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                       she bites her tongue, let him be cocky. if the wasteland hasn’t already, it will break him like it has everyone else.  ❛  careful  of  the  slavers  then,  they’d  break  you  in,  in  a  heartbeat.  who  are  you  lookin’  for  anyways ?  ❜

Bold of her to assume he can be broken. Don’t test this plucky boy scout personality.  

“ Why must I be looking for something? Am I not allowed to simple explore? “   Of course he was looking for someone, not that it was any of this woman’s business to know        though.

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         ❛  careful,  death  isn’t  the  worst  thing  in  the  wasteland,  not  by  a  long  shot.  ❜   //  @mcnpetit: sc.

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    “ I think I’ve been in worst s i t u a t i o n s           honestly a little bit of life threatening action                    doesn’t hurt every once in awhile. “

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The circumstances that led Jessica up to this point were complicated, and she really didn’t feel like rehashing too many unimportant details. “Please. This guy he just…I looked away for a second and when I looked back he’d grabbed my bag. And..I really really–” She placed her hands together to emphasize the amount of desperation she was feeling. “–need help getting it back. My uncle is um..he is an inventor and I was suppose to be taking these parts to him but now..I…I don’t know what to do! They are super expensive and like…irreplaceable!”

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Tintin put up his hands to silence the girl, hoping to calm her down for a moment and actually breathe.  

“ Relax miss, just tell me which direction the thief went. “

He didn’t bother with asking for any sort of notable features.  Surely it can’t be too hard to spot a man with a woman’s purse. 

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                                                            efrideet always loved the streets at night, the veins of the city and how they pulsated and throbbed. the last city truly never slept, and it was easy to see from the wall, from the marketplaces that lined it in parts. her eyes watched the world as it turned, and she wondered for a moment what lady jolder would think. how her eyes would light up. it wasn’t a golden age, not yet, but it looked remarkable all the same. hearing quick footsteps, her brow raises to look at the teenager that’s maybe a few feet away. the hunter’s head tilts to the side as she just watched him for a few minutes.        ❛  shouldn’t  you  be  in  bed ?  ❜  //  @mcnpetit: sc.

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Snowy quickly yelped, alerting Tintin that woman had addressed him. The young M A N adverting his attention towards her. He paused from his previous pursuit, his chest heaving as he made an attempt to catch his breath. 

“ Damn, lost him...”

He cursed under his breath, bending down on a knee to calm his small terrier from waking up the quiet streets. 

“ You wouldn’t have happened to see a rather large drunk man stumbling around have you? “

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@stonedeafdog​ (sc. )

“  Well I        ”

Tintin’s mind raced as he tried to find some sort of excuse as to why exactly he was breaking and entering a suspicious building. Usually a well thought out rebuttal was prepared but honestly he wasn’t expecting to be caught. 

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the light of my life

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@smilemasked​ (sc. )

Tintin was being followed. That much he knew.  Not that he didn’t expect to be----

 after all sneaking into private property usually didn’t resort to any sort of positive reactions. He took a deep breath before  swinging his body around in a quick motion. His flashlight illuminating the dark path behind him. 

 “ Who’s there? Show yourself! “

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       Foot adjusted atop his shoulder, keeping the man pinned with her foot         against his shoulder. Kassandra prepared a strike just in case he was an           enemy- but fortunately he wasn’t. No enemy of hers would surrender and           show genuine show for no harm. Lifting up her foot, she removed herself           from him and looked down at his frame.                          ❝You should see me in action. Just who are                       you anyways? And why near my hideout?❞

You know, he was half expecting the woman to at least lend a hand and help him up after the sudden attack on his person; however he was the one who provoked it. Perhaps he deserved the threat after quietly following a woman with a rather large weapon in hand.

He hoisted himself up, dusting his trousers off with his hands before offering said filthy hand towards the woman. A somewhat of a peace offering handshake as he made an attempt to introduce himself.

 “ My name’s Tintin     ; I’m a reporter. Sort of my job to follow up on odd happenings and....you seemed like you’d lead me towards one. “

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               ❛     ON A CASE ?    ❜      she isn’t sure if this is suspicion or worry she’s feeling but her shoulders tense, just slightly. gaze is cast back into the apartment behind her.      ❛     you know, officer, i have a lot of work to get back to, so maybe you could just come by again later.    ❜

“           what? Oh! “

He laughed albeit a bit nervously as he shook his head, pulling at the lapels of his jacket and showing her the inside. Revealing no badge pinned onto the material.

“ You’re mistaken. I’m not part of the police force. I’m a reporter. “

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@mcnpetit || Talon AU! Starter Call

“I didn’t come here to hurt civilians, boo, so if you know what’s good for you then you’ll get out of the way. Now.” No matter what she did that sing-song voice of hers would never sound intimidating. Perhaps she was too soft, but what was the point of unnecessary hurt? 

“ I understand where you’re coming from but I’m not exactly a civilian. “ 

His hand’s grip on the camera strapped around his neck tightened. As if in preparation for           s o m e t h i n g  to happen to it.  

He’s been itching to get some sort of photographic evidence of Talon’s actions and he was not about to let this one slip.

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can someone please just get this boy the sequel he deserves.

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more Tintin!

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[ ooc ] tintin’s baby ass face keeps getting confused for a child and i fucking  c  a n t 

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@culthcnt​ ( sc. )

            “ You’re pretty handy with that spear      ” 

Tintin smiled nervously as he had become face to face with the pointed end. His body pushed into the dirt as he lay on his back, pinned down with only the woman’s foot. 

He rose his hands in front of him in a look of surrender and innocence; hoping to show the threat he meant no harm. 

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                SHE BLOCKS THE DOOR, palms flush against the doorjam.  it would all be fine  —  if she didn’t still have a stolen painting propped up against the living room wall.      ❛     what is this about, exactly ?    ❜

           It was clear this woman wasn’t moving      ,            he’d have to find another way in.  

           “ I’ve got leads on a case that have                traced back to this exact spot. “

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@tnkts​

    “ If you don’t have any leads on this case,      then I don’t think we should continue this conversation; ma’m. “