Pull the Trigger

'Shoot straight and shoot to kill' My name's Trigger and I'm dangerous, that's all you need to know.

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Ignition spark || Chess & Trigger

[eleanxrmoody]

Asides from the parties the Palace occasionally threw, Chess had never been to an actual club. Even when the Palace was in full swing, it was never to the standards of a night club. It couldn’t be, it was too classy for that, all moody lights and expensive cocktails. But the room that Chess was about to step into was entirely different. It was a world of pulsing lights, drumming music and beats so strong and loud that she could practically hear her head splitting in two. So no, she wasn’t really ready, but nor could she be, till she’d experienced the atmosphere first hand. And there was only one way to do that. She had barely noticed the interaction between Trigger and the crappiest bouncer known to man. “Never been more so” she told him, not allowing the mask to slip even a fraction. As far as he was aware she was cool, calm and in control, and that was how it was going to stay

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On the outside all he could see was a calm and collected exterior, but he could almost sense that it wasn't the same for her inside. He didn't mention anything, just gave his cocky smile and opened the door. The volume of the music increased immediately, and he placed his hand on the small of her back lightly, guiding her inside, almost protectively. The club wasn't too busy yet, but already there were people in varying degrees of intoxication, and the bar was already gathering up a crowd. It was warm and dark, but the air was electric like a live wire. He walked further into the club and looked around, surveying the place. "What do you think?" He said bending head a little closer to her and speaking just above the average level to be heard clearly. "Do you want a drink?" he asked, gesturing towards the bar. 

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Gun Talk || Alice & Trigger

[triggeringmadness-blog]

She let her lips fall into a smile, wringing gloved hands. “I wonder about many things. Such as, which of these customers will be dead by tomorrow. Which of them is having an affair with the woman next door and things they can keep it a secret. Why you pretend to drink, is it for the image or meerly a habit to blend in?” She smirked wider, giving him a glance before scanning the bar again. She moved on without hesitation, it wasn’t that she needed an answer. She just liked posing questions.

"I have some things, things I might need done. You’re little friend Charlie has helped me once before, but for this I feel you might be better suited." She paused to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "How far are you willing to go to get a job done? Can you take orders without questioning them?"

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He didn't look around as she made inquiries about the people around them, he just smiled faintly to himself. Neither did he react when she mentioned his drinking, he just pretended to take another sip, not intending to give an answer, and knowing she wouldn't need one. He was acting for everyone else, not her and she knew that. It would have been pointless to try and fool her. 

His interest peeked when she hinted about a job. Obviously it was something she couldn't do herself, otherwise it would already be done, so it left him wondering what these 'things she needed doing' might be. He paused as if contemplating her questions for a few seconds, letting the silence hang in the air. "It depends how much I'd be getting in return. For the right price, I'd go as far as it took. After all the necessary risk assessment of course. I don't go into a job mindlessly, I'd ask the right questions, and if I couldn't complete it without... impairing myself, I'd reconsider." He answered truthfully. Morals or difficulty wouldn't come into question, and he was willing to put himself in danger, just as long as he knew he could come out on top if he played the game right. 

[heiressacker-deactivated2018111]

Perfect! 

Before you get me out of my dress, though, may I have the honor of knowing the name of my knight in shining armor?

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I'm Trigger. And you are?

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Ignition spark || Chess & Trigger

[eleanxrmoody]

"Oh" she nodded, turning on her heel to face back to him, narrowing her eyes slightly at him. "I’m not scared of anything" she told him pointedly, following him slowly, at her own pace - so as not to look like she was following him, her hands stuffed into her jeans pocket. When they reached the door, she couldn’t help but frown, an eyebrow raised, and look around to make sure she wasn’t about to head into some den of inequity where she wouldn’t get out alive. "How chivalrous of you" she deadpanned, rolling her eyes as she slipped in past him, heading down the stairs and into the darkness. "Hurry up shit head" she called as she disappeared down the stairs

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He smiled as she called the insult back up the stairs, following her without hesitation. They passed down two flights of stairs, dim bulbs were the only thing shedding the dingy light on the steps then finally they reached another door. At this point he could already hear the pumping of a loud bass, and feel the vibrations through the floor. He pushed the second door open, taking the lead once again, and this time they were confronted by a bouncer, guarding the entrance to the club. Trigger smiled politely and walked across to the man. "I'm Trigger, I should be on the guest list." He said simply. The man made no reaction but to check the list in his hand. "I'm going to need some kind of ID," he said, as if bored out of his mind. Trigger slipped him a small piece of paper, and the man looked it over carefully before nodding, and gesturing for them to enter. "You ready darling?" He asked, turning back to Chess. 

[heiressacker-deactivated2018111]

That’s not exactly my area of expertise. How big a flame does Balenciaga make?

[ready-aim-trigger]

That's not really my area of expertise. I can start a fire though, if that's what you need. 

[heiressacker-deactivated2018111]

“Someone wore the same dress as me to a premiere I was covering. I guess I have to burn it now. How long does it take to start a bonfire?”

[ready-aim-trigger]

Depends how big the bonfire is.

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Ignition spark || Chess & Trigger

[eleanxrmoody]

The minutes felt like hours, steadily ticking by, but the reality was certainly less than that. After a while, the exhilaration somewhat worse off, taken over by a sense of calm Chess hadn’t felt in a long time. When Trigger finally slowed the bike, Chess stayed seated for another ten or so seconds, slightly dazed from the experience, before she eventually pulled off the helmet, blinking a few times. “Huh? Oh, oh right”. They had arrived, and Chess had been thrown off course, but it was time for the mask to go back on, for the game to continue. “Yeah, obviously” she scoffed a second later, jumping off the bike wobbly, taking a second to gain her balance. “Down here then?” she asked, peering into the darkness cautiously

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He nearly chuckled at how dazed she was, but just like lightening, she snapped back into the act, and he had to play along. He got off and took the keys out of the ignition, straightening his jacket. "No, it's back on the street." He said, nodding back towards the lamp lit street ahead. "Not scared of the dark are you?" He asked innocently, beginning to walk back at a casual pace, knowing that once they got inside, he'd barely get the chance to hear her voice again. On the street, he lead the way past a few shops until they got to a door. It was just an ordinary door, stuck between a run down Chinese restaurant, and some tacky second hand shop. He pushed it and it opened onto a set of stairs leading down. Turning back to Chess he smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Ladies first."

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Ignition spark || Chess & Trigger

[eleanxrmoody]

A short, somewhat strangulated shriek escaped her as the bike revved up and, without warning, moved away. “You little fuck” she muttered under her breath, tightening her grip around his waist. Every sense in her was alive, and her eyes burned slightly as the wind sliced past her. She forced her eyes to stay open, to take in London blurring past them. He was dangerous, swerving to avoid traffic, but she loved it. This was so….out of character for her, and she took every single moment to absorb it all. And, of course, it did help that she was sharing a bike with a ridiculously attractive bloke. That did help. A lot.

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He laughed as she shrieked, only going faster, and he felt her grip tighten on him, and it was brilliant. He hoped this wouldn't be the last time he'd ever have her on the back of his bike. He could tell it was her first time, and that it was new and unnatural for her. He wanted to ride with her until she moved with the bike as he did, every sway and swerve and turn. He saw people turn their heads as they roared past, and knowing they were seeing him with her, made him feel this game was really worth playing. After about 10 minutes, they neared their destination, a seemingly unassuming street in the middle of London. He turned sharply down a narrow alley, and pulled to a stop right at the end. It was going to be dark soon, and with no lighting in the alley, the shadows would keep it safe from anyone's sight. "We're here, you can let go now. If you want to of course," He said over his shoulder with a slight smirk as he took his helmet off. 

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Ignition spark || Chess & Trigger

[eleanxrmoody]

When she saw the bike, she was almost convinced to turn around, to tell him this was stupid. She didn’t though. Cabs were expensive and slow afternoons were dull. She may have lost her life on one the death motorbikes, but at least she’d have fun doing it. “I’m willing to try anything” she countered, pulling the helmet over her unruly hair, before realising that she was going to have to deal with ‘helmet hair’ when she got to wherever they were going…but that was something to come. She first had to survive the ride. Slightly hesitantly she moved to sit on the bike, unstable for a moment or two before her feet found their grip. “I’ll just cling on really tight if I feel I’m going to fall” she shrugged. “Lucky you”

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He grinned as she took the helmet definantly, and pulled his own over his head. As she climbed on behind him, he smiled to himself, at the thought that he'd soon be riding as fast as he could, while she clung on tight behind him. Turning the key in the ignition, he revved the bike a few times, feeling the engine hum beneath him. Then making sure Chess was holding on, he pulled away swiftly, without saying a word. Racing down the streets and swerving between the traffic, Trigger felt his heart rise up in his chest, just as it always did when he was riding, only this time, he had the subject of his desire sitting right behind him, sharing the experience. 

[eleanxrmoody]

And what if I get bored of you and decide to stop playing?

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I'll probably be bored of you too. 

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Ignition spark || Chess & Trigger

[eleanxrmoody]

"I can see" she commented with a wry nod, still debating whether or not to throw him a length. On the one hand, if she disappeared her mother would definitely kill her and ban her from leaving the house ever again, on the other…what was life without a little bit of parental rebellion. "Alright then" she agreed after a short pause, moving away from him, before turning back to face him. "But, if you bore me, then you won’t even notice I’ve gone" she added with another shrug. "Keeps things interesting that way - sets you a challenge" she grinned toothily, exaggerating the last word before cutting across the floor to the door, waiting for him expectantly 

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He watched her walk, a smile growing on his lips. "I never planned on letting you get bored." He said not yet following her across the floor. "You're a challenge all on your own." He said a little teasingly. As she reached the door, he walked after her, wondering just how much she was risking for this. The thought only made this more satisfactory. He lead her outside to where he'd parked his motorbike and he got on handing her a helmet and looking up at her expectantly. "You don't mind riding do you?" He asked almost daringly. 

[eleanxrmoody]

Then why play the game?

[ready-aim-trigger]

Playing is prize enough, and winning or losing would only put an end to it. 

[eleanxrmoody]

A very long time, seeing as you’re not going to win

[ready-aim-trigger]

Perhaps I don't intend to win.

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Ignition spark || Chess & Trigger

[eleanxrmoody]

"Is it?". For all of Chess’s sharp tone and sarcasm, for all her biting wit and bravado, she had very little real world experience. Her world was limited to the flat and the Palace. That was as far as she went, and she couldn’t deny that the thought of getting out, of doing something wild and new sent her heart racing. Yes, she played the bad girl role, but she’d never had any experience…now was as better time as any to try new things. "Oh, you promise do you?" she nodded slowly, before steadily reaching up to run a delicate finger along his cheek. "Making promises to me is a dangerous game you know?" she told him shortly lowering her hand and standing away from the table so the gap between them was even smaller. "But I can see you like dangerous games"

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He didn't lean into her touch, didn't show any signs of weakness, or success, he just looked her in the eye confidently. In his head however, he declared himself one step closer to his ideal, and celebrated, reveling in her touch. "My life is a dangerous game." He said still not moving as she neared him, he'd let her make the move this time. "But I can afford a few risks." He smirked, tilting his head slightly. "So what do you say? We haven't got all night." He raised an eyebrow. "Unless you agree of course, and then we've got til sunrise."

[eleanxrmoody]

Oh? How boring

[ready-aim-trigger]

Yet if I whined and moaned and begged, you'd find that boring as well. There's no winning with this game and you know it, but I'm playing for the long run. 

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Ignition spark || Chess & Trigger

[eleanxrmoody]

Presumptuous. Oh he was so much fun. Sometimes she had to resist the urge to laugh at people, the slow people who played dangerous games, but with him there was something….different. He was worth the game, whilst others weren’t. And she always played to win. “Is that so?” she asked raising an eyebrow at him, smirk growing that little bit wider. He raised a good point though, she would admit that, and she contemplated her answer for a few moments, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. “I’ll get into trouble”

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He could see the decision ticking away in the head, as she weighed up the pros and cons. He smirked in return, keeping his expression unconcerned. If she agreed then this would be a success, and he'd have a wonderful night out. If she didn't, he go on with his night regardless and try again tomorrow. He'd never try the same way twice mind you. Why repeat mistakes? Not to mention that this was all about the game, and to keep her interested, he had to play a good one. "That's part of the fun." he said wondering if she was actually concerned, or if she was playing him. He leaned forward a little more, lowering his voice and speaking to her confidentially. "I know the owner of an underground club that just opened. I can get us drinks cheap, and the music's so loud you don't have to bother with conversation. Dance with me, or dance with some other random stranger, I don't care, just accompany me and I promise you'll have a good time." he said with the small smirk playing with her lips, hoping to catch her attention, but not holding his breath.