Elizabeth had spent the early afternoon hours just walking around the park, quietly observing the people. She wasn't expecting to actually find anybody worth her special brand of justice, but you never knew. And at any rate, she wouldn't know for certain if she didn't pay attention.
The closest she'd come was that pickpocket that'd run by her an hour ago. She'd contemplated it, but in the long run he hadn't really done anything -- mostly because he'd gotten caught not long after running by her -- so the time it'd take to get him somewhere alone wouldn't have been worth it. If she was going to do this today, she was going to do it right. She wasn't going to do it just to do it.
Besides, it was a nice enough day. Little chilly, but nothing her jacket wasn't taking care of. Spending some time outside could be good for her.
And almost as if it were fate, Elizabeth heard a scream. Curious, she went to follow it.
What she found was a young woman on the ground, with a guy straddling her hips. Only it didn't look -- or sound -- like the girl was enjoying it one bit.
"Get off her!" Elizabeth commanded. "Girl, get out of here."
The girl didn't need any added encouragement; she took off like a bolt of lightning.
Elizabeth smiled darkly. "You, stay right there." The knife she picked up off the ground -- which, she presumed, was from the man's attempt to lure the girl -- was held out towards him.
"I'm dealing with you myself."
Rachael Newman -- no, she was Elizabeth McGuire now, she still had to remind herself even after several years -- was up early, as was her usual. She went out for a jog, all the while mulling over her latest case. It was getting to everybody, even her, though it was getting to her for entirely different reasons. The others were upset about not having the suspect caught yet, but she was upset because it was taking her so long to figure him out and find him.
And now, back in her apartment, she was on the computer trying to get into her files on her computer at work. Which wasn't working and was royally pissing her off.
Even a day off made her still want to work.
Scowling, Elizabeth stood, pushing away from the desk and stomping off towards the bedroom.
When she came back out, she was in jeans and a t-shirt, looking young and completely unassuming. If she couldn't find her suspect, by God she'd find someone who needed taking out. It was so easy.
[Open for sudden visits before she leaves, emails, phone calls while she's out, you name it! Eve is now Rachael/Elizabeth/God only knows who else from American Psycho II.]