GATRIX "THE SHARK" CAVELIER | D6 [fin]
Aug 12, 2014 0:00:34 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Aug 12, 2014 0:00:34 GMT -5
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gatrix cavelier
"the shark"
district six
eighteen
female
odair
gatrix cavelier
"the shark"
district six
eighteen
female
odair
She always dons her blood red lipstick before leaving the house - it's her trademark. Today she drapes a pure white trenchcoat over her streamlined black and white dress. There's no need for her to get dirty today, after all. She glances at herself in the mirror for a few more seconds, making sure that the mascara painted over amber eyes are as sharp as knives and that her foundation covers up every inch of her acne-scarred skin. She smacks her lips once, then exits her home with a slam. Her older sister doesn't ask where she's going - nor does she really want to know - ever since Gatrix began coming back with more money than her sister had made in months, the questions had trickled down to soft "be safes" and "call me if you need anything."
She never calls her of course - her sister needs Gatrix's help more than Gatrix needs hers. With a yawn, she struts down the street, high heels elevating Gatrix from her normal 5'6" stature. She's not bulky but she's toned, and she's had a lot of practice in those heels - her balance is a+.
Laughter increases as she gets closer to her destination: ANDROMEDA 31, the premier restaurant in District 6 that sprung up just a few years ago. Restaurants, uncommon in District 6, are now a rare treat, and this particular one is home to some of the best genetically modified steaks around. The waiter quickly directs her to the back room, stating that her regular is already being prepared, to which he receives a fist grabbing his shirt and his eyes staring inches away from hers.
"Please, dear, could you direct me to the kitchen? I'd like to see it myself. From scratch." She smiles, her fingernail leaving a red mark on the boy's cheek.
They remake it in front her eyes, the chef shaking like a leaf.
She takes a seat in the back room, the first one there (like always, although lovely Mercius arrives one minute after she's sat down) and she's polishing off her hibiscus apple iced tea(they've managed to secure a small supply of goods from 11, she's been very pleased with the results) by the time Kimbery and Karella stumble in. She smiles, not showing her teeth.
"Good to see you two have shown up."
The Shark doesn't give them much time to order their food, as there's a job to be done (and there's no way in hell that she's doing it - she's got better things to do with her time).
"This cook's going to spill. The Bitch's told me so - he went to the Peacekeepers a week ago, as pale as a china plate. I spoke to him once before, actually." She clears her throat and takes another sip of her tea, opening a manilla envelope to reveal the traitor's picture.
"I want him gone, and fast. There can't be any evidence that they can go on, no MOs which means that you're out, Mr. Mantis; you too, my Fox. Taser will be doing this one. I trust that you'll be able to get home in one piece?"
She doesn't wait for an answer before moving on. She doesn't need an answer - her word is law.
- - -
A few weeks later, eyes boring into another file while drops of an iced latte, she deems the next victim so stupid that the only thing she deserves is death at the hands of the Shark herself. She sends Arrow a message (with disdain - why should she have to tell anyone what she's doing?) and whispers into Fox's ear before she leaves.
Her mother taught her that research was always needed before an experiment. She probably didn't have this sort of "experiment" in mind when she told Gatrix this, but she's already dead so it doesn't matter. Killed by the very disease she was fighting to cure. All meaningless work, especially when the serum was finally given to her father only for him to die from jumping in front of a train. What a pity.
After months of letting others do the work though, Gatrix makes sure that she goes all out - she can't be the best without making sure she's perfect, after all. She gets her info on the squealer's habits, the corners where she sells Owl's dope and skims off the top of the profits, the orphanage where she lives, the bars she frequents. It's on one night, a good two weeks after Gatrix's marked her as a target, that she heads to the local bar, a handful of everyday objects in her purse. A switchblade, some duct tape, a potato peeler.
A few hours later, she's dragged the inebriated girl into an abandoned chemical factory, taping her body to the nearest pillar. When she finally sobers up, vomiting on her clothes, does Gatrix speak up, taping the girl's mouth shut.
"The fact that I have to kill you, darling, means that you've fucked up so royally that you deserve every bit of this."
She whips out the potato peeler and switchblade, nothing but malice in her eyes and a smirk painted on her face. The pool of blood that drips onto the worn tile slowly trickles down into the drain, and the screams that echo through the room are only heard by one.
When Gatrix gets home that night her sister doesn't ask why there's a smell of iron permeating through the hallway. After closing the door to her room, Gatrix finally sighs, removing her trench-coat and throwing it into the fireplace, watching as the rust-stained clothes go up in smoke.
She checks herself out in the mirror, wiping a spot of red from her foundation-laden cheek.
"Bitch ruined my makeup."
