Lillian Lawrence
"No, please don't! I-I can give you money! That's what all people want! Money!"
"I'm sorry Sir, but I don't think there's any sort of compromise that we can make with this." The woman's polite undertones gave way to a hint of irritation as she tapped her turquoise metallic sheened nails against the mahogany coffee table that sat between the two, subtly ignoring the mans nervous laughter. They were all like this in the beginning, the panic always seemed to set as soon she stated her true purpose.
Lillian Lawrence considered it funny how people would let her into their homes with such ease, all it took was a few promises or false lies and she was in. Promises of money, fame or love seemed to be words that won the most. Today it was all of above. In this case she had posed as a rich heiress who's little convertible had just 'happened' to have had broken down outside of a small time crime lords home. Criminals were her usual targets, she couldn't stomach the innocent like some of the other Traumas could. Ironically enough it was usually other criminals who hired her for these jobs. Of course the man had been suspicious enough at first but batting her baby blues a few times had earned herself a place seated next to him in his living room. Her first order of business after the reveal had been to seat herself in the chair farthest away from him.
"B-but, I can't die! I'm too young! And how can someone like YOU choose when it's my time!" He said pointing at her accusingly.
Politely perched on her chair she smiled slightly as she reached into her black clutch purse, "like this." With a flick of her wrist she flung a throwing knife into the middle of his forehead. Getting up and collecting herself she frowned as she had to work at removing the knife, " I really have to find a spot where these things aren't so hard to remove…" She muttered as the knife came out with a squelching noise. Trailing out of the wound and into Lilly a long tendril of smoke settled into her as she collected the mans memories. "Looks like all of that is taken care of."
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"Bored?" Her voice asked as the rest of her materialized in front of Calcifer with a raised eyebrow, "How did your job go?" She said finding herself in an Armchair, adjusting her dress and Neckerchief as she sat down.