OH, DARLING !

indie darling / monica from edgar wright's baby driver canon diverg. by tess.

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@heroheart. call.

    monica’s been standing here for a little while now, looking inconspicuous as she can manage as she waits across the street from the unlucky jewellery store that just so happens to be their target today. she’s got a gun beneath her coat, a scarf about her neck that’ll hide her face in a few minutes’ time, and she knows the part she needs to play when all this kicks off. it’s just a matter of waiting for jason to show up, along with their getaway driver, before she has to play terrified victim #1. 

    it’s a good plan. of course, that plan never took into account someone all but bowling her off of her feet and spilling coffee all over her Respectable Woman Outfit. her response is immediate, and also very loud: ‘ ah, fuck! ’ it’s also that exact moment where she sees the car pull up just a little further down the road, though she doesn’t stare. nobody gives a shit about some random car they’re never supposed to have seen before when someone’s just ruined their outfit, right? right.

    and so, trying to find a good level between not looking suspicious and not missing her window, she starts: ‘ can’t you watch where you’re going? ’ 

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afraidofchange.

  The shot fired makes Jamie flinch, grit her teeth. Her heart races in her chest. Of all the years she’s been here, never once has the thought of armed robbery crossed her mind. 

   “Look, I can be.. reasonable,” The shove catches her off guard in her heels, and she can already feel the sweat dripping down the back of her neck. There are protocols in place, and going along with the guy (or girl) with the gun keeps you and others safe. “It’s.. back here.” She walks, but keeps her strides short. The longer this takes, the more time it gives authorities to arrive and that gunshot is a dead giveaway to what’s going on.

    this isn’t usually her job. buddy takes the hostage, darling deals with any upstarts. he’s bigger, more intimidating, and even most men don’t try anything with a guy like that. it’s always a toss-up with her, though. people get bright ideas, think she’s going to be easy to get around just because she’s slight and pretty. well, she’s intimidating enough with the barrel of an smg pressed against the back of your head. 

    and she’s all too happy to pull the trigger if she’s given half a reason.

        ‘ move! come on! ’ 

    they don’t have all day, and not even baby will be able to get them out of here if the place is surrounded. it’s quick. it’s in and it’s out and it’s vegas, a second honeymoon, the good life. until the money runs out and they’re back to square one again. but that’s a long way off, provided monica gets her to cooperate. 

    she gives her another shove. for good measure.

        ‘ you’ve got a key card? give it to me. and get up against the wall. ’ 

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scriose.

         ‘ hm. ’ he’s sure it’s not the appropriate response, as he’s hardly made of those. chris turns in his seat to face her fully, eyebrows up, the corners of his lips turned down in a surprised ( and impressed ) kind of amusement. ‘ i wouldn’t say i played nice with buddy. really wouldn’t say i played nice with anyone. ’

    he does give off that general feeling. monica can’t say she’s too surprised. that’s just what people in this life are like though, right? bastards, every last one of them. she and jason rank on the more tolerable end of the scale, but neither of them are still people you’d bring home to meet your mother. 

    he isn’t the first asshole they’ve worked with, though. she knows he won’t be the last. 

         ‘ yeah, well you might wanna try for this job. you don’t wanna piss off me and buddy. it won’t end well for you. ’ 

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ciotogdriver.

he looks up at the familiar voice and his shoulders stiffen instinctively when she touches him before relaxing again, sitting up a little straighter to watch as she crosses to her seat. there’s no anxiety fluttering in his stomach and he briefly wonders if that’s bad. his gaze follows as she takes a sip of his coffee and he swallows thickly, trying not to flush light pink. he has rules, usually, that he follows very carefully, but she seems like an exception. maybe there’s a little anxiety now.

“hi, darlin’,” he drawls as he takes the cup and scoots it to the side. he’s not discarding it, he just can’t stare at the lipstick right now. he pulls one earbud out and leans forward like he had been before she interrupted, looking at her with a slight smile. “ain’t hard to tell if it’s me, right? look for a giant wearing sunglasses.” he winks, realizes she can’t see it, and tips his head to wink again once it’s within view from over the glasses.

“where’s buddy?” a pause as he glances up then to her again. “y’all aren’t fightin’, are you?”

        ‘ we don’t fight. ’ at least not like regular married couples, and never for very long. still, she can appreciate that it’s odd to see her away from jason’s side. they’ve got that bonnie & clyde, all-consuming love thing going on, and it’s true enough that she would rather be with him right now. but she can live without him for a little while. ‘ he’s got some stuff to do. i said i’d meet him here later. ’ 

    it sounds like there might just be an open invitation hanging there between them. stick around, baby. monica likes him well enough-- jason too, she knows-- and she’s not averse to spending some time with him as someone other than darling. he seems like an alright guy, you know? there are worse people in atlanta to hang around with until they leave for vegas, anyway. 

        ‘ are you gonna be a gentleman and buy me a coffee? ’ 

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stellaluminis.

                   ❝ Never seen him before in my life. ❞  Nimia knows she replies  too  quickly,  knows she’s a shit liar.  She hasn’t a clue what’s going on,  but there’s something about  him  that clues her in that this woman is probably someone to be wary of.  So she puts on as bright a smile as she can.  ❝ So what can I get you? ❞

    neither of them are particularly good liars. she’s too quick with her answers and, well, handsome over there looks like he’s about to lose his cool if monica so much as looks the wrong way at her. it’s a familiar thing, that look, but she likes it more on jason. handsome’s easy to get along with and all, but he looks like he wouldn’t know how to stop once he starts. monica’s half his size in just about every way; she doesn’t want to get on his bad side without jason around, at the very least. 

        ‘ i’ll take a coffee. ’ she gestures to handsome, who almost seems to bristle at the action. she might not make a big deal out of this now, but monica is definitely taking note. with a glance at her name tag: ‘ him too, nimia. ’ 

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afraidofchange.

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  “Is that uh, a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Now, really, really isn’t the time for the bank’s manager to be making a joke, but she’s too scared to do much else, frozen in place. 

    no, it’s really not the best time to be making jokes. but people do weird shit when they’re scared. monica’s heard worse, seen worse, and she’s past letting it faze her. 

    jason fires off a shot, someone screams, their third wheel shouts something into the lobby and monica produces her gun from inside her coat finally. the nasty smile she flashes the manager is hidden behind the bandanna covering her face ( money is nice-- freedom is better ) and she simply jerks the gun off in the direction of the door to the back. with her free hand, she gives the woman a shove to get her going. 

      ‘ try anything and i’ll shoot you. office. now. ’ 

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@stellaluminis.

        ‘ you sure you don’t know my friend, here? ’ she cants her head one way, then the other, eyeing the girl up for a moment or so. they’d sure looked pretty friendly when she’s come in. 

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@scriose. call.

    ‘ don’t think buddy’s the only one you need to play nice with. ’ 

    it’s a fair warning. monica might look like just a pretty face ( the moniker helps-- who’s scared of a girl called darling, after all? ) but her claws are just as sharp as jason’s. she offers a smile here, though it’s far from the sweet one that baby might’ve gotten, sitting in the front seat, listening to tequila or whatever. this one’s just as much a warning as her words. 

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@ciotogdriver. call.

     ‘ hey, baby. ’ her fingers trail swiftly from one of his shoulders to the other as she passes behind his seat, and soon enough she takes her own. monica briefly considers his earphones, almost wonders what he’s listening to, and then reaches to take a drink from his coffee cup. might be she’s just a little too used to jason and their complete lack of boundaries. he may not be around currently, but old habits are die hard and all that. 

    returning the coffee ( now with an added lipstick stain ) she’s got one of her good smiles on. this might just be a social call. ‘ i thought that was you in the window. ’ 

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