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❝ Just worry about not driving us into a tree- ❞ Sticking her head out once she had rolled down the window. One of the snallygasters was still within her sight - she couldn't say the same for the other. It had disappeared back into the darkness just beyond the dirt road. ❝ Fuck. ❞ Eyes darting, looking for the lost one while also keeping tabs on the one that continued to trail them.

❝ Son of a - I can't see where the other one went! ❞

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“Can I stay for a bit?” it took a lot to get there, some strings were pulled, a body or two dumped. It all had worn on her, she looked like she had aged years in the span of a couple of months. Jochebed hated it when things went sour, it bothered her more than most. She was so delicate. It was a trait that endeared her to some…while making her an all too easy target for others to prey on.

“Just need time for things to calm,” chances were he’d be looking for her since her attempt to backstab failed. If incompetence had been considered she would have handled it herself. But it was just so messy, it made her stomach churn.

Jochebed believed that she would be safe with Hector, that despite his…personality he still cared for her wellbeing. Certainly helped that she had missed him dearly.

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What’s a trope you love and will never get tired of?

What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?

💖 - when the two opposing sides have to work together to survive. taking "you can't live without me" literally. but also seeing both parties begrudgingly work together is always gold. it would always have a special place in my heart.

🚫 - the 'i'm too good to get hit - but i land every punch' trope. let your muse get hit every so often. it builds character. i said my piece.

munday questions. @bxltway

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‘Hubba Hubba

oh.

hubba tester. @bxltway

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🩸

❝ Let me guess. I should see the other guy? ❞

She lets out a soft huff, muffled by her mask. She can't help it - it's a reactive response. To let her dark humor slip through. Stepping forward, she inspects him. There was a part of her that didn't care whose blood it was - just as long as it wasn't his.

Lifting a hand to wipe away the blood that was splattered across an icy blue lens. She half expects him to grab her wrist, to stop her. Play the part after all. But when he doesn't - she lets her touch linger just a moment longer. ❝ Hate to see your dry cleaning bill after this. ❞

blood. @bxltway

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"You’re playing with fire."

❝ What's a little risk? ❞

There's a smirk hidden behind the mask. It was a play pulled from her back pocket. Not usually her style, but it worked. It got them to live just a little bit longer. ❝ That's all you seem to know after all. ❞ Head gives a slight tilt. ❝ But god forbid someone else becomes a bit reckless - then it's a problem. ❞

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[umbrellamedic]

💢

Send 💢 to see my muse struggle with something they are bad at!

This is embarrassing for everyone involved. Bertha is sure of it. Well. The rogue bioweapon laying still on the ground, bleeding everywhere and never to get back to again, is not embarrassed. But Bertha is, and she feels the man clinging to get and sobbing certainly should be.

Some junior scientist who managed to survive a containment breach long enough for the security service to put down all hostile BOWs that the medic doesn't know the name of. Honestly, if this is how he behaves after one little brush with death, he doesn't deserve to be the one to make it out alive. He's taller than Bertha and has his arms wrapped tight around her, pressing them together while he cries his thanks into her shoulder.

She pats his side, the movement stiff. "Let go." This, it seems, is taken as an invitation to cry louder and begin rambling about how scared he's been and how happy he is to be alive. This is not her intended meaning. She looks to Beltway in the hopes that he can tell she wants help with removing this problem. She cannot simply kill the man- Umbrella will want to question him about the incident- but she really, really wants to.

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wearing a handmade mask by Amelia. "They call me...budget Batman." A fist hits him in the side.

It was an abrupt laugh - almost toeing the line of a snort. Caught off guard by just having walked through the door. ❝ So this is what you two have been up to- ❞ Eyes tip down towards Amelia, hair done up in slightly off-skewed pigtails. ❝ I take it you're not Robin? ❞

❝ I'm half-priced Harley. ❞

That tracks - at least makes sense as to why she was trying to beat Hector up with an inflatable bat along with her fists.

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