"So you’re not goin’ to a costume party?”
"--...no, dipshit, I'm not going to a fucking costume party."
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"So you’re not goin’ to a costume party?”
"--...no, dipshit, I'm not going to a fucking costume party."
❝ mild? are you from gotham or something? ❞ She swears a lot and it catches the well behaved blonde by surprise but not enough to make her falter. ❝ nope, can’t say i have. but you know uh— there’s a guy that kind of takes care of that stuff around here.❞
"Nah. I'm just used to being the only form of thug control around."
Hit Girl was known for being merciless, but she didn't kill indiscriminately. You had to be actual scum, or irreparably in the way so--the occasional small talk didn't detract from her career.
"Yeah, I've heard of that motherfucker. I've also heard he's got a moral complex the size of a fucking horse and I'm frankly not a fan. Sounds like you are though."
How can you act like you know When all you know is to lie? Another truth to expose, Freedom will capture their eyes. We find this truth We fight. You lose.
Watch your head spin Like a mesocyclone Bouncing off the walls Now there's nowhere to run Like a bullet---meant to be shot You're the target Dead on the spot When I focus, I never miss
❝ i’d make a crack about halloween but this city has taught me not to laugh at people dressed weird.❞ She also works with one but that’s neither here nor there.
"--really? I'm finding the area pretty mild. Then again good call. Laughing usually gets a bullet to the face."
No attempt is made to censor her words, as once she's in full uniform she's holding nothing back.
"Pleasantries aside--you see some motherfuckers dressed all in black running by? Probably with a look of sheer fucking terror painted across their ugly mugs?"
A shifty stature sits uncomfortably at a small table, eyes falling down to the device within his palm as if it would predict her arrival. His uneasy nature was cause of the small white lie he’d used to lure the expected party in with, a nervousness apparent by the constant surveying of passing civilians as well as entering patrons. His neck swivels before falling back in place straight ahead, dreading the reaction she’d give when the conversation wasn’t quite as … risky as he’d played it off to be. But it didn’t matter. He needed to talk to her — this might be his last chance to coarse her into joining Justice Forever.
She's out of uniform but undeniably on guard, heavily armed even then beneath her khaki jacket and simple black jeans. Confident stride has her dropping soundlessly into the seat opposite him, mannerisms that of a trained assassin even as of late--in the midst of her attempts to rewire her nature against it. Not a moment of observation passes before a blonde brow raises incredulously. "Well you're not bleeding heavily and there doesn't seem to be anyone chasing you. The hell's so fucking important?" The lack of a 'curse jar' in the vicinity frankly had her amping up the profanity just for the heck of it.
Well that’s fucking sharp.
God, he needed like… Body armor or something. All these peoples with sharp things and things that shoot bullets were making him question his life choices.
"Tadd. Just checking out where all the noise was coming from."
He cleared his throat then before, snorting.
"Oh, and two… One.”
"Well, Tadd, then you better clear the fucking area." The last part of his response was taken--be it true or not--as an indication he wasn't taking her seriously, and she grins as she flips the dagger over in her hand.
Here she releases it, sending the weapon hurtling into a doorway off to the right, where it impales one of the last of her approaching assailants. "I'm serving up just desserts on a bloody platter, and you've just walked into the crossfire."
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"There’s a list for ‘baddies’?” He blinked, raising an eyebrow at the girl in front of him. “Slow your roll, eh? There’s no need for cutting out throats. “
Of course not dipshit. It's a turn of phrase. Well, it is now. Really, it was getting ridiculously hard to speak to people these days. Was the national IQ dropping? A dagger is produced from her belt, and she speaks in a bored tone, "4...3..."
[ Text; Mindy ] Pizza? Joe's on Carmine - I can be there in half an hour.
[ Text; Dave ] I know the place. C u then.
”—It was an innocent question.”
"--no such thing."
[ Text; Mindy ] Need to talk in person - too ricky over the phone
[ Text; Mindy ] Risky, damn it.
Okay, so maybe that wasn’t exactly the truth — but how else was he going to get her to talk to him?
There's a long delay, a general distaste for the context of this entire thing lingering.
[ Text; Dave ] Fine. The hell is this meant to be at?
You goin’ to a costume party, kid?
"You wanna mind your own business jackass?"
[ Text; Mindy ] Time to meet? Need to talk to u.
[ Text; Dave ] The time but not the patience for bullshit. What do you want to talk about?
[ Text; Mindy ] Hey - u busy?
[ Text; Dave ] ...your timing could be worse. What's up?