A Picture is Worth More than You Think (Matrim)

[Kate]

It was a funny place to run into each other. The blonde was wandering the local museum, looking at different things. She was dressed decently for the area, a cute pencil skirt that hugged her frame and a pin striped top with some heels that should have been illegal to wear.

The blonde was just walking through the halls, looking at the different sorts of art when she heard a loud noise behind her. Apparently someone was making some sort of fuss. Kate tried to ignore it for a bit, before she realized that the person was drawing more and more of a crowd around them. So, guessing that she'd rather find out sooner versus later, Kate decided to walk on over to where this was all happening.

What do you know? The person causing all the problems was one of the people she called friend. Matrim. Ha. Figured.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"So what you're trying to say here is that it was my fault?" Matrim asked the guy, a hand on his hip and a look of disgust on his face as he looked at the guy who had clearly been at fault. To refresh the scene and give a quick back history on the events that had occurred, Matrim was ran into by someone, only since he didn't budge and the someone obviously did budge, they ended up knocking over an extremely valuable vase of sorts. Maybe it was an artifact of sorts or just art but in the end the museum official wasn't happy, and the guy who bumped into Matrim was clearly trying to argue that it was his fault.

"Yeah! It was that damned kids fault! His type is no good, I see kids like him around all the time causing trouble! They all shouldn't be allowed to even leave school grounds much less go to a museum of all places!"

Matrim who was dressed in a very casual manner with a black t-shirt a pair of brown cargo pants and a matching brown zip up hooded sweatshirt. His shoes were black skate shoes, he was comfortable like this. To tell the truth he was looking around at different areas of San Fran he hadn't seen yet, and this looked a little more nonchalant than being barefoot. Still, behind Matrim's glasses the man looked even more idiotic.

"So, how much was this artifact worth anyway?" Matrim asked.

"We had it's value marked somewhere around thirteen thousand dollars." The man from the museum said, the man arguing his point looked a little more worried due to the monetary value given to the artifact. Matrim grinned and pulled out his black credit card, American Express Centurion Card. The man didn't know what this was, but the museum man did.

"American Express, don't leave home without it," Matrim said, "Now. I am not going to pay for the vase because I didn't break it, what I am going to do is show the nice man from the museum this credit card which has no spending limit so that he knows how serious I am. If I wanted to, I could pay for the vase and it would help me meet my minimum spending requirement. But I'm guessing that won't be necessary well it?"

"Y-y-y-you probably just STOLE that card from someone here at the museum!" And that's when Kate arrived into the scene, and when people started to gather. Matrim was beginning to lose his cool with this guy.

"Excuse me? Did you just accuse me of something?" Matrim asked, quickly reaching out and grabbing the man by his collar, raising him into the air with one hand. Matrim gave the guy a look, ready to pound his face in. Luckily he noticed Kate, and his temper calmed a little, "Oh, hey Kate. Can you believe this asshole?"

"Hey I'm still right here you little punk! Let me down!" Matrim looked around at everyone staring then back to the guy. It was best to keep a low profile, so he let go of the guys collar, put his hands in his pockets and started to walk off.

"Fine, this place was boring me anyway," Matrim said, "Come on Kate! Let's go do something a little more fun..."

Matrim didn't ask, he was telling her. Sure she may have been having fun at the museum, hell she might even convince Matrim to stay if there was something she was passionate about seeing, but he was definitely going to march off away from that guy rather than waste his time with beating him up. After all, he did have a criminal record and usually that was something that could be used against you in the court of law.

[Kate]

Well, somehow this wasn't a surprise in the least bit. Kate looked at Matrim, her friend, holding some guy up by the collar. She saw more than that, but this was a very easy way to sum it up. Picking a fight with Matrim wasn't the best thing for a person's health, and the blonde could attest to that. She smirked just a bit and walked forward after Mat started to walk off and Kate couldn't help but let the stunned man in on a little something. He was staring at her of course, all men did.

"You should update yourself on who's rich, famous, and dangerous around Moral Crest sir. It would be bad for your health otherwise to mess with one of them again."

The blonde winked and strode a little faster to catch up to Matrim and his long legs. Boy was his girl a lucky bitch. This one was a good catch indeed. She caught up to him on the sidewalk just outside and smiled up at him.

"Good to see you too sunshine. Not having the best of afternoons I take it?"

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Good to see you too sunshine. Not having the best of afternoons I take it?"

"Nothing to worry about," Matrim said as he walked down the road toward the gas station and car repair shop. He was walking in long strides, determined. And now that Kate was here, she could help him. He was offended and pissed off. Only... they didn't deserve his Qi. Luckily there weren't many people inside of the museum, so he'd be able to do this without killing anybody. Though a part of his mind wanted to... a part of it begging to come out. He kept it back though. "Now that you're here, that is," He said looking over at her. Was it flirtatious? Slightly so maybe. But he didn't mean it that way. He really honestly didn't.

"I like that museum, but I think it's missing a certain glow.... I think it deserves the reaper make over," Matrim said, leading his way into the gas station. He walked up to the counter and told the guy, "These matches, a pack of Malboro, four five-gallon gas cans, and 20 gallons on pump number one."

Matrim handed the guy his card, and while the guy looked at Matrim funny, the bearded and tanned skin man who was obviously middle eastern didn't judge Matrim from the looks of it. And Matrim talked on to Kate, "We'll make them regret ever questioning me."

"Right on brother!" The attendant said with a thick accent of sorts. He was a middle aged heavy set man and Matrim turned towards him and nodded. Grabbing two of the red cans he handed them to Kate, and then grabbed the other two and proceeded to pump number one, he would fill both of his cans and wait for Kate.

"So, you ready for this?" He'd ask once she was done filling her two cans, the matches and cigarettes in his pocket.

[Kate]

It sounded like a good random sort of plan. The sort of thing that the Reapers were supposed to be doing right? Whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. And Matrim wanted to do this, so Kate was going to help him. Not like she had money invested in the place or anything.

So Kate filled up the gas cans, same as Matrim. The blonde looked at him when he asked her if she was ready. The blonde smirked just slightly and nodded. They would walk back to the corner where the place was, and Kate looked at him. After all, he was the one running this show now.

"So, just the outside, or should one of us make a line of fire on the inside as well?"

She looked at him, smirking just a tad. Kate had set her cans down and pulled out a smoke of her own. Yeah, Kate smoked again. Wooo! What a bad ass. So original.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"We'll put gas lines from the inside, make sure they go through several corridors, but make sure they all connect leading to where we exit from. If anybody gives us shit, punch there lights out," Matrim said, leading the way. Something slightly different, his anger was hard to control now. He was a little on edge, detoxing was doing some funny things to him making his moods swing like nobody's business. He walked towards the place and when he got to the door he punched out one of the museum employees before opening a gas can and he began to go through the inside hallway, pouring a line of gasoline and throwing some of the gasoline on the pieces and high priced objects.

A security guard came up behind Matrim with a night stick and Matrim kicked him hard in the gut, sending him back against the wall. Matrim walked up the the man and said, "Better run away." And the guy actually heeded the advice. People were running away somewhat scared, sure. But Matrim didn't care. He didn't give a damn if they saw them and knew what they were doing in broad daylight.

When Matrim was done emptying the first can and a half or so he circled back to the entrance, and from the entrance he poured a line to the pavement where he made the outline of the reaper sign with gasoline. Once he was done he would yell out, "Kate, it's time. lose the cans."

Matrim pulled out a cigarette, tossing the can onto the line of gasoline. He lit up the cigarette with a match, and flicked the match out. He began to smoke the cigarette waiting for Kate to be done and out of there.

[Kate]

So they would be going inside to do their damage to this place. It worked for Kate. And truth be told the blonde didn't even care if anyone got hurt. The pale girl nodded at what Matrim said and ran inside with him. The male went one way, and Kate went the other. They would get the most damage out of this place from spreading it out.

"Roger wilco!"

A slight joke for Matrim, but Kate was already uncapping the gas and running down the halls in her insane heels. Slapping the stuff all over pictures, statues, and the like. Soon enough, after barrling her way through a few guards she was standing next to Matrim again.

He lit it, she just lit her smoke with her lighter. This was his show after all. The girl wasn't going to take that away from him. Those emerald eyes stared up as the screams began and the smoke billowed. Then she turned and followed Matrim. Boy oh boy, what an interesting day.