SHARP TEETH

There are wolves, they would say. And there are stories about wolves and girls. Girls in red. All alone in the woods. About to get eaten up. Wolves and girls. Both have sharp teeth.” {[Closed rp blog for Elektra ]}

[tinybutalsonottinynova]

Sam blinked. Then he blinked again. “…What was the start of this conversation?”

[perfxctdeath]

Elektra’s eyebrows drew down in confusion and she frowned, “reasons not to go to Times Square on New Year’s Eve?”

[ldyshiva]

“To the feeling,” she nodded slowly, “I have been here before. And every time, I see the same thing. The histrionics of it all. There is no grace at all. ”

[perfxctdeath]

“It depends, I suppose, on where you go and your definition of grace. New York is known for it’s taste, at least, in some aspects.” Elektra thinks of the ballet dancers and the strip of brownstones near the rundown gym she goes to.

[notthebxdguy]

“Thank you, I appreciate that, Elektra.” Matt put his hand out towards her

[perfxctdeath]

Elektra put her hand in his and laced their fingers together, “how bad is it today Matthew?” she sighed before squeezing his hand in hers and letting a smile play at the corner of her lips. “I ran into someone who isn’t a member of the Hand, though, they’re in the same business.”

[ldyshiva]

“Wherever you go in this city, the sound of the festivities follow you. It is most unfortunate,” she scowled, “the people here are hasty even in their celebrations.”

[perfxctdeath]

Elektra smiled slightly, “welcome to New York City, there is no word better to describe new yorkers than hasty, they’re always in a hurry. I take it you’re new?”

[notthebxdguy]

“I maintain that fireworks ought to be completely soundless. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with them at all.”

[perfxctdeath]

“When those get designed you’ll be the first person I tell.” 

[demons-fury]

“Friendly advice with jagged tips, no less,” Nyssa replied with a smirk on her lips, “if you are so insistent that my father is incompetent, then perhaps I shall have to seek out a new teacher. Someone who has it all figured out. And it seems you’ve just volunteered yourself.”

[perfxctdeath]

“Friendly advice, not advice said in friendship.” Elektra quirked a brow and laughed, “not your father, you. There’s quite a difference between the two. That, you demonstrated well enough on your own. Goodbye Heir of the Demon, next time maybe you won’t be so naive.”

[ldyshiva]

“Noted,” Shiva replied, “I have no interest in listening to screams over a piece of scrap metal descending from the sky.”

[perfxctdeath]

“That makes two of us, the amount of people who go into raptures over it is ridiculous.”

[demons-fury]

“I wonder why that would be. Could it be because you will be there, Elektra?” she jested, drawing closer to the Greek assassin.

[perfxctdeath]

“No, it’s because you’ll be surrounded by drunkards and druggies, and you’re new to the city. A bit of friendly advice, since Daddy didn’t teach you how to handle being a real girl.”

[perfxctdeath]

“A word of advice, there is one place you never want to be on New Years Eve, Time Square.”

[tinybutalsonottinynova]

“…Should I ask why?”

[perfxctdeath]

"If you've never been groped by someone dressed as a colorful mix of a reindeer and a clown and you don't want to be. I'd avoid it."

[docclaras]

The Greek girl? … Man, it didn’t work out.

[perfxctdeath]

“A word of advice, there is one place you never want to be on New Years Eve, Time Square.”

[bartxnbartoff-blog]

“Nah. Aren’t you missing?”

[perfxctdeath]

“I’m quite sure I know exactly where I am. The newspapers? Not so much.”

[eobardthawny]

‘I ask myself that very question, daily,’ he says, causally watching what he’s beginning to feel is this man’s last few moments alive. ‘Are you going to kill him or leave him there?’ 

[perfxctdeath]

“I don’t let people live when I know they’re just going to come after me again.” She eyed the man, glowing eyes, the yellow suit, “I can’t stand how foolish I feel when I do.” She stabbed the man, a clean, swift kill, no needless agony, no time to react. It was the way The Hand operated. “I’m not usually one to leave an audience. Is there a reason you’re here?”

[reporterwest]

Iris smiles. ‘Ohh, I better watch out. You’ve already got tricks up your sleeve,’ she laughs good-naturedly. ‘Me? My dad taught me and I’d like to think he taught me pretty well.’

[perfxctdeath]

Elektra shook her head with a smile, “no tricks, my partner was blind, and I’m almost sure he was letting me win.” 

[bartxnbartoff-blog]

“Clint. Barton.”

[perfxctdeath]

“Clint Barton, it’s got a nice ring to it. Elektra Natchios. Nice to meet you, I guess people usually freak out about now right?”

[notthebxdguy]

“Ironic,” Matt huffed, grabbed the covers, and pulled them over himself, groaning a little and closing his eyes. “And annoying.”

[perfxctdeath]

Elektra laid down over the covers and laid on her side putting her arm around his shoulder over the blanket. “Lo and behold the mighty leader of The Hand. Imagine what all those underestimating jerks would think of you now.” She grinned pressing a kiss to his temple. “Chicken and Gnocci? I’ll wash my hands a lot so you don’t have to taste gun oil.”

[demons-fury]

“Stay out of this,” she addressed, “you do not understand what is at stake.”

[perfxctdeath]

“What, your Daddy’s pride? Don’t let me stop you. Go ahead, torturing an untrained and uninitiated man, it says a lot about what he thinks your skills are.”