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If your muse isn't just hunting for the D and V , please reblog
I’m sick of getting dropped or ignored by some blogs just because my muse isn’t jumping and crawling all over them. There are things called enemies/platonic or just friends or whatever… And i’m annoyed… So if you could just reblog this so that I can have a bit of reassurance about this… It’d be very appreciated.
Do I look like Marty McFly to you ⌛
Dawson goes down hard and stays there, groaning as he holds onto his abused nethers. The other men are split down the middle between wincing and laughing at his misfortune, but Joe just gives Meenah a roguish grin.
"Good thing he isn’t one of our big sixes," he replies cheerfully. "He just likes to think of himself that way. Poor thing."
He snickers as Dawson tries to pick himself up only to give up half way through. Motioning to one of the other men, Joe directs them to drag the guy out of the ring and off somewhere to recover. They listen to him without a grumble, used to it despite his youth and their earlier jeering. Whatever their reservations, they know Joe’s under Amos’s thumb and his word is as good. Joe’s been working this place since he was way too young for it.
"I think I owe you a drink," he says as he turns back to Meenah. "Maybe a bit of lunch, too. Then we can talk?"
The Queen of the Cheap Shots just grins down at her latest victim, taking a satisfying moment to be incredibly smug about her victory. Haughtily, she tosses her braid back behind her shoulder and glances around the onlookers just to make sure there aren't any other wise-guys who think she's not perfectly capable of shutting their mouths for them.
"Yeah, whale, maybe next time he'll think twice before he starts talkin with his lower brain." She spares the fallen Dawson one last glance, barely resisting the urge to spout some Godfather-worthy one-liner, but it's probably best she doesn't ruin her newly earned cred by embarrassing herself with puns that aren't her usual forte.
Seems like half-pint over here is definitely the guy to talk to, though, judging by the way everyone else follows his orders with nothing but a little good-natured bitching. Meenah decides it's definitely her excellent judge of character that made her talk to Egbert first, so she turns fully towards him and hefts herself back out of the pit.
"You won't hear me turnin down free booze and food," She replies, coming to a stop next to him. "I heard Tyler Durden back there callin' you Egbert, right? Name's Meenah."
Do I look like Marty McFly to you ⌛
Dawson rolls his eyes as Meenah makes her brash way into the pit. His lips turn into a patronizing smile as he turns to give one of the other guys a word. Joe leans at the edge of the pit to watch. He’s almost not interested in who wins- except he completely is because wouldn’t that just make the perfect picture, Dawson getting flummoxed by a woman.
He’s not disappointed. Her first strike gets Dawson right in the teeth and he’s nearly down just from that. The other men give out jeers and encouragement with mirthful surprise. Even Joe’s grinning like a loon.
"Attagirl," he murmurs, mostly to himself as he grins.
The idiot tries to recover, but he was outclassed the moment this started. He gives a wild swing without much art to it but it’s obvious the guy has no idea how to actually fight if his messy boxer stance is any indication.
Meenah shakes her hand out after her hit lands, if only because she'd been expecting the douchebag to at least try and move so that she wouldn't hit his dammed teeth. A quick glance reassures her that his teeth didn't cut her hands up, which is good since she's got no idea what kind of fishy things might be in his saliva - she's got no idea what the shell kind of transmittable diseases they've got these days, but shell if she wants to risk it.
She hasn't met a basshole this bad at fighting since she was still living on the Naval base, and the way he takes a wild swing at her afterwards isn't doing much to make her reconsider.
She brings up her forearms to block it, and then catches his arm on her downswing, jerking him forward so his crotch makes real good fronds with her kneecap. She lets him drop, and even if she's pretty confident that he won't be getting back up, she doesn't take her eyes off of him.
"Dang, no wonder this place is so empty if this is the kinda 'prize' fighters you got lined up," She calls to Egbert, over her shoulder.
Do I look like Marty McFly to you ⌛
Joe stumbles a bit as the dame pushes him aside, brows shooting up to his hairline. He hadn’t actually thought she’d follow through but he knows that kind of stubborn look. There’s gonna be no changing her mind, he expects.
Whatever-son looks about as poleaxed as Joe did, but then the look fades into something a lot more patronizing.
"Aw, come on now, Doll," he croons out with a smirk. "Nothing but a little fun. You’ve got no need to get your dukes out. You want a real battle of the sexes, come join me at-"
He pauses as Joe step up behind the woman, thumbs tucked in his suspenders again. “We’ve got five witnesses and an empty ring, Johnson.”
“Dawson. You’re not serious. Egbert, there’s no way I’m getting into it with a skirt-“
"Then you forfeit?" Joe asks, his voice even and almost bored. "Piker."
Dawson’s eyes narrow. After a moment, he straightens and starts rolling his sleeves up. “You want to get beat by a man so bad, fine. I’m game for teaching you a little lesson in humility. God knows you need one.”
With a curl of his lip, he stepped on into the cement basin of the main ring. “Maybe I’ll even give you a free shot.”
"Buoy, you're either blind or stupid because I ain't wearin no skirt," Meenah snarks, a little bit soothed now that she knows she gets to take this minnow back to school. She sizes him up while he argues with Suspenders (apparently named Egbert, but Meenah thinks that's a lame as hell name), and gives him a nasty grin when his pride makes him accept the challenge.
She doubts he could keep up with her in any battle of the sexes, in any case.
She's also going to come out of this with an assortment of new things to call people. Piker! She can guess it's meaning just by the way Dawson reacts, and the best part is that it's got the word Pike in it. New fish insult achieved! Shell yeah.
"Bitch, please, I'm too fabulous for humility," She snipes back, hopping into the ring herself. Nobody said anything about any rules or waiting for the bell bullship, so Meenah falls into stance and then barely lets him get his contrived, free-shot machoism out of the way before she's slamming her knuckles into his face with glee.
Meenah's not fucking around - she can fight straight and she can fight dirty, and most of the time she settles for a mix of the two. Demons and summoners don't give a shit about fair fights in her world, and she doesn't give a shit about giving this basstard a chance to defend himself.
Do I look like Marty McFly to you ⌛
"I’d pay good money to see that," Joe replies with a shrug. He likes her better with every word that comes out her mouth. Hell, he figures he’d get at least four to one odds if she did take the lout down. "Unlucky for him, he don’t know his onions. Probably drop at the first strike."
And Joe’s getting real irritated with the self assured look that fella wears most the time. Like he’s got something up his sleeve.
"New York, ma’am. Lower East side. ‘Fraid it isn’t a picnic down here but we manage." He hooked his thumbs at the base of his suspenders, tilting his head as he tried to think what a skirt like this might enjoy. She’s lively enough for just about anything, he’s pretty sure. "I don’t know what you’re looking for exactly, but there’s a good saloon down the street where you can get as ossified on panther sweat as you please. Might wanna think of getting some new clothes or they’re likely to take a sheba like you for a quiff or completely nerts, though, and I’m thinking you’d take offense to that."
“I’ll say,” yells whatever-son.
Joe’s lips twist before he lifts a hand behind his back and flips him the bird. The idiot just gives another sleezy laugh. Oh, he is going to get that man in the pit one day, and soon.
"I'd do it for free," She sneers, with a dirty look towards the man they're mutually badmouthing. It would not bother her in the slightest to put him down in his place, and she'd happily provide the knuckle sandwich necessary to do so.
At least it turns out she's still in New York, even if it is so many years in the past. Knowing where she is doesn't do her a whole lotta good, but at least she doesn't have to add 'geographically lost' to her list of problems.
The look she gives Joe at the jumbled mess that comes out of his mouth, next, could probably full NASA for the next 200 years on incredulity alone. The only thing she can really pick out of is that ossified hopefully translates to 'wasted as glub'.
And then douchebag mcasking-for-it speaks up again, and Meenah might not know what he's replying to but she knows it's nothing good, and he's pissed her off for the last time, tonight.
"That's it, cabin boy," She snarls, knocking past Joe to march up to him, "I didn't wanna embarrass you in front a your boyfriends, jackbass, but you just hadta push it. We got a ring and an audience, so why don't you put your fists where your trash-talking mouth is and see which one fares better?"
Do I look like Marty McFly to you ⌛
Gee wiz, is her accent thick. Joe blinks a little, trying to make sense of her odd slang and- Well. She’s kind of hard-boiled, isn’t she? It’s kind of funny. Joe’s still blushing, but an embarrassed grin passes over his face at how commanding she is. It reminds him of Wendy and maybe he doesn’t trust her as far as he could throw her but she is definitely one hell of a dame.
"Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am," Joe responded with a nod and he’s grinning wider now. Woman like this, wearing clothes like that, hip to the jive, queerest thing he’s seen in a long time. "This is the Ring. Bare knuckle fights when we’ve got the notion to plan ‘em."
“But you can come anytime you like, Doll!” one of the others calls out and Joe throws a dirty look over his shoulder.
"You want a round with me, Ethel, just keep up the lip!"
The man laughs and waves a dismissive hand. He’s not one of the regulars, some new guy they snagged from Jersey last week, and he hasn’t seen Joe fight or he might know to take that seriously. He thinks his name might be Johnson, Frederickson, Smithson- something son, which is fitting as the most he seems to have accomplished is being born. Joe doesn’t give him long.
"Lollygagging son of a bitch," Joe mutters under his breath before he turns back to the odd bird. "What else can I do you for?"
The Ring, eh? She listens to him describe what sounds like some Fight Club bullship, and it does explain the way they've got this place set up. Probably not legal where she's from, but shell if she knows if it is in this day and age - history hadn't been the sort of thing she'd been interested in studying.
At least he's not treating her like she came in on the coat tails of a bad hurricane, any moor.
"He calls me Doll again, and he ain't gonna have no lips to catcall out of," She mutters back, because she's never been the type to let ship like that go without at least a middle finger or two getting involved. Even if she does apparently have her very own knight-in-suspenders to try and defend her honor for her, right now.
"What part of the US we in, hero buoy?" She asks, in response to his question. "And where's a girl gotta go for some entertainment if there's none to be had around here?" She might as well play along, anyway. Until she figures out why Dave put her here (if it was him), or he gets tired of whatever game he's playing.
Do I look like Marty McFly to you ⌛
Joe had been looking over the fight bowl for any needed repairs to the masonry when he spots the woman. And then he just stares at her, blue eyes going wide. What in Sam Hill- Hookers wore more in public. Her belly exposed, so much of her neck and- trousers. She’s wearing trousers. For a few moments, he can only state at her in utter bewilderment.
"I-" And then he’s blushing hard, right to his ears. She’s got choice gams that go on forever and a good figure and he can see all of it, clear as the day she was born, and the set of bubs on display just- Joe swallows and a few of the other guys are giving her a look over with interest but he’s suddenly wondering where the hell the rest of her clothes are. "Ma’am, I- are you all right??"
Did someone mug her for them? She doesn’t seem roughed up, but maybe she’d complied and- Joe turned and then glared right at the group of old man Petrov’s men. “You lot quit gaping! Ain’t you seen a dame before?!”
A few of them look chastised but the rest only smirk. They’re all twice his age, what right does he have to go bellyaching at them. Joe frowns and leans in closer to the woman.
"Look, I’m real sorry for them. They’re a rough lot and this isn’t exactly the ritz. And it looks like you’ve caught enough trouble round these parts," he murmurs in a lower tone, brows drawn up uneasily. "You needing a ride somewhere? Petrov’s got a flivver he might let me borrow, take you back home. Isn’t safe for a woman to go walking on her own, though you probably already guessed that one."
Meenah's not oblivious to the stares she's getting, but neither is she particularly concerned with them. She's faced things way more daunting than a few middle-aged perverts who can't rub two pennies together for enough subtlety to fool a starfish. Even if she couldn't handle it, she's got back up she can almost guarantee none of them have ever seen before.
So it's not the staring that gets her, it's the way this punk bass little cretin in front of her actually has the nerve to gawp at her, and then blush like it's going out of style. What is he, the son of a nun? Of all the preconceptions she could have had of him walking up, 'chaste' and 'pure' sure as shell hadn't been at the top of that list.
She gets tired of being treated like some kind of wilting damsel exactly three words in, so she just rolls her eyes as he admonishes the perverts and stuffs her hands in her pockets. Her posture is terrible.
Did he just call her a dame? That's a checkmark for Mob Movie Scenario numero uno.
"Guppy, those tools ain't lookin at me any different than any basshole in the Ritz would," She says, with an inelegant snort, and then she frowns the more he talks. Cod, what did she do, slip-n-slide straight back to 1920?
...
Glubbing Dave.
She mashes down the sharp stab of irritation and the smaller flip of panic, because demon or not, it's not like Dave would leave her there if he really did send her back. The problem is, she's not so sure he understands what an appropriate length of time is socially acceptable to leave your partner in crime in the past (that correct answer is never. It is never socially acceptable).
"I can handle whatever the losers in these waters throw at me," She finally says, instead, deftly avoiding all the other questions he threw at her, "Didn't I ask you a question? What's with the set-up?"
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Meenah's got no clue where it came from, but it's suspect as shell. She hasn't summoned Dave recently, so she's pretty sure that counts him out and even if it didn't, she'd not sure why he'd leave a piece of paper in her pockets.
Besides, Dave has crabby handwriting, and this is neat, elegant, and written with a light hand. It's a number without a name, and she's not sure she trusts it. Then again, it's not the weirdest thing to ever happen to Meenah and what's the harm in putting a number in her phone?
Meenah tosses one braid over her shoulder, chews on her lip, before she huffs out a long breath of air and digs her phone out of her pocket. She might as well. Maybe it'll help, in the long run.
-- empressAhab [EA] has started pestering ???? at ???? --
EA: yo any buoys or gills out there willin to answer a coupla harmless questions from your friendly boat captain EA: questions like who the glub is at the other end of this fishin line
Do I look like Marty McFly to you ⌛
Meenah stands just inside the threshold of the strange building and waits for her eyes to adjust to the sub-par lighting. Twenty bucks says this is Dave's idea of a payback for that time she tried to pay him with an old sixpence piece, and twenty more says she's going to hate it when she figures out what he's done.
Just to make sure, she opens the door again and looks out. Yeah. Definitely not the place she'd been when she'd walked through the door. Meenah puns under her breath and turns back to the room - it's not empty, but it's not overfull, either. There's a few guys in suspenders and rolled up sleeves hanging around, muttering to themselves and looking shady.
The room itself looks like a poor man's Colloseum, with some kind of pit surrounded by wooden, makeshift bleachers. The air's heavy with the smell of cigarettes, so she guesses this room doesn't get aired out a lot - one or two of the people dotting the room are wielding cigars like status symbols, and she's surprised people besides her meal-tickets family still smoke them.
It looks like a mob movie, minus the hard working middle-class man's man as the protagonist. Put in laymen's terms, Meenah's not impressed.
"Alright," She starts, under her breath because the last thing she needs is for strangers in strange places pegging her as a person of interest because she's talking to herself like she's capsized. "I dunno what got your feathers ruffled blondie but this seems like the sort of mojo I gotta pay for at the end of the day, so I'm telling you now that this is pro bono as shell."
He doesn't answer her, because he's a loser and a wet blanket.
Time to figure out where the glub she is. There's a kid off to one side who doesn't look half as twitchy as most of the sharks in this place, so she sets pace towards him. "Yo, scruffy. What's with the set-up?"
((Hi Loxie! :> First of all wow omg you are an amazing writer. I haven't read the Demonstuck AU, how much would you say I should read of it before I can understand enough to RP with Meenah?))
((Hi! Omg back, you’re going to make me so blushu ouo, As far as TGP and I’s Demonstuck AU goes, there isn’t much written yet so it wouldn’t take long to catch up on what there is (and Meenah’s not in it yet). But a quick and clean summary of Meenah’s universe is that all the human kids are demons, all of the trolls are humans, and demon summoning/demon deals are a definite thing.
Meenah consistently summons a demon herself but usually only when she actually needs to/is in dire straights, because her past makes her kind of reluctant to make deals with demons.
As a note, though, any RPs with Meenah don’t have to be set in HER universe, because messing about with supernatural stuff and magic is bound to get her into some interesting situations, including alt universes and timelines!If your interested, hit me up again and I’ll start writing a starter for you, or you can write your own starter! 38) ))
WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
Meenah scoffs, and kicks the duffel bag by her foot as she checks her messages. Survey Bots always ask the most inane questions. She could always put her phone on the Do No Call list, or make it private, but there are some days - rare, blue-moon days - where she's low enough to actually appreciate the sort of low-impact thinking required to respond to Bots.
She's been two days at this hotel after following leads for a month, and the trail went cold last night. It's no big surprise - as good at this rig as Meenah's gotten, Aranea's almost shamefully good at disappearing these days. She likes to think it's because of her, but it doesn't take a genius to figure Aranea's still making deals.
That gill's an addict of a different sort, that's for damn sure.
She's got plenty of money to stick at the motel for as long as she wants, but it's worn out it's welcome on her eyes and she prefers to keep moving. Staying in one place only works when you're looking to be found, and Meenah's done with the business of waiting on other people.
She'll cast out a few lines while she's on the road and wait to see what bites. For now, though, there's a lot of road out there left untravelled and more than a bit of trouble she can dive into.
{OOC: Starters Pending, just wanted to get an Intro out. Feel free to send your own starts, too.}
