Shooting Starz

Name's Tala "She-Wolf" Crux, a high-rankin' Starz member and black-market doc in trainin', Nice to met'cha~ {{Independant OC RP blog}}

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howlingatstarz:

Tala paused in her probbing, arching an eyebrow at the grand tale of ass kicking, or lack of really. She gave a snort of disbelief before return to her healing duties, fingers digging in a taaaad less gentle than before. “Ah the old physics switch-a-roo. Gets us every tim…wait, a ring?” She perks up, flipping the hand to get a good view of all sides. “I got some great news R, it’s not broken, but um, gotta pop it back in place and that’s gonna hurt like a bitch.” She curled a hand firmly around his wrist and the other hovering above the swollen joint. “Any last words?” Tala says solemnly, image ruined by her wicked smirk.

“Easy– eeeeasy!” The frazzled outcries of Rex get more hectic– in fact, comically so, an over the top performance that works wonders to gloss over that brief curiosity. The fret in his eyes was a wild fire, searching the ceiling for some famous last rites to go by when at a sudden a light bulb all but appears over his cheery little head. “Okay. Okay, okay, okay. ‘It ain’t easy bein’ cheesy’. Boom.”

Fuck. Good one, Rex. He grimaced preemptively and squeezed his eyes shut.

[howlingatstarz]

"That's what he decides..." She murmurs, smile obvious in her voice, as her grip tightens on his wrist to keep cheesy rex's arm completely still. "It'll only take a sec..." Tala says aloud, yanking the bruising finger outward and sharply twist in, a low pitched pop as bone and joint shift into proper place. A happy hum as she releases her grasp, proud of her work, "The ring just caught and pull the joint out, easy fix for that. It'll be tender for a bit, I would still ice it." She taps the abused joint, "I would give you somethin for the pain, but nothin beats what you got."

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[rexvortex]

@howlingatstarz answered this:

“Patient confidentiality, R, you know I’m good for it” Her voice was soft as she inspected the injured hand, gently spreading the discolored fingers. “Ice for the swellin, tape up some digits to keep it set since we both know settin you up with a splint is pointless since you’ll just yank it off. Low key brakin bones, huh?” Tala finally looked up, giving him a slow-growing smirk, “Was it worth it, hon?”

“Aaaactually,” Between the tears in his eyes, a natural reaction to the abuse of the joints, and his muttered ouch!-es, he somehow works in a retort. “Not really. It was stupid.” Still, he said it while matching her grin.

“You ever squeeze your hand into something it barely fit in the first place, but then realize you can’t get back out? It’s like physics decides, “yo, I’m changing on you, babe, and you just have to roll with it” all of a sudden. I was reaching between the grates at the Getaway, cuz I dropped some supplies between there accidentally, and so… Anyway I had this ring on, and I really did not want to lose it… I tugged, and I threw a fit, and I smoked a joint, I tried to unscrew the damn thing, but it was just not giving. Soooo…” Wiggles hand in question, bursting out with a sheepish laugh. “I gave that grate one hell of a stern talking to after, that’s for sure.”

[howlingatstarz]

Tala paused in her probbing, arching an eyebrow at the grand tale of ass kicking, or lack of really. She gave a snort of disbelief before return to her healing duties, fingers digging in a taaaad less gentle than before. "Ah the old physics switch-a-roo. Gets us every tim...wait, a ring?" She perks up, flipping the hand to get a good view of all sides. "I got some great news R, it's not broken, but um, gotta pop it back in place and that's gonna hurt like a bitch." She curled a hand firmly around his wrist and the other hovering above the swollen joint. "Any last words?" Tala says solemnly, image ruined by her wicked smirk.

[skateonthebeach]

[howlingatstarz]

Low key, I think I broke my ring finger. How do we solve this scenario without anybody finding out...

"Patient confidentiality, R, you know I'm good for it" Her voice was soft as she inspected the injuried hand, gently spreading the discolored fingers. "Ice for the swellin, tape up some digits to keep it set since we both know settin you up with a splint is pointless.You'll just yank it off. Low key brakin bones, huh?" Tala finally looked up, giving him a slow-growing smirk, "Was it worth it, hon?"

[danebull]

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[rexvortex]

A boom of uproar and applause are accompanied by notes of sweat, cheap alcohol and the dry crunch of bills. The air is kept at a crisp 60 degrees, insulated by the cold concrete walls beneath the surface, where above the privileged feet of businessman walk, unaware of what lies below. Or, as Rex has espied earlier that night by the surplus of undone suits, ties, and kicked off heels, participating in the exchange of betting tickets. Nice. He was no stranger to the hype of extreme sports, but this wasn’t a usual hangout spot for him. Nicki’s company was a familiar comfort that took the edge off as they weaved through the crowd, passing the rabble of mixed reviews on the outcome of the match. A bloody participant was his main focus– “Nicki’s fighter”, he was introduced as. That earned a smile. 

Athletic: check. If he’s willing to let people swing fists at him for some cash, chances are he’d take the day off for an easier job, right? The convincing part was uncomplicated, though faced with hesitancy about the no-violence bit. Simple set up: collect a package from the Starz’s elected official, it’s all wired up with tracking and sound feedback to assure fairness, and deliver it to a location while avoiding capture and/or loss of said package. This would be the first step to protecting them and theirs. With a nurturing corner in NYC’s drug market, the Starz needed more than just Rex’s natural charisma and eye for detail, and Tala’s healing hands to keep their numbers safe when things got heated. Corruption that the other established powers had due to the influence of illegal weapons was not in the cards for them. Whether or not he knows the depth of this decision, the nameless “Nicki’s fighter” agreeing to play this game means more to them, and Rex, than he could possibly fathom. 

They were to meet at an awful, 3 A.M., he’d say. Midtown Manhattan. Half pay up front, he’d say. When the two broke away from the MMA star just outside, he made the deal, and even sweetened it with the promise of a test run of Starz’s finest narcotics. His treat, his place, whenever he felt so inclined.

[howlingatstarz]

What sky peering from among superstructures was a dingy dark shade. A smog-stained twilight, starless except for a single female loitering at a block corner. Back against the once-white bricks, tired eyes flickering between the device in her palm and the cracked sidewalks surrounding her. Screen bright with nonstop messages, groupchat bustling with feverish excitement of the sport to come. A gentle smile pulling at her lips, enthusiasm contagious. Her crew had always burned with such passion.

Tala had been working with a select few to gauge the general abilities of the starlets. A common issue cropping up in nearly every scenario, but she found a baseline, a foundation to build upon. And it was there in her face the entire time, the golden key doubling as the cement that binded them. Mobility. They were young overall, passion where there should be experience, and even if it got the job done, passion and luck could only take you so far. But now it was time to change that. And what better way for the competitive lot to earn experience than a cat-mouse game?

A rowdy pair stumbled near in a haze, laughs ringing harshly in her ears for a moment but it soon past, their interests elsewhere. Teeth worrying at her bottom lip as she watched the tipsy couple totter away. Time was a ficklish thing, although the she-wolf longed to spend a bit more on training, the nature of the sport would still leave them ill prepared. For this kind of thing, hands-on would sharpen their reaction and wit faster. With the strangers lumbering out of sight, Tala sighed quietly, turning her attention back to the screen, pulling up Rex's last text message. An underground fighter, guaranteed stamina and strength, perfect fit for the job. No fun if their champion ran out of steam mid-sport. At the sound of a heavy shuffle, the brunette lifted her head to see an overweight figure dragging their feet across the street from her, probably not Nicki's boy. Another short sigh, shifting the heavy bag at her hip, idly musing if Peaks was to take part in the run.

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You can’t tell me this wouldn’t make the most badass-looking ring gear of all time.

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Brian Aragon

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