forum what're you in for, love? (closed, o/o with @Dances_with_Shadows)

Started June 28, 2019 by Deleted user

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"around an inch more. and you're right, but you've already commented on my stature and i dont have concrete bones." he was still half-hanging off the bed, a rather comical position.

"You look like a dork," she commented, moving to pull the bed out another bit. The frame was digging into her hands and fingers, but she didn't pay any attention to the slight flashes of pain. All in a day's work.

"i most likely am one, but who's to say?" he quipped back, shoving his hand in the crack and using the little space he had to slam down on the camera with the heel of his hand. he hissed as he did it, the broken edges cutting his hand.

"we love tetanus. guess i'll die." he murmured as he pulled away, pressing the cut skin into his shirt.

"Well, did you smash it?" Tessa said, looking up and standing on her tip toes. If he didn't, she could just do it herself, maybe employ the help of her cuffs. She noticed his holding his shirt to what she assumed was a cut, clicking her tongue. "Yup, definitely more fit for behind a desk."

"i didn't have much space for maneuvering. but it is definitely smashed." he straightened, taking the hand away and studying it. after a moment, he turned back to her.

"i wish i worked behind a desk." he snorted. "desks are for the rich. i wouldn't be able to gracefully scale a bunk bed if i had one."

"I, apparently, belong on camera." She scoffed and crossed her arms. "Whoever thought of such a ridiculous idea?" She was being dramatic, of course. About 80% of what came out of her mouth was dramatic and overly sarcastic.

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"oh, do you? do tell more about that, love." he flopped down across the bare mattress to listen to her response.

She raised a brow and turned so that she was fully facing him, hands on her hips. "Not much to tell. People just say that I'm friends with the camera, whatever that means, and that I'd make a good actress."

"huh. my ma- uh, mom used to tell me i could be a broadway singer. strong voice as a child. wanna fuckin… be on stage together? make a new musical, call it vigilantes. it's just songs about crime."

he laughed slightly to himself, turning back to face the ceiling.

She snorted, then laughed slightly, covering her mouth to hide her laughter. "I'm curious to hear this…strong voice of yours," she said once she got over her small fit, looking up at him with a quirked lip.

he rolled over to look her in the eye with a serious expression.

"i was a loud bitch, and still am. don't ever ask me to sing. you'll sorely regret it."

She held up her hands in surrender. "Message received loud and clear. No singing from you, got it." She backed up a few steps, then sat on the floor with her one meet tucked against her chest. "Anything else I should know, roomie?"

"other than compulsive pacing, no. anything i should know about you, bud?" he replied, throwing an arm over the frame.

"Yeah, I'm currently on the verge of a mental breakdown and you're my only distraction," she said, finishing with a bright smile. She wasn't kidding, either. The fact that a locked door was her only way out was a huge issue concerning her fears of being locked up. It was a miracle she was able to stay relatively calm at the moment.

"interesting, so i'm to keep talking?" he unthinkingly offered a hand to her over the rail, for anything that would make her feel better. a high five or handholding, etc.

Not one to get too touchy feely with people she just met, Tessa just stood and climbed up the bunk to sit next to Nik, wrapping her arms around her knees. "Please do. Anything to see me from thinking about how I'm trapped with only a locked door as my way of escape and please stop me…"

"this might get me sniped, but did you hear the news story about when the twink beat up the mayor's son? i looked a little different back then, but that was me." he smiled, tilting his head to look at her.

"it was after i got fucked up pretty bad by the watch and i was still pissed, so when he tried to involve me in some scandal where the brat tried to shoot his own mom i uh… jumped him. i still have a scar from his goddamn boot."

She raised a brow in his direction, focusing on his words more-so than she normally would. "Really? You were the one who beat up that asshole? I salute you, my good sir. You've done the world a service." She hummed and tilted her head back, thinking of something she's done that wasn't necessarily tied to her name, as it was done before she was known, and she had done it under an alias. "Uhh, that 12-year-old girl that said 'fuck you' to the firefighters and ran into a burning building to get a little girl?" she said, looking back down to Nik. "That would be me in one of the few benevolent acts of mine. Kids are innocent. And cute."

"aww, heroic even at twelve. my idol." he shifted to look at the ceiling again, folding his hands over his chest.

She snorted. "Far from heroic at twelve. It's when I joined my, ah, family." She patted the mattress and looked around, fingers tapping. "Here's a thought…" she started, tilting her head, "How 'bout we team up? We pretty much want the same thing."

nik remained silent after her question, thinking it over. after a long pause, he shrugged. "sure. how're we gonna go about that?"

"I do the dangerous muscly stuff, like scout the place and deal with guards, and you get the information you need to make the place or whatever it is crashing and burning," she said, looking over at him.

he snorted. "you act like i haven't survived on my own until now. but yeah, that sounds good. as long as i get to beat up some bitch that needs it along the way."

She held her hands up in surrender. "Fine, fine, do what you will. Now," she said, clapping her hands together and rubbing them with a smirk of anticipation, "Are we ditching this place or aren't we?"

"of course, love. what's your plan?" he sat up, crossing his legs under him to listen.

She hopped down from the bunk and landed in a neat crouch, then felt her tongue around her teeth until she found the capsule still wedged in there. "Well, my plan was to pretend to be poisoned, but beyond that is usually improvised. Thoughts?"

"i see. sounds pretty good, but poisoned from what?" he leaned over the rail to see her, eyebrows raised.

"I dunno, maybe this capsule they'll find in my mouth?" she said, shrugging. "Not entirely out of character." Truth was, the capsule was just filled with fake blood that she would pretend to be hacking up.