#hiredassault

[manaborn]

@hiredassault keeps trying to feed her 50 year old chocolate bars and moldy gum.

[natura1order]

❝   i   could   ruin   you   with   just   my   voice,   you   know   that?   ❞ / @hiredassault

“ OH, IS THAT what you think? it's a little funny, i must admit, but it'd be funnier to see you try. i'm intrigued, go ahead. ”

[jundlcndwastes]

The weather was particularly sticky that afternoon, and as she filled her canteen in the river's stream, submerging herself in its crisp, cold waters became more appealing than just drinking it. She was a princess, however, and that came with dignity. She wasn't about to undress herself without warning and go splashing about like some nymph. Once she noticed he was done filling his canteen, she said, ❝ Turn around. ❞ She motioned with her hand for him to do so. ❝ Turn around, ❞ she repeated, ❝ I want to go for a swim. ❞

☆ ───── @hiredassault :D

[xoline]

𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌  𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄;  it  always  craved  a  good  spectacle.  Like  the  one  progressing  before  her.  She  slipped  into  the  gallery  benches,  taking  a  seat  in  the  back  row  with  clear  intention.  She  wasn't  dressed  for  '  subtle  '  &  that  had  never  once  been  her  style.  Besides,  as  a  recently  acquitted  woman,  coming  back  into  the  same  courthouse  that  almost  executed  her  is  a  level  of  shamelessness  &  pettiness  she  lives  for.  Though  this  time  it  wasn't  an  ego  boost  that  had  drawn  her  out.  It  was  the  defendant.

❝   Funny.  I  was  starting  to  think  I  was  the  only  one  watching  him.   ❞   The  court  case  prattled  on  ─  attorneys,  witnesses,  jury  &  the  peanut  gallery.  She  was  here  to  add  some...  excitement  to  the  mix. She  had  big  plans  for  that  man.  But  she  wasn't  the  only  one  hunting,  was  she?  The  man  next  to  her  was  wrong.  Not  like  a  reporter,  not  like  a  victim,  not  like  a  guard,  not  like  a  bored  court  spectator.  You  learn  to  pick  up  a  few  things  by  staying  at  Joker's  side  long  enough.  ❝   If  you’re  getting  paid  for  the  corpse,  renegotiate.  ❞

❝  I  need  him  breathing  long  enough  for  the  punchline  to  land.  ❞

STARTER   CALL ///    ( @hiredassault ).

[tragedear]

MISSION DEBRIEF : there's a bra on the ceiling fan. ASSIGNED WITH : @hiredassault

her eyes had not been open long, & when they did, the first thing that came to view was the plain white ceiling & the fan spinning above them. her entire body ached from the previous night's activities. it was almost a cruelty how her body remembered every position, every spot where his calloused hands had gripped soft skin. yet, it was all a blur for her, some shameful & half-remembered thing. she'd always said that there were two wolves that howled within her : the first being a creature of longing, the kind that sang to a full moon in hopes it would one day hear her; the other a wild beast, a hunger that would later take over, leaving her somewhere bare & flushed from embarrassment.

his voice inspired her to try to move her body, wiggling her toes & fingers as if trying to get some feeling back to her limbs, before slowly propping herself up on her elbows. she could only guess what sort of tangled mess she looked like but she hadn't enough consciousness to care for that at the moment.

“ what an astute observation, ” she said, her voice a bit hoarse from the lack of hydration. she, of course, wasn't going to admit that it was more so due to the sounds she was making last night. “ what's next, you're gonna tell me i'm not wearing one? ”

[2077smerc]

29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival.

V had dealt with armed gangs, corpo assassins and things that were definitely not supposed to exist outside of nightmares.  a carnival game ?  apparently, that was where she drew the line.   V stood in front of the booth with her arms crossed, staring down the target.  the vendor had already given her the look— the one that said good luck—and V had immediately decided she needed to prove a point.  "i got this."  she muttered without looking at FLOYD.  the glare she shot him said enough.  a small ball rolled between her fingers before she tossed it . . . the target dropped cleanly.   the bell rang.   V slowly turned toward FLOYD, a smug grin spreading across her face.  

"yeah !  that’s what I thought."  she proudly collected the prize, accepting the oversized plush toy from the booth attendant with an expression that suggested she has absolutely no idea what to do with something that soft.   which is exactly why she immediately shoves it into FLOYD's hands. "there."  the contrast is ridiculous— V ! Night City mercenary, walking around with a weapon at her hip and a giant cute plushie in her hands before handing it over like it was a serious tactical acquisition.   "I figured your apartment could use something that doesn’t look like it belongs in an evidence locker."  she looked away, pretending she wasn't having fun.   "keep it, throw it away, name it something stupid. I don’t care."

[villainoustm]

@hiredassault whispered "I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s becoming a problem."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Harley runs a finger over Floyd's bicep, nails scraping gently across the fabric there, leaning in closer and closer. ❛ What took ya so long? Was it the Sims? Ya know, I can stop talking in Simlish...it'll be hard but if it's a dealbreaker fer ya, I can take it into consideration, ❜ she teases. She flutters her eyelashes, but just for a moment before she stands up on her tippy toes, throwing her arms around him and kissing him soundly.

[chancestook]

🎭 Kiss the receiver while on a pretend date (for a mission / wedding etc.). / @hiredassault

PART OF HER is wondering why she agreed to this whole thing again. if playing pretend like this was really worth catching the bad guy. going from just beginning to tolerate the other to now playing pretend girlfriend was a huge leap. tone is hushed, cassie snuggling up to the other to keep up appearances. “ do you see him yet? ” she's trying to subtly look around, figure out where their target was in the first place. attempts to survey the room are quickly interrupted as his lips are pressed against her own. quick, fleeting, though it left her dumbfounded.

there's a beat of silence, but only for a moment. a wave of emotions washes over her form, visibly taken aback. “ what the fuck was that about? ”