mistersionis
"Oh… how fantastic… the self-proclaimed ‘king’ of Gotham."
"It isn't self-proclaimed."
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mistersionis
"Oh… how fantastic… the self-proclaimed ‘king’ of Gotham."
"It isn't self-proclaimed."
"Why am I wasting my time with you...?"
"A Tommy Gun is a little cliche sure. But I can't imagine life without one!"
There is a low growl that comes deep within her throat, claws out, bloodied, and ready to slice this bastard at any given time. “Good,” she snarls out as she cracks her neck. Wounds begin to heal despite the blood that stains her outfit for the night. “Because I want them to know me. I want them to obsess. I want them to know their inevitable death.” She lifts a hand, knuckles white with the strain, “Try it. I can not be killed.”
"Kid, you just said it for yourself. Inevitable death. Everyone can and is gonna die. Hell, even Superman! At least, y'know. I'm pretty sure. He ain't my jurisdiction anyway." The mobster slowly shook his head a hand on his hip. "Now listen, I'm in a good mood. I had a wonderful breakfast this morning, great little diner. Who doesn't like a good omelette? Anyway." Roman cleared his throat. "Point is. I'm giving you two more chances. I'm not this generous usually. Two more chances to get the FUCK out of my business. One more shot for you to fuck up freely, after that, you do it again, yer dead. And I am NOT going to fight you right now, stop acting tough. This is a favorite suit of mine, I don't plan on ruining it."
Know that the mask destroys one identity while creating a- nother of greater power. As Roman Sionis I was weak, but as Black Mask…there is no o- ne stronger.
[ FOLLOW ]
Gotham City
"MY city."
mistersionis
Your men are like cockroaches. They will not stop.
"Funny thing really. I was just thinking about ya. Y'see my boys can't get you out of their minds, which means neither can I. Besides the fuckin' claw marks on Jerry are distracting. You could have just killed 'im but no. I got a permanent reminder of how much of a impudent broad you are." He inhaled. "This is turnin' into a speech, so let me get to the point. Stay out of my business, or this is going to become personal. By that, I mean you ARE going to die, by my hand. Slowly! I WILL take the time to enjoy it."
crime themed starter sentences.
Includes drug and violence tw, a mix of which muse is the criminal, if not both.
“Your mother would be ashamed of you.”
“C’mon, the cops are stupid, they’ll never catch us.”
“The car’s a piece of junk anyway, they’re not gonna miss it.”
“Carry on the way you’re going and you’re gonna end up in prison.”
“I’m not that much of a scumbag, I don’t steal from old ladies.”
“One last score, then we’re out of the game, what do you say?”
“I’m only doing this because I need to pay my dealer.”
“Prison? Occupational hazard.”
“They pissed me off, I made sure they won’t be walking for a while, no biggie.”
“So you’re a drug runner or a drug dealer?”
“Prison ain’t too bad, you’ve got a bed and they feed you.”
“I get all tingly when you break into cars like that.”
“I do it for the thrill – and to fund my drug habit.”
“Did you kill him/her?”
“I never meant to hurt anyone!”
“I needed the money, what else could I do.”
“We grew up around criminals, of course we became them.”
“What kind of example are you setting for your kids?”
“I grew up, you probably should too.”
“He had it coming.”
“I just gave him his final warning.”
“I’m calling the cops!”
“I’m passionate about two things, bank robbery and you.”
“I’m a street rat, but I’m good at it.”
“Dealing in an alley, classy as ever.”
“If you don’t have my money, you know I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”
“Bonnie and Clyde made this look so much more glamorous.”
“One day we’ll be rich and we won’t have to do this anymore.”
“That’s not your wallet is it?”
“So I got in a fight, they owed me money.”
"What can't a pair of 1911's get ya?"
"I'm on my way from misery to happiness today~!"
mistersionis
"What up, broski? Not often I see people in my jurisdiction."
"Broski..." Roman grunted. "And whaddya mean your jurisdiction?
"Its incredible how a leather coat and a motorcycle makes someone feel invincible."
Green eyes were blazing. So far everything within this part of Gotham City reeked of the skull-masked man and it had irritated her to the point of barging into his domain. Walking up to his desk, she slams small, elegant hands onto the desk as she leans in.
Lips curled into a scowl, “You are a thorn in my side for your activities that reside in this city. Did you know that you are trafficking drugs inside children’s toys?”
Black Mask folded his arms, slowly shaking his head. Sheesh, kids these days. Her whole display was actually kind've quaint. Roman's composure was ruined! He even had to let out a chuckle.
"So what? You buy toys a lot? An' yeah, of course I am aware. It was something I chose to do AGES ago. A classic strategy! How's this bothering you again, meta? Want me to become more than a thorn in your side?" He clenched his fists.
"Sucks. Don’t get worse than incompetent muscle. Not that I got experience with that, but same goes for teammates.”
"They count as MY teammates. I think. I guess it says something about me, comin' this far using such.. Helpful soldiers."
"Don’t make goons like they used to, huh?"
"Y'see, all the good ones end up in prison. Since you hire them first. Once all the good crop is gone, you just have the bad crop. And I am one very poor farmer."
"Hey, works for me. I’ll let you know. Gotta admire anybody who only wants to hire the best.”
"It happens when all you have at your disposal is the worst."
& mistersionis
After successfully beating the absolute crap and disarming the men that littered Sionis’ building, Laura walked into his office as if she’d taken the quickest route. Brushing her fingers along the fur lining of the jacket she wore, she eyed the man before her.
"You."
Roman was just about to take a sip of his newly poured scotch, so much for that. Place the drink back down on his desk, the man shook his head. "You couldn't of been a few seconds later, I was in the middle of something. Didn't even get a taste yet!" Standing up he calmly removed his suit jacket, folded it, and placed it on the back of his leather chair. "I don't know why you come into my building, beat up my soldiers. Soldiers, huh, can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. Anyway!" He pointed at the girl. "What the FUCK are you doing, IN MY office!?"