[annabeloakley]

target practice | annie & baby

Setting: The Warehouse. March 14th, 2014. Midafternoon.

[annabeloakley]

Annie had no particularly strong feelings toward Baby at this current point in time. She was, however, waiting for Baby to prove useful. Veronica was always able to recruit intelligent, capable girls, but so far, Baby hadn’t shown much. Annie hoped that she was one of those that would be full of surprises, sweet and innocent, but with some sort of venomous bite. However, Annie was skeptical. She was a regular Bambi, it was hard to believe that she could ever be a ruthless killer like the rest of them. Annie was outside, a few of her guns placed on the table, all safety measures taken. Annie was impulsive, but she wasn’t plain stupid. However, she didn’t like to be kept waiting.

Eventually, Baby appeared out in the back. Annie’s expression remained stoic as the cool wind whipped her ponytail around, loose strands framing her face. “About time, I was worried I was going to have to do some target practice,” Annie paused, “with wide-eyed new girls as the target.” Annie wouldn’t ever shoot her unless properly provoked, though, she just got a kick out of messing with her, hoping one day she could get the girl to snap and show her what she was made of. So far, there had been no result.

“Ready to learn how to shoot? Most important thing you’ll ever learn, saved my life a ton of times. Sure, other weapons are good, but in this business, I believe in being quick and accurate. You’ve shot before, right?” Annie asked hopefully, “You know the basics?” If so, they could just focus on dead-center aim. If not, Annie would start from the beginning and resist the urge to strangle the girl opposite her.

[baby-curtis]

Baby hadn't expected Annie to offer her to teach her how to use a gun. She was so used to being ignored or pushed down. Yeah technically Baby was only offered this so she wouldn't have weighed down the team more than she probably already has...but it was something.

Baby had ran to her room in the warehouse to find the shotgun that was most likely collecting dust. Digging through her piles of clothes she searched for any sign of the weapon or bullets. Where did I put it? About halfway into the closet, she found the ammo but no gun. She sat up and pulled lightly at her hair. Getting up, she stared out her window trying to recollect any memory of where it could have last been.

Looking out the window may have not been the best idea because she lost five minutes, leaving her only five minutes to go out and meet Annie. There was a soft reflection in the window and as she started to look at herself, the butt of the gun had caught her eye. Turning around quickly she grabbed the gun and stuffed the small box in her pocket.

Barely making it outside before the deadline given, she was slightly relieved to not see Annie holding a gun ready to shoot her, but knew she could just pick it up and shoot her anyways. "Sorry," was all the younger girl could muster out. She walked over to the table, quietly taking in the most likely intended insult, mainly because she didn't know how to respond...properly anyways.

"I've shot this thing about twice...if that counts for anything. And I know that the gun kind of jumps back at you after each shot." Baby knew she was kind of hopeless with this. So she just bit the inside of her lip and waited.

[fearlessveronica]

So my mum called. The bitch remembered she has a daughter.

[baby-curtis]

Well...at least she called you..and remembered you right?

[harley--q]

Holy fuck.

[harley--q]

Annie says I should wear a short dress - [Drags her to her room and opens her closet, quickly selecting the shortest dress]

Does this work?

[baby-curtis]

A short dress for disc golfing? I was going to find a tank top and shorts for you to wear. But it really depends on what you're comfortable with wearing.

That looks more like a shirt... But that could work...just wear black undies or maybe spanx.

[harley--q]

Holy fuck.

[harley--q]

I can’t, my date starts in like…. half an hour! I have to go pick her up by eight!

I’m going to die, I’m actually going to die. FUCK. Help me pick out what to wear.

[baby-curtis]

Shit, okay. Take me to your closet then.

[harley--q]

Holy fuck.

[harley--q]

It’s just the two of us… what does that mean? Is it more serious? We’re just going disc golfing, and I mean… I’ve kissed her before, is that a big deal? does that means it’s a date? 

I’m going to throw up.

[baby-curtis]

First, calm down. You'll be fine. If you need to, go and spend time with your axe or soak in hot water. Usually calms me down, except I paint...so yeah.

Since it's just the two of you, it means more alone time to get to know each other better. It's serious but only semi. And your date sounds pretty casual, so you can be yourself and don't have to worry about it much. As for it being a big deal...well yes and no. It's kind of like a date where you're both kind of just testing the water to see if you could do this more often and what not.

[ofhxney]

[baby-curtis]

❝ We are like young volcanoes.

Congratulations to the Femme Fatales for their one month anniversary!

[harley--q]

Holy fuck.

[harley--q]

Her name is Georgia… Whadd’ya mean what kind of date? There’s more than one kinda date?!

[baby-curtis]

Georgia..I like the name. And yes, Harley. There's more than one kind.

It's kinda sorted into two types There's one where it's just the two of you. And one where's it's kind of like a group thing. And then what you wear and all that is kind of almost based on what you're doing on said date.

[harley--q]

Holy fuck.

I have a date tonight. Someone.. help me?!

[baby-curtis]

With who? And depends...what kind of date?

[butterflyknifebetty-blog-blog]

There was a shit ton of cannabis, I’ll give ‘em that.

[baby-curtis]

Yeah...

[baby-curtis]

Detention...and Initiation Pt. 1? || Closed

Baby was really wary of this mission. She'd spent a good three to four years avoiding the world of drugs. And now...she's about to help track down the one thing she's trying to keep clear of.

Baby was scared that someone could recognize her. Sometimes her father would have had to take care of someone while she was around, and whoever that other person was would sometimes have their child with them.

When her father had disappeared, the parents had told their kids to bother her with questions about her father. Soon, she was pestered by everyone that was antsy from not getting what they needed...well...what they wanted really.

When Baby learned the Fatales were going back to school, she thought she'd possibly run into someone from her past. No...they would have graduated already...

The high school she attended wasn't the same one they're attending right now...but people move, flunk grades, and have siblings...chances were always slim. And having detention didn't make things better at all.

But she couldn't back out now...she needed to prove herself useful to the others.

From just standing in the doorway of the room, Baby had already gotten a feel of who is regularly here. "Check out the new girl." The comment was soon followed by a wolf whistle. Rolling her eyes, she slipped to the back corner of the room and waited for the hour to finish.

Tick...Tick...Tick...Tick...

"Can this go by any faster?" she muttered quietly. It had only been five minutes, but the small girl grew impatient. Earlier she heard of someone asking around if they new someone that could help her with their fix and ran into some luck. Baby had intended to follow her after school to see if would lead to anything.

"Aw, does the pretty girl have some where to be?" Baby just rolled her eyes. Picking on the new chick. How original. Could have at least use something better than pretty chick.

"Does the princess miss the comfort of her castle?" Baby looked at what she was wearing. It was nothing special. Just a plain white shirt and black skinny jeans with paint splattered all over them. She had no idea where the princess idea came from.

"What? New girl can't handle detention?" Her brown eyes shot up to look at whoever just said that. She narrowed her eyes at the boy two seats diagonally to her right. He looks a tad familiar, she thought as panic slowly filled her body. The boy shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and looked away. Baby smirked and the panic washed away. I'm getting better at this.

Twenty minutes later she found herself studying each person in the room. There were only seven other people; three male, four female. Out of them all, only three looked to be like the test subjects. But she knew there were at least five possible suspects. She could practically smell the cannabis from where she was sitting. She spent enough time with her father to know what some of them smelled like.

Alright, Baby. Just sit down next to everyone and interrogate them without them knowing. You've done it before... Baby bit her lip and hesitated to get up. She was silently grateful that no one could see her or they would have looked at her as if she was on something. Hey...not a bad idea. A small smile crept up on the corners of her mouth as she mad a new plan.

With ten minutes of detention left, she had successfully done what she planned to do. One person had told her about the dealer only selecting who he or she sells to. Another had believed she really was on something. He offered her something, but it wasn't the cannabis. Just three cigarettes. The two girls were only drinkers so they weren't much help, but offered Baby some vodka. So she took a sip or two.

Finally, she got probably the most important piece of info she and the other needed. The small red head had pretended to had just run out of the drug and needed something fast. The boy that she made uncomfortable gave her a small portion of his stash. He then told her that he could probably try to talk to the guy to set up something for her.

At this she beamed and thanked the guy, exaggerating that she may have had to go through withdrawal. "Again."

The supervisor then told us to scram as she woke from her slumber. Baby was the first to walk out and disappear. She smiled to herself for her tiny accomplishment.

Now to tell the girls...

[ofhxney]

I’m surprised they didn’t eat you alive, especially when you insulted the Shoes.

Yes, that one! He offered me some of that stuff to “try it out”. I think they’re recruiting more teenagers as test subjects. 

[baby-curtis]

I would imagine so. People really need their fix.

[ofhxney]

The shoes and the hair? Man, you’re one though cookie.

A guy in my History class is one of their subjects, I think. Y’know, the tall blonde one? Could’ve been cute, if it weren’t for the drugs.

[baby-curtis]

Haha. It was the only thing that could do the most damage. They've been checking and rearranging their hair all day and asking everyone if their shoes matched their outfit. Nothing like watching vain girls panic at a possible flaw.

Is that the one with the seemingly real tattoo? I've only seen one blonde guy here.

[thejosephinelin]

Looking at that steak, I don’t doubt it.

I don’t know. It’s definitely better than the last time, but still not my favorite thing in the world. And you?

[baby-curtis]

It's...a bit more eventful-ish than my last time...The art classes have improved so that's good.

[ember-grangerford-blog]

I’d say that’s definitely a smart idea – if we can shut this down as quickly as possible, anything is useful.

[baby-curtis]

Yeah...huh...I should start heading home now. I'll catch you later.

[fearlessveronica]

Chill. There’s really nothing to worry about.

[baby-curtis]

I get that...but Ronnie. I used to be able to slip by unnoticed. And now I have pervs trying to get at me. I'm not used to it...and not really sure if I ever will.

[fearlessveronica]

For a particular reason or genuinely speaking?

[baby-curtis]

Uh...A bit of both. 

[ember-grangerford-blog]

That sucks. I haven’t even gotten one detention yet. 

You know, seeing as I hate going back to school more than anything in the entire world, I may be able to alter the system if you need to get out of the detentions – unless, of course, you think getting in there could help bust the dealers and get us out of here quicker.

[baby-curtis]

As much as I'd love to get out of detention, I'd rather not actually. I'm going to check it out, see if there's anyone that looks like they'd be involved with this whole thing.