Not the Girl you Bring home to Mother

"Justice is a paradox in itself, Because it too breeds violence." ~Unknown Name: Siren {} Mercenary {} Multiship 18+ content may occur I do not claim to be Angelina Jolie or associated with her in any way. All gifs and artwork belong to their rightful owners.

[homicidamsiren]

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[arxchnerd-archive]

"First, don’t call me dear   that shit’s not cute. Second, I’m the only thing standing in between you and the option to put innocents at risk.” He wasn’t moving.

[homicidamsiren]

"I'm not trying to be cute, perhaps I should clarify that for you. If you're the only thing standing between me and my next target, then fine, have it your way; I'll make you move."

[homicidamsiren]

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[irememberpolio-blog]

"True," Steve admitted, thinking to the secret agents he knew, and their tendency towards vagueness. "But - hypothetically, of course -  couldn’t you be using reverse psychology, or something?" He smiled in return, shrugging one shoulder. "I guess you could say that."

[homicidamsiren]

"Now where's the fun in that," she responded to his comment of physiology. "If I really wanted to screw with someone, I have much more creative ways of doing so." Siren drawled. 

[homicidamsiren]

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[bellaswxn-deactivated20140923]

❝He’s         different, to say the least.❞ Bella nodded, chewing nervously on her lower lip. It wasn’t as if Charlie knew her boyfriend was a vampire, but Bella was no  stranger to dangerous situations that had stemmed from the Cullens. 

❝But I don’t know. Everyone likes someone a little different, right?❞ 

[homicidamsiren]

"Different?"

If this girl was trying to be discrete, she wasn't doing too good of a job; at least because she peaked the assassin's interest. In a small town like this, she doubted there was much to see. 

[psychoticseason]

[first-wondxr-deactivated2015021]

"Of course." Selina took a sip of her glass. Should she leave now? She hated when other skilled people were on her way. Besides, the old lady and her collar wouldn’t disappeared from one night to another. She looked at her companion, turning her face to look at all the other people, curious to know which one was going to be Siren’s next victim. Should she let that happen, anyway? "You shouldn’t be here, you know? Gotham has a dark vigilant who doesn’t like killers."

[homicidamsiren]

She planned on being discrete, the last thing she wanted was a scene in the middle of this fancy ass gala. Siren grabbed a passing by glass of champagne from a tray, careful to wrap her long fingers around the base of it; almost as if she was lounging. "Word travels fast," she mused; simply. "I've heard he doesn't like thieves either."

[newluckystrap-blog]

He looks a little put off by her response. He’s just trying to strike up a conversation, make her feel welcome during the trip. Apparently he wasn’t too good at that. “I just thought maybe you’d be interested in learning something.”

[homicidamsiren]

"The last thing that's going to keep my ass moving, is knowledge on overgrown reptiles. It'll be my survival and marksman skills at the end of the day," Siren wasn't very good at making friends. Hell, she barely had any. Those she did have, were mostly just associates. 

[homicidamsiren]

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[alqha]

The bagged knife was grabbed by the edge and flipped back towards him on the couch. It landed next to him just in time to see her hand remove itself from the weapon she was planning on using. Atta girl - lower those defenses. "Precinct? Please. You could consider me a collector." The man scooted down on the couch, resting his head on the arm. The bloodied weapon was held up above him, examining it. His thumb and forefinger ran the length alongside the cheeks of the blade. It was an intimate touch for an inanimate object. The man once known as Karl had always had a fascination of sharp instruments. While most used paint and brushes on a canvas to create masterpieces, he preferred a more permanent type of medium - such as a blade and flesh. When he was spoken to again, he leaned his head further back on the couch’s arm to get a look at the woman. "If you’re pouring. Might need something to calm myself after watching you work, lady." A wolf whistle echoed in the apartment, turning his attention back to the blade that was dropped on his chest. 

[homicidamsiren]

"A collector," she repeated; the words just rolling off of her tongue. As she poured, the brunette glanced occasionally back to him. She wasn't going to hide her distrust. She didn't trust anyone, and the fact he had some kind of fetish to watch her cut up the last poor bastard just proved her gut right. Almost as if she was awaiting for him to make some sort of move, her hues fluttered over him once more before back to the glasses of Jack Daniels. Then again, with her profession, who was she to judge. On the last one, she'd taken her time, but the last thing she expected was to gain an audience. It was almost like Siren wasn't sure which systematic category to put this guy in. Was he a friend? Was he a foe? Taking the glasses in hand, the long legged assassin made her way across the apartment to hand him the glass; standing in front of the couch. 

[homicidamsiren]

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"Don’t take it personally sweetheart, I’m just doing my job. The only thing stopping me from getting my next pay check is the fact that you’re still breathing.” 

[a-gun-for-hire-deactivated20150]

"Sorry babe, aint happining." he told her and got out his pistol, shooting at her like mad.

[homicidamsiren]

Feeling the first, second, third bullet ripple against her bulletproof-vest, it sent the assassin back to stagger. "You sonofabitch. You want to play with guns? Fine. Let's play with guns." 

[homicidamsiren]

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[alqha]

"Asshole? Asshole?" The feigned devastation on his face continued, even slumping broad shoulders. Both arms were pointed towards her, gesturing wildly. "I’m not the one trying to pull a gun on you!” He hung his head for a moment. “You try to be nice to a person and this is what you get. What is this world coming to?” His head was shook, backing up to plop down onto the plush couch - even putting his feet up. He was getting ready for a long haul. Dark blue eyes took their time scanning her over, cracking a grin. “I gotta tell you, you’re some true femme fatale alright. Watching you gut that bastard warmed my heart—” He paused, breaking the heavy eye contact for a moment. “—and other regions, but that’s another story for another time.” A slightly nervous chuckle broke out, but clearly he knew what he was saying. It wasn’t as if that had slipped past his lips without knowing it. They started to reach across for the bagged knife from the coffee table. “You mind if I keep this? A little souvenir.” 

[homicidamsiren]

This guy was seeming like a loose cannon, a few french fries short of a happy meal--or what not. But if he wanted to make his move, she figured someone like him would hardly wait to play things out. Finally, the assassin moved her hand from the holster on her back to simply dangle her arms by her curvaceous hips. At least for right now, he wasn't a threat. From the way he was talking, she could guess that he had some kind of the same interests as her. "Keep it if you want, as long as it doesn't end up in a nearby police precinct, consider it a gift." With a roll of her eyes, the brunette moved herself to the countertop where she had a bottle of Jack Daniels out for the ready. "So what," Siren murmured at the remark of her gutting up her target. "It's a job, not a hobby. I do what feels necessary." She replied simply. Pouring herself a drink she glanced back at him. "I'm guessing you want one?" As the brunette continued to look back at him, her hues danced along his frame for a moment; almost as if she was sizing him up. He was attractive. But that was besides the point. 

[brooklynpatriot-deactivated2015]

"Well maybe I’m not that Oliver Queen anymore." The man suggested as he used a towel to wipe the sweat off his chest. "How’d you get in here anyway? It’s not like we let everyone who strolls up to the door in."

[homicidamsiren]

"That's just a disappointment then, I was hoping for more substance." Siren pouted. Uncrossing one long leg from the other, the brunette finally stood. "Whoever said anyone let me in. I can be very sneaky you know," Of course she was sent to kill him; but what fun would that be if she didn't just drag it out. 

[theroadyeah]

— socialq

[fibonacciislife]

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[annilovesjolie]

I always felt caged, closed in, like I was punching at things that weren’t there. I always had too much energy for the room I was in.

[homicidamsiren]

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[arxchnerd-archive]

"All the better to smash you with!"

"I meant   Nevermind.”

[homicidamsiren]

"How about we cut this short, dear, and get the hell out of my way. Unless you want a pretty little bullet between your eyes as well." 

[brooklynpatriot-deactivated2015]

"I don’t even know who you are for number one." Oliver pointed out before letting himself fall off the bar, the flipped mid air and landed on his feet with ease ,"Or why you’re here."

[homicidamsiren]

"My intentions will become clear eventually," Siren eluded; not giving up much. Why should she, when she such enjoyed having the upper hand on others. "I thought the infamous Oliver Queen would be more impressed to have a random woman lying around in his little den." The temptress grinned, 

[heartbreak-kitten-deactivated20]

He chuckled softly, nodding his head. “Aye, I feel you.”

He looked around, eyes glued to the stage for a moment as some of his coworkers were dancing and entertaining guests. “He might already be here. Some tend to get here early and disappear to one of the back rooms to…you know or they sit in the VIP area with dancers like me. I really hope he’s not dead or tonight was a big waste of your time.”

[homicidamsiren]

"Perhaps, but I'm not the most optimistic of people" Siren rolled her slender shoulders back to get more comfortable in her spot. Her pessimist seeming attitude couldn't exactly be helped, in her line of work, being ready for anything was a necessity. "I'm sure I could come up with something else to do if he doesn't show," the assassin mused; almost suggestively.