Re: At the Roulette Wheels
Ivy had no problem turning her back on him, as he could have shot her that first moment he'd stuck up on her. He hadn't because he apparently wanted to rescue the hostages. These boys with their hero complexes, so predictable and so boring. Maybe that's why she'd taken such a liking to the Hood; all vengeance and bitterness, so many fun things to poke at. She just couldn't help digging her nails into those types. They thought they knew injustice? They thought they knew pain? They knew nothing. Nothing of what it was like to be betrayed by your mentor, to be abused and killed. To be transformed into this even more sensitive version of yourself where everything hurt because you could feel the pain that nobody else could feel, hears the screams that the world played deaf to.
There was no exaggerated sway to her dangerous hips as they took to the far side of the casino floor, she didn't waste her time with such games. This boy seemed to be all business, but she could find fun in that too. She planned on it. Punching in a six digit code on the door panel -- one the guards had so willingly given up after a single kiss -- the handle clicked and Ivy stepped inside. It was the main security room, desks of quiet computers and walls of LCD screens that boasted montage scenes of the Caesar's floor. The hostages were nowhere to be seen, security didn't exactly monitor the kitchen.
Turning on a pivot of spiked bootheels, Ivy slid back onto one of the desks, crossing legs clad in thigh highs and leaning forward, just a but curious. "There are hundreds of people to rescue outside this Casino, why did you come here?" See, Ivy gets to go first in this little game of truth or dare.