Ziqian was having a typical day. A typical boring day. She didn't open the club until 6 and there were quite a few hours until then, but she was at a total loss of what to do. She had gone to the spa yesterday and she made it a habit to not do things the same twice in a row. Patting down her checkered skirt, she made sure the fluffy collar of her blouse didn't cover the jeweled choker necklace. Despite everything, she was rather vain about her appearance, sometimes bordering on OCD, but even her clothes couldn't detract how utterly boring it felt today. "There's nothing to do!" Flinging herself dramatically onto the sofa, she picked the remote, but just as quickly tossed it back onto the coffee table. "Can't even bring myself to watch any TV." Her mind felt numb. Her entire loft was shadowed, paranoia ruling the day. At least this way she would know if any kind of Watcher of Sniff entered her shadows.
Sighing heavily, she could practically feel her spirit escaping her in that breath. Raising her arm, she flexed it a bit. "I'm starting to lose a bit of my muscle. I should probably start working out again, don't want to get fat, after all." Hopping to her feet, she hurried through the corridor into what she called, the 'training room'. She was a bit of a hoarder, collecting all kinds of things from all over the world. After all, she had the money now. With her third chain nightclub opening up, she would soon be one of the most sought-after women. But back to the training room.
One of Ziqian's many collections was one of weapons, and what kind of collector would she be if she didn't even know how to use such weapons. Antique, but still functional, daggers lined the inside of her corset and high up her thigh beneath the skirt. Pulling a bronze halberd from the weapon's rack, she gave it a few experimental swings, eventually falling into its rhythm of attack. It was at that moment that she could sense something moving in her range. Slowing to a stop, she paused, but couldn't find the exact location. Either way, something was trying to get in, and from what she could get out of it, it was another psychic, either a Sniff or a Watcher.
Keeping a steady grip on the shaft of the halberd, she kept a steady eye on the door, unfazed when it popped right off the hinges, an invisible force slamming it all the way into the opposite wall. A Mover, too?
Ziqian huffed, "You know, it's considered rude to come in without knocking." Two men dressed in black suits stepped through the now doorless entryway, and she got her first good look at them. The one on the right was the one she could sense, which made the other guy the Mover. "From what I could see before she blocked me, move some stuff in front of the window or she'll try to escape."
"The future is never absolute." Dashing at the two, she swung the halberd right between them, causing them to separate. Just as she landed, she felt a force collide against her side, spinning her through the air and hitting the ground solidly. "You're gonna be a bastard about this, aren't you?" Unevenly matched against these two she could only run, and she had the perfect opportunity. Launching through the doorway, she skidded down the hallway and out the door, continuously shadowing her pathway to keep that damned Watcher from foreseeing her steps. However, she couldn't stay too far from them or they would get out of her range, so she needed to just keep a little bit of distance. Besides, that was sure to piss them off if the Watcher still couldn't 'see' and yet they couldn't find her.
Chuckling into her hand, she slid into the emergency stairwell, waiting behind the door in case they came through this way. She could hear their voices muffled through the steel door. "Damnit! I told you we should've just brought someone else! What use is there in bringing a bloody Watcher against a Shader?"
"Don't blame me, how was I supposed to know she'd do something so reckless. She's as bad as the last guy, but at least he didn't get away."
"She hasn't escaped yet, you're still blocked, so she's got to be around here somewhere."
The voices began to fade, and she breathed a soft sigh of relief. Her apartment wasn't safe anymore, but there was no specific place she could go to wait it out. Risking the run down to the floor level, sweat sheening on her brow, she quickly stepped out into the light, the sun beginning its descent. Glad that she at least had her cellphone on her, she quickly sent a message to her VP, notifying him of her absence for the next couple of days.
Merging into the crowds, she tried to seem as inconspicuous as possible with her kind of clothing on. It went like this for the next couple of hours, keeping her shading only around a 5 foot diameter. If she made it too wide, they'd know what area she was in, and if they got within sight, well... she wasn't too hard to spot. Finally, it was dark and the crowds in this specific area were beginning to thin out. She needed to sleep, but sleep would leave her vulnerable. Then again if they found her and she'd had no chance to catch come winks, she wouldn't be able to fend for herself anyway. Ducking into a nondescript alleyway, she scrunched her nose at the thought, but she really had no choice. At least this way, even if the Watcher saw her, they'd have to do a bit of searching before they found out her exact location.
Flopping onto a couple of tightly bound trash bags, she shuddered at the sound of something squeaking in the darkness, fading into a fitful and dream-filled sleep.
Somewhere along the line, her dreams became blissfully blank, something dreams often were not. She became keenly aware of the fact that she was being moved. Lifting her eyelid just enough to peek at her surroundings, the only thing she could see was a tiled ceiling moving quite quickly. Then came the sound of squeaky wheels, like that of a hospital gurney. The hallway was dimly lit, and as she opened her eyes wider, she couldn't tell who was wheeling her, but it seemed like that Mover was still present. Not wanting to give up the advantage of surprise, she threw all caution to the wind and launched herself at the Mover.
If she could just get him out of the picture, she would have a better chance of escaping here. Well, wherever here was. But she had no such luck, that annoying force pressing her so hard into the wall, she could hear it groan in protest behind her. "A wildcat, eh? You need proper taming." Rolling her eyes she gave a mocking hiss.
"She showed adverse side effects to the tranquilizer, we won't be able to put her down for the trip." It was the man, dressed in a boringly plain white lab coat, that spoke, his glasses slipping down his nose. "Don't worry, Doc. I'll make sure her ride is... comfortable." Without a second thought, she went zipping down the hall, her back dragging against the wall and she was utterly grateful for wearing the steel-boned corset, the only thing keeping the wall from wearing away at her skin.
No windows broke her trip, and with a sudden jerk she was pulled away from the wall, a door opening up into a blindingly white room. With a yelp Ziqian was tossed inside unceremoniously, landing on her front and feeling her arms bruise as they broke her fall. Silence greeted her as the door slammed shut and the ominous click of a lock echoed. She slowly rolled over, feeling too boneless to try and get up, only to discover there were other people in the room.