Ramblings from Apalapachia...

MadSwan, thief in an agoraphobics mansion.

As a rule, Emma tried to remain unimpressed by the marks properties and possessions, something about this place was different though. One person lived here and he never left, she was good enough to risk getting caught since her sources led her to believe that the man was older and not in the sanity wheelhouse. So when Jefferson found her holding a priceless painting he himself had stolen, they both knew that a conversation was to be had.

Mad Swan, 1920s

Fast cars, loud music, and a paper trail was all it took. Emma Swan, a hard luck ward of the state and former gun moll turned independent contractor had found him. The Chicagoland mob scene wasn’t pretty, but Emma was a professional and there was a nasty rumor that spread from Boston that she was a good shot with a right hook that’d contend with any man’s; Jefferson getting her into Gold’s speakeasy was the fun part but the surprising part was when she decided to stay. 

Cat nods eagerly, happy to be back on track, even though a rather large part of her screams for more information about this so-called past that she supposedly had with this dashing, daring, dark pirate. He reads her like a book, tongue curling behind his teeth. He leans over her, breath hot at her ear, untying her slowly, whispering, “I’ll tell you all about our realm-jumping escapades later, lovely, when you’re ready to hear.” Cat swallows. She doesn’t think she’ll EVER be ready.

*screams* yahoo update, i can’t wait for more