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Mindy Macready is Hit-Girl. (doesnotplay) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-06-11 17:07:00

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mindy macready/hit-girl, needy lesnicki

WHO: Hit-Girl, a small group of thugs, and YOU?
WHAT: Some criminal douches need their asses kicked.
WHEN: Late in the evening.
WHERE: Downtown, Lawrence.
RATING: Mature: for blood, violence, and Hit-Girl's potty mouth.

It was always in some dark, quiet, out of the way corner where big, greasy, self-absorbed, good for nothin' scumbags made their move. Never mind the fact that people who took to walking into dark, quiet, out of the way corners of the city that were popularly known for Big and Bad things were completely and totally fucking stupid and probably deserved what they had coming to them for being slow enough to take to adventuring in places like that in the dead of night in the first place - though really, to be fair, those idiots who thought that they could keep getting away with committing crimes in the exact same places night after night without someone coming along and screwing them over was equally as stupid, if not even more so.

That was partly why, seventy-five percent of the time, when Hit-Girl was looking for her targets, they were usually very easy to find. Surprisingly so, in fact, which made her wonder exactly why it was so difficult for their cops to take care of them in the first place.

Not all cops are good, baby doll, a voice pointedly reminded her. Mindy swallowed hard, tightened her mask, and leaned over the ledge of the roof she was currently crouching on. Downtown Lawrence was a fairly busy crime scene for the local, now more so than ever with whispers of the end drifting through the wind. People were getting reckless. Crazy. Those two things went hand in hand with stupid, which was exactly why Hit-Girl was here in the first place. Gangs, thriving on drug trade, rape, robbery, and murder were infesting the streets, happily taking from lives everywhere and spreading their disease in every direction. Big Daddy would have wanted Hit-Girl here tonight. He would have wanted her to keep on with everything that he had taught her, if only to prevent more people from slipping down that same fucked up slope that the rest of the Macready family had fallen victim to.

Her family.

"- you still ain't paid up, Nicky. Boss don't like it when people don't pay up."

Showtime.

A scuffle. Fists flying. The sound of a body hitting the ground, faintly standing out among the chuckles and screams that only grew louder and louder as the tiny vigilante jumped from rooftop to rooftop, quickly and carefully approaching the predicted scene in it's predicted place (dark corner, alleyway, etc. and so on - surprise, surprise) without a single person turning a head her way. No one even so much as blinked as she dropped into the alleyway behind them, their backs turned and focused on nothing and no one but the man they were beating into the ground. Perfect.

Reaching around her waist, Mindy unlatched the rope that she'd wound up carefully, the knife at it's end glinting in the shadows long enough for at least one of the six grungy looking men to turn his head her way. The knife shot out before he could say a word, tearing straight through his neck and latching on, giving Hit-Girl the perfect opportunity to yank his writhing body from the center of the dogpile and onto the alley floor. Blood spurted out onto the pavement, but Hit-Girl didn't linger long enough to watch the dark pool of red form around the man's neck. She was already moving through the shadows once again, blood soaked knife and rope clutched tightly in her small hands with a smug air of accomplishment filling her up as the other thugs reached for their weapons and began to shoot.

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hellisagirl
2011-06-12 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Sometimes when she was flying over the city, looking for what other people would deem "trouble," Needy kinda felt like Superman. She was fast, strong, hard to kill, had those enhanced senses going on, and duh, she could fly.

Okay, really, it was like a cheap knockoff version of him, since she wasn't as fast, as strong, as hard to kill, and her senses weren't as enhanced. Oh, and she couldn't fly as fast, either. Plus she didn't have that laser vision or super breath or rock allergies or anything else like that. But whatever. The point was still there.

Mostly she felt like that on the nights that she flew over the city, keeping her eyes and ears open for something to do. Someone to at least punch, since killing was, you know. Kinda frowned upon in Lawrence. Which she found funny since that's what most of the people around seemed to specialize--killing one thing or another.

It didn't take her all that long to hear an obvious beat-down starting up, so she quickly turned herself in that direction. By the time she got there no one was facing the front of the alley any more, either. They'd turned to face their little pint-sized attacker. Lucky for the kid, Needy knew who she was, so she knew that these douches had to be, well, the douches in the equation. Had anyone been looking it would have seemed like she dropped out of the sky, too. Which, you know, she had. But Needy didn't stop to dwell on that for long.

Instead she moved in quickly, stopping once she was caddy-corner from one of the jerks, and gave him a superkick face-first into one of the brick walls that lined the alley. If he got back up in the next hour he would be lucky.

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doesnotplay
2011-06-15 09:46 pm UTC (link)

One of the things that her Dad had taught her, above all else, was to be aware of her surroundings during combat. Most people would have been so engulfed in the process of defending themselves that they wouldn't have noticed the sudden arrival of yet another party on the scene, but Hit-Girl was quick to note the woman who had seemingly dropped out of nowhere out of the corner of her eye as she quickly moved through the dark, a bullet barely grazing the side of her costume which was - thanks to Daddy's insistence on her wearing one - protected due to the bullet proof vest she had tucked away underneath the purple material wrapped around her body. The force of the bullet was enough to throw Hit-Girl off step for a small moment, but she was darting between thugs again before the shooter could so much as blink again, tiny hands already reaching back and around her waist for her USP Compact, which was quick to take aim for a particularly pissed off looking dude's foot. The bullet tore through his foot to the heel and Captain Pissed Off fell to the ground, clutching at his massacred limb with a howl of agony.

The newcomer was familiar. If Hit-Girl was right (which she liked to think she often was), the woman who had decided to join in on the fun was one of the people who had gotten screwed into being here, just like she had been. She was one of the good ones too, which meant that Hit-Girl was officially fighting with someone on her side.

It was almost nice, having someone have her back again, even if Mindy wasn't sure if that was what all this was about. The last time she'd really fought alongside someone, it was with Kick-Ass, and he wasn't exactly here to reminisce in the glory of their fieldwork together. Not that he actually did much field work, but he still did her and her Dad proud, which made the dweeb more than cool by her.

Between the two of them, the gang members were scattered in every which way direction. They either thought that going after the super strong, weaponless woman was practical or they felt they could handle their own with the tiny, costumed girl running around with a gun in her hand. Realistically? They were screwed no matter where they went and both Mindy and Needy knew it.

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