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Tweak says, "where's the handle?!"

quick_silver (quick_silver) wrote in athinblackline,
@ 2009-05-27 13:16:00

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Who: Pietro Maximoff, OTA
When: Wednesday, May 27
Where: Blue Block--Amusement Park
What: Pietro ventures out on his own.

Of all people he should know better by now, but Pietro was dying for a smoke. He'd been cautious about getting friendly with any of the faces that didn't belong to his sister. This wasn't home, he didn't want to make attachments, he didn't want to make friends he'd be forced to leave behind, or fight, if things didn't work out as quickly as he hoped.

But he could no longer stand being coped up, and Wanda needed her space...he still felt guilty for their training experience. Hands in his pockets, he strolled in the direction of the amusement park, eyes darting about, hoping to come across someone he might be able to buy a smoke off of.

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the_mistress
2009-05-30 12:24 pm UTC (link)

Sophia Morel had extended her stay on the island this time, having arrived for a first visit and taken quite an interest in the green man's capablities, let alone before she took to the fights.

It was still a task of hers to check out all of the island available to her, as well as take a little more note on how things worked with the mutants. The amusement park was on that list, but it wasn't her scene.

Rooting through her bag, Sophia held an unlit cigarette between her fingers, looking for the lighter, but it wasn't to be found. The pair she was walking past did though, and her feline eyes roved over them both, smirking just a little to herself.

"Which one of you fine young gentlemen possesses a lighter, might I ask?" She interjected as the handsomely gruff looking man finished speaking. As for her own outfit, fitted black trousers and just a sheer top were keeping her cool, whilst showing her cleavage to the best, but quite modest, advantage. "Mine has gone walkabout." She smirked truly then, taking them both in with an expectant look.

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quick_silver
2009-05-31 10:07 pm UTC (link)

"Heh, sorry 'bout that. Meant to be in and out before anyone noticed," Pietro said with a small grin, about to say more but cutting himself off as the new stranger approached, eyes narrowing into a vaguely distrustful look upon noticing that she didn't have a collar.

"He'd be your man. Mine's back home," he muttered, blowing out a stream of smoke and crossing his arms, looking her over with an assessing glance.

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untamedscot
2009-06-01 02:42 pm UTC (link)

Carr eyed the woman, clearly appreciating the curves visible under the demure-seeming outfit, but equally mistrustful. She was out, and uncollared, so either she worked for Revolve, or she was a visitor.

Either way, not someone he was likely to be sympathetic to. If she couldn't have had him shocked on a whim, he would have refused her the lighter. As it was, he handed it to her wordlessly, eyes narrowed as he inhaled deeply, exhaling a stream of smoke above her head.

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the_mistress
2009-06-01 09:41 pm UTC (link)

"Thank you," Sophia smiled with a look in her eyes that said she knew quite well what kept them so reserved. Mistrust, she was new, she was unknown. "Is this what they let you out for, playtime here?" Her eyes roamed around their surrounding before settling on the pair.

Taking the lighter from Carr, she lit up the cigarette, exhaling the puff of smoke after a moment, the visual impression of this with lips like hers quite interesting. "I'm not so certain how smoking helps with your jobs, it's not healthy for you, you know?" She raised an eyebrow, keeping hold of the lighter in her hand for the moment.

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	quick_silver 2009-06-03 02:17 pm UTC (link)
	Pietro's lips twisted into a forced smile around his cigarette, though his eyes narrowed into a glare. "If they don't we start knawing at the bars," he muttered, a slight bite to his voice, and he rolled his eyes. These people were sick, all of them. "Perhaps you should follow your own advice, Mame. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you now, would we? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

untamedscot
2009-06-04 05:00 am UTC (link)

Carr snorted, both at the woman's 'concern', and at Pietro's attitude. It wasn't like Carr was the sunniest of people around strangers, but Pietro's hostility was making Carr seem like a bloody Disney character.

"It's hardly playtime, pet," an endearment the name might have been, but it certainly didn't sound like one from Carr's lips. Dismissive, as if her name wasn't important. Which, to Carr, it wasn't. She was just another human, just another person standing between him and freedom. He'd be tempted to grab her, see just how important she was by how willing the guards were to get her back. And if it wasn't for the blasted collars, he'd do it.

"Play nice with the lady, lad," he murmured, glancing at Pietro, then back to the woman. "She's got friends keeping an eye on her." He gestured with his chin to the shadows under one of the nearby buildings, security camera whirring as it turned towards them.

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the_mistress
2009-06-04 05:29 am UTC (link)

But she hadn't offered her name to them, and even if she did, it certainly wouldn't be her real one. As it was, sarcasm reigned for the moment, and her eyes joined the movement of her feet as she stalked around the pair a few turns.

"That's right, would you? What could you really do to me, hmm?" Her smirk was forming once again, walking around behind Carr as she exhaled the cloud of smirk, the nail of her index finger running sharply down his shoulder where the vest didn't cover. Tasty, hmm?

"You should keep an eye out for me, I'm scouting for the worthy... I just might end up with you for my playtime." Coming further over, her body brushed the curves against his side before coming back to look at Pietro as well. "Wouldn't that be nice?"

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quick_silver
2009-06-08 03:48 pm UTC (link)

"I'm not into this game," Pietro muttered, taking a long drag on his cigarette, eyes still narrowed, but calming somewhat, "And I won't be forced to play. Fancy little birdcage that it is, still not my style."

He made a slight face, brushing his hair back and flicking the end off his cigarette, stubbing it out gently and tucking the remainder behind his ear. "Thanks for the cig, Carr. Nice to meet you," he said with a small bow of his head.

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untamedscot
2009-06-09 06:31 am UTC (link)

Carr's head turned to follow her as best he was able, muscles twitching as her nail scraped gently over bare skin. He growled low in his throat, refusing to move as she brushed against him, came to stand in front of him once more.

"If you're wanting a lapdog, best look somewhere else," he growled at her, glancing across at Pietro when he spoke.

"Aye, no problem. See you around." His gaze quickly moved back to the woman, wary, aggressive, Carr unsure as to just how far he could push things before getting shocked. Getting shocked meant not working today; not working meant no money, no cigarettes.

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the_mistress
2009-06-11 04:56 pm UTC (link)

She smiled sweetly at Pietro despite his words, they really didn't have any effect to her when in the right mood.

"Lapdog, now really?" Sophia tapped the tip of a finger against her full lips. "I'm coming to think you wouldn't have much of a choice either way, yes?" The same hand came out to pat his cheek in a belittling way. "And I always love a bit of a fight."

And with a wink, she nodded to Pietro and turned on her heel, giving both a wave without looking back at them before she was stalking off out of the park, feline qualities abound.

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