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@heartsunsung
“Go out in the world to start over again and again, as many times as ya can And in the end, if I don’t make it on the list, would you sneak me a wristband?
Would you give me, give me, give me, give me a boost? A boost over Heaven’s gate?”
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“Go out in the world to start over again and again, as many times as ya can And in the end, if I don’t make it on the list, would you sneak me a wristband?
Would you give me, give me, give me, give me a boost? A boost over Heaven’s gate?”
previously WICKEDCHOICES / HEARTSUNSUNG / AGENTWALKCR
THIS BLOG’S BEEN ARCHIVED AND MOVED !! FOLLOW ME OVER HERE !!
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heartsunsung :
There was several moments of pause between Sara’s messages, mostly so Mick could try and figure out the most antagonistic response.
[ text ;; blondie ] so how big IS it?
[ text ;; mick ] i’m not answering that [ text ;; mick ] i come to you for comfort and you make me think of his dick AGAIN
[ text ;; blondie ] are you the only one getting asked about his dick?
[ text ;; blondie ] not like you’re the only girl he’s slept with
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“L…l…lenny?” Lisa stammers ever so slightly as she looks at the figure in front of her, when she agreed to helping Cisco with some experiments, Lisa didn’t expect to wake up standing in front of someone who held the same air of comfort and authority that her older brother had but who was completely different; the main aspect being the fact that the figure in front of her was a woman.
But she had the same eyes that had always held affection towards her, and held herself the same way as her older brother which made Lisa growl out a curse aimed at Cisco if she were to get the chance to get back to the cheery scientist.
Sometimes heists went off the rails; it was inevitable, even with how well Len planned every detail of her hits. She couldn’t always factor in human error and sometimes Mick went a little off book. This had been a ringer, though; why else would her sister be so shaken up?
“Just me, trainwreck,” she greets, though her voice is softer than her words would dictate, a tone only reserved for her baby sister. She hooks the cold gun to her waist before kneeling down to tend to her fallen sister. “C’mon, we’re okay. Mick’s bringing the car around.” It’ll be a tight escape but Captain Cold’s made more miraculous getaways before.
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“You remind me of someone I’ve met before” Kara muses as she eyes the older woman in front of her, her fiery red hair reminded her of the fire that Mick was so drawn too
She liked and missed the arsonist, he was someone new and didn’t seem to care about her powers except the fact that she could set fires with her eyes; he was nice and treated her like a normal person.
“Can I help you with anything?”
“Someone good, I hope,” she smiles at the younger woman before her. So this was CatCo’s new star reporter. Interesting. She doesn’t look like the hard hitting journalist type but hey, Michaela knows all about the importance of not judging a book by its cover.
She offers the woman her hand after a moment. “Michaela Rory. Of the DA’s office. I don’t normally give statements to the press but your boss called in a favor.”
“Go out in the world to start over again and again, as many times as ya can And in the end, if I don’t make it on the list, would you sneak me a wristband?
Would you give me, give me, give me, give me a boost? A boost over Heaven’s gate?”
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❛ now, you tell me, little kaylee ❜ mal speaks to the mechanic softly, not wishing to send the rest of the crew into a panic. ❛ what’s it gonna take to get serenity in the air again, and get us off this luh suh piece of rock ? ❜ the scene outside of the engine room is pure chaos, with zoe, jayne and wash scrambling to get the last of the cargo loaded onto the ship. ❛ we got feds closin’ in fast, and I’d feel a whole lot better puttin’ some sky between us && them. ❜
《 * ★ ░██ 〢 @heartsunsung | sc.
“You ain’t gotta tell me twice, Cap’n.” Her mind works at twice the speed of her hands, throwing away plans as quickly as she comes up with them. Kaylee’s got experience and she knows how Serenity’s little intricacies operate; she sings to Kaylee in a way she doesn’t to the others. But that doesn’t make the anxiety any easier to combat. But she tries; her crew’s counting on her. She wipes the back of a hand across her forehead - leaving a smear of inky black grease in its wake - before finally looking up at her captain. “ So. I already rerouted the filtration to take most of the heat off that rusty compression coil. Now, I’m thinkin’ that if’n I can divert power from non vital systems - like lights and the like - to the auxiliary thrusters, we’ll be green for take off. Leastwise, ‘till we get somewhere safe and I can take more time to fix her up.”
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“Appearance is just a social dictation that people put too much stock in because it makes them feel better about themselves and about the darkness and loneliness they feel everyday” River speaks out as she stares off into space, her finger twirling around a small piece of her hair in thought.
Bringing herself out of the thoughts that ran in circles through her mind, River looks over at her closest friend and cocks her head to the side as she takes in the new piece of clothing that she was wearing and couldn’t help but smile slightly.
“But you look nice, it suits the happiness that you exude every day” she adds bluntly, Kaylee wasn’t one of those that used their appearance to hide from the world, and the clothes she wore just increased how many people are affected by her bubbly attitude and optimistic look on life.
At River’s words, mumbled and dreamlike, Kaylee can only blink. She loves River like the sister she never had but sometimes the mechanic can’t understand a gorramn thing she says. Or, at least, isn’t quite sure where the thoughts come from. Simon says River’s a genius and Kaylee believes it; she thinks of things and sees the world in a way no one else does.
Still, the mechanic can’t help but shift her gaze upwards, as if trying to see the new ribbon in her hair though she knows it’s out of her periphery. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little distraction,” she muses, maybe a touch more self conscious than she’d like to admit. “Not much to keep busy with here, out in the black. ‘Cept crime and the like.”
A beat later, at River’s quiet compliment, Kaylee can’t help but beam. River was nothing if not honest, no filter stopping her thoughts, no matter how strange, from spilling from her lips. So praise from her? It meant the world to the mechanic. “Ya think so?” she still questions, fingers reaching up to gingerly touch the accessory. “Inara gave it to me. Sometimes she brushes my hair and does it up all fancible. Bet she’d do it for you too! It’s powerful calm. She’s a wonder with her hands.”
funginerd:
Slowly dripping through the crack, the rumor concerning a federal agent in the building bleed through to him before the woman had even walked through his door and yet - once he turned around he couldn’t help surprise latching onto his features and dragging his eyebrows up before settling them in a frown. Lips sealed in a thin line at the distaste he felt for her not using the correct name for his studies. A heartbeat passed until the barest form of politeness slipped into his voice as he finally decided to answer. ❝ Yes, of course, but allow me to ask: how exactly would mycology be of any help for you - Agent Harding? ❞
Part of her wants to respond sarcastically, the urge manifesting in her fingers tightening into a fist against her side for a brief moment. She’s dealt with official types before and as long as she kept her cool, Phoebe’s normally able to pass for an official herself and get the information she needs. So, rather than giving into her annoyance, she tilts her chin and meets the mycologist’s gaze head on. “My team and I are investigating a string of deaths in the area. Our toxicology reports came back negative for most common causes of death by poison so now we’re turning to less conventional methods of poison. Such as botany and mycology. I’m just curious about whether there are any indigenous species of fungi that could be toxic to humans? Or where one might obtain poisonous, non-native fungi?”
“Go out in the world to start over again and again, as many times as ya can And in the end, if I don’t make it on the list, would you sneak me a wristband?
Would you give me, give me, give me, give me a boost? A boost over Heaven’s gate?”
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She was trying. She really was. But she was way more focused on the record Raph was playing, pen tapping against her notebook in rhythm. The words of her textbook were starting to swim and she could already hear Raphael’s chiding but right now, Allegra didn’t care. Swinging her leg over in order to nudge him on the shoulder with her foot, the blonde waited until she had Raph’s attention before grinning mischievously.
“Wanna see a movie tonight?”
soulsuncontrolled:
“As one does.” The words were echoed yet again as Spike watched Buffy with a keen gaze. He took in ever mannerism, every glance, every inconspicuous focus on the cigarette dangling from his lips. Of course, he had known from the start just what he ws doing - and so far, it seemed to be yielding pleasant results.
He shifted slightly, still leaning against the wall and giving Buffy a curious look, regarding her reaction. “Off the clock, luv. As always. You’re the workaholic, not me.” Granted, it was because of Giles and her mother, but still. Workaholics were workaholics.
There seemed to be something in Buffy’s voice. Some ulterior meaning. But her personality was so confusing; it made it difficult to pinpoint actual feelings when she spent half her life hating him and the other half fawning over him. Quite confusing, really… and touching, though he would never admit it. “Why you ask?”
Either he was being purposefully difficult or he really had no clue what was going on. They made quite a pair, didn’t they? Even without the whole slayer and vampire dynamic, each and every move was like pulling teeth. And she hated it and yet...here she was, letting him bait her and shift her focus down to his mouth, knowing full-well how teasing Spike was.
A huff escaped her lips, curling into the night air for a split second, arms folding protectively across her chest. “Yeah, well, we can’t all be in charge of keeping the world as we know it safe, I guess,” Buffy retorted with an even stare. Antagonistic until the very end, giving and taking like pulling teeth.
That is, until Spike requires something a bit more...direct. And while, normally, she had no problems speaking her mind...it’s just not something she’s good at doing with Spike. Admitting what she wants has always been hard, actions speaking louder. But she kept quiet for a moment, gaze shifting to her feet, scuffing against the dirt for a moment before meeting his gaze once more. “I mean, I’d like to know if you’re here because of some big, earth-shattering emergency or just...” Buffy’s gaze shifts back down to the ground, her sentence dying on her tongue.
soulsuncontrolled:
A scoff. “That’s nothin’.” Sure, Phoebe might have been training for years, but he still had more years on her. He had even more training. It wasn’t even a gender thing, it was a fact thing. Henry Winchester had been raising his eldest son in the art of violence for as long as he could remember. There was no way she could outshoot him.
“Sure.” He took the small basket of cans they had brought with them and lined them up. “Let’s see what you’ve got, hotshot.”
“That’s nothing’?!” She repeated, mildly incredulous. Dean was older than her and if having two older brothers had taught her anything, it was that it was rare for them to admit they were impressed with someone younger. Still. It wasn’t a nothing achievement. “A lil teeny soda can, on a fence, 30 feet away with the added handicap of higher elevation. I’m a natural born sniper, Dean-o! Ain’t no creature’s got a chance against Phoebe Rae Carter!”
After the elder boy had lined up the cans, Phoebe took a moment to level her gun and eye her targets before it. At last, she let out a shot, smirking in satisfaction as it hit the can square in the center before clattering backwards. Its clones were next; not every shot hitting dead center and some cans only swaying with the impact and not falling but by the time Phoebe lowered her gun, no can was unharmed.
With a cocky smirk, she turned to the older boy. “I believe it’s your turn now.”
@missingenigma from [X]
The sooner she got through all this, the sooner she could get back to work. And she knew the Chief was throwing more paperwork at her to prove her point - after working with her for years, Juliet was aware of many of Karen’s tactics. But that didn’t make the decision any easier. On the one hand, she was itching to get back to work, to do something substantial, HELPFUL, instead of filing paperwork and doing menial tasks. But on the other hand, she was still waking up with nightmares about free-falling from that clock tower - if she managed to sleep through the night at all.
So should she hide behind papers and stagnate, or go back to the field when she might not be mentally ready for it?
Lost in her thoughts more than her paperwork, it took a moment for Juliet to notice that her chair had been pulled back and John’s lips brushing against her forehead silenced her protests before she could even speak. A smile stretched across her lips, lighting up tired eyes, but only for a moment.
As soon as John mentioned sleep, she was back on that clock tower.
Shaking her head, Juliet reached out to the desk, attempting to tug herself back to her work. “Not yet, John, I told the Chief I’d file all these traffic violations before I went home and I’ve still got half a box left.”
@burnedlegend from [X]
Demands came easy to her. She had never really been one to ASK for things, with soft words and open eyes. As a child, she’d be denied for even attempting to reach out; as an adult, she made sure she’d never be denied again. Still, Mick knew her request wasn’t an order, the way she tossed orders during a heist. It was still a suggestion, open for Mick to refuse. He was her partner and he had a right to an opinion.
For a moment, he says nothing. (Lenore had always been the more verbal of them both) but he reached out and pulled her closer, allowing the thief to settle comfortable against the bare expanse of her partner’s chest. And the silence that draped over them was comfortable...until Mick decided to break it with a tease.
Len raised a brow, a coy smirk of her own lifting the corners of her mouth. “You ever think that I always have a fluffy parka with me precisely because I get cold easily? Use this head, partner, not your other head,” she drawled teasingly, twisting in Mick’s hold in order to tap a lithe finger playfully against his temple. Allowing herself to be pulled closer, tighter, Len also lets her smirk grow a fraction - imperceptible to all but Mick. “And is it my fault that you happen to run a little hot under the collar whenever I wanna be close to you?”
@icedlegend from [X]
Usually, she could follow Leonard’s plans. Usually, she had no problem being the hired muscle, being the point and shoot gunner that Leonard positioned where and how he needed. But sometimes, the fire got to be too much for her. She didn’t have the same drive and ambition Leonard did, she never had. She was a nothing, a freak, a mistake; Leonard was always meant for something greater. Mick never really cared about how elaborate a heist needed to be - get in, steal some loot, burn whoever stood in her way. Just like she had done all her life.
But ignoring Len had its repercussions and this time, it involved her partner getting caught in the crossfire.
Mick had offered to drive. Len wasn’t always a fan of Mick’s driving - too reckless, just like everything she did in her life - but it was the least she could do after screwing up yet again. The silence was tense and suffocating and Mick wished she had been the one to be hit. The cathartic burn of fire against her already scarred flesh would be welcome compared to the icy aura of rage her partner gave off.
They were back in the safehouse, Mick carting in the loot, when Leonard finally spoke up. Part of her wanted to snark back - Leonard knew what she was like on a job, especially when she hadn’t had a chance to roast any pigs in a good, long while. The rest of her wanted to bow her head like a scolded child - like a dog with its tail between its legs - and she KNEW that was part of the problem, her willingness to submit to Leonard’s expertise. But this was her partner, and she had failed him. Plain and simple. That, for now, warranted some remorseful submission.
“Could’ve been worse,” she muttered, rooting around in the little mini fridge for an ice pack. They had to have one around here somewhere... Pulling it out, she offered it to her partner, rather than tossing it in the direction of his good arm. “Should only be first degree, burnin’ through your clothes first. You’ll heal up fine, Boss. Ice it and then lemme bandage it.”
@burnedlegend from [X]
Going across the pond to visit Gareth’s cousins in America (or wherever the hell Mick and Sara happened to be) was always an adventure. A head count of their extended, makeshift family included a handful of spies, a detective, a billionaire jewelry mogul, a twice-dead former assassin and a convicted arsonist who were both time travelers.
A veritable motley crew connected by distant blood relations and marriage.
Gareth, being one of the more reliable of the group for dealing with the general public (which said something about the rest of them), was out gathering food and much needed alcohol for the lot of them. Madalena wasn’t quite sure where everyone else was, though she was certain John and Carlton were comparing firearms as they were wont to do whenever they all got together.
This left Madalena in the living room, painting her nails, as Mick flipped aimlessly through the TV. After a time, however, the annoying rhythm of tapping accompanied by brief snatches of sound were starting to grate on her. Especially when Mick had landed on something decent only to switch after Madalena had gotten mildly intrigued.
So, as was natural, she threatened and Mick attempted to defy her. And as much as she cared for her cousin, Madalena’s patience was wearing thing. “Mickey, I will cut off your hand before you have a chance to pull out that pretty little gun of yours. Stop fussing with the remote.”
