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“You’re fired.”

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3 & 19 ! C8

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3: Has your OC gone through different incarnations during their stay on Tumblr? Were they reimagined or have they stayed the same all this time? 

(Mmmmmm-not particularly? D8;;;;; River’s the first and only OC except for one other who’s password I forgot that I have going on Tumblr; and aside from little things with my bruh Cherry on Skype sometimes, I haven’t roleplayed her anywhere else. River easily let’s herself get ‘defined’ by the people she chooses to hang around with though, so there’s room for that to change. xD

If anything she WAS supposed to be more of a ‘serious’-chill than the Alpha Dork she is currently, so she has changed a tad. =0)

19: Have they ever been injured? Sick? How do they deal with it? 

(PFFFFFT WHEN YOU’RE A PROFESSIONAL KILLER, IT’S WEIRD NOT TO GET INJURED… Almost all of her scars have an interesting story to them, too. River doesn’t get sick very often, though, she keeps herself in shape and tries to stay reasonably healthy; because she doesn’t have TIME to be ill.

River can take care of injuries/illnesses that aren’t extremely serious, but if she HAS to, she’ll willingly seek the services of back-alley doctors or the like… She’s not in the ‘system’, so she can’t really crash at a hospital without risking suspicion.)

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█ ♛ ▌ NUCLEARLEGACY  ▌HIS ROYAL MAJESTY ;

                         “HOLD YOUR TONGUE ---                                                                   I am not DRUNK.”

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Six blocks and still counting... Not impressive, but in a city as expansive as Gotham, that was more than enough grounds to write-off the male’s constant presence a ways behind her as mere coincidence. An enemy? Someone she ‘slighted’ somehow? From this distance, she couldn’t be sure if he was familiar; but whoever this was, he wasn’t very skilled at tailing people... The stench of amatuerity, while a bit amusing, is almost insulting.

Might as well say ‘hi’. Thus, she ducks into a side-alley the first chance given.

And when he rounds that corner as expected, River is right there WAITING for him. Like a hawk, she snatches him up by the front of his shirt and drags the shorter guy into the alley, green eyes stone cold and unblinking as she raises him near eye-level against a building’s wall... Slowly, for good measure.

“Fifteen seconds.”

“You have fifteen seconds to tell me why you’re following me, darling, before I pile-drive you into that extra-ripe dumpster next to us. I suggest you use them wisely.”

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Flour dusted both hands to the elbows and liberally coated the front of the ruffled pink apron but the kitchen was near immaculate. One did their best to keep the Falcone's house tidy if one could. The woman hummed softly as she slipped the cake pan into the prewarmed oven-- had there really been a time when she hadn't liked Opera? It seemed a long time ago now-- but the sound of a door had her straightening with a frown. It wasn't Victor, you never could hear him creeping around, and it surely wasn't the Don, slamming doors struck her as too impolite for him though her judgement was rather skewed when it came to Carmine these days. Still... It should be a bit early for his return tonight. She wiped her hands on her apron, skirting the large island.    "Holly? Is that you?"