guard whose air supply she'd cut off toppled to the ground behind her, and she extinguished the flames. The third guard was older, and not terribly attractive. Lisa dropped the act and reached for him with her flaming brand of an arm, directing it forward and through his chest.

He died after a strangled yelp, and Lisa turned her attention back to the handsome, semiconscious guard moaning and panting on the ground. Carefully, she brought back the fire around his head, keeping it just far enough away from the skin and cool enough not to burn him badly, but again, close enough to cut off his air supply. He'd have a scar around his neck, but there was nothing for that. Once he'd lapsed into unconsciousness, Lisa glanced toward the back of the truck. She didn't want to have to rifle through the dead men's keys, but necessity made her search them. She didn't have to search long-- the keys were locked to a chain around the guards' waists, and melting through metal was child's play. Once she had the doors open, she knew that she'd better move fast, and so she pulled out her cell and dialed Raul, eyeing the boxes of paper money.

"Honey, I need you closer now. I've got a bunch to carry." Hanging up before he could answer, Lisa glanced at the dolly sitting beside one of the crates and grimaced, wiping her hands on her skirt as if she'd already touched it. Faster, faster her mind begged. If they got caught now, she'd have no choice but to turn this place into a hell on earth.

Besides, the skirt was new, and she'd hate to lose it.

Lisa scowled at the empty boxes. "Either we got here too late, or this is a setup. Either way, we're leaving. Now." She brushed past Raul and stepped toward the car. "There's probably a camera monitoring us right now. Cover your face. It'll already have caught mine." She opened the car door and slammed it after her, rolling down the window as Raul climbed into the driver's seat. The car slid smoothly into gear, and as Raul backed down the alley, Lisa pointed at the truck. It exploded, sending up shards of metal and a plume of fire and smoke.

"Damn," she snarled. "There went my Prada." The car turned and began to roll smoothly forward. "We might as well go to the club. I'll see if I can pick up another lead there."

((No worries.  Work kind ate me and I haven't been able to give the villains as much attention as I should.  Hopefully this will end soon.  Go on and NPC raul if you want and continue the story.))