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thecapitol2014-10-01 10:41 am
tolduimapsycho) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-01 10:41 am
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[OPEN] Don't switch the blade on the guy in shades, oh no....
Who| Mister Scratch and YOU.
What| There's a new guy in town. He's going SHOPPING.
Where| Every clothing and accessory shop in the Capitol.
When| After the Arena.
Warnings| Language, crude talk, and a creepy serial killer.
It's always a pretty sudden thing, isn't it? When out of nowhere, there's a new body in the district, a new face trying to adjust to the cruel reality that they have been thrown into. Some people hide. Cry. Try to pretend that none of it is going to happen to them, not really.
...And then there's this asshole.
A tall, dark figure is roaming through town, through every single shop - trying on and buying every pair of sunglasses that he likes (and some he doesn't), leaving a bunch of very confused shop clerks in his wake. A pair of glasses for every occasion, every outfit - he just rolls into store after store, chipper as can be, pulling glasses on and then unceremoniously throwing them into piles.
Just as he's trying on a pair, he spots you - and he approaches, a bounce in his step, a grin on his face. He doesn't care what you look like, who you are, what you were trying to do - no matter what, he addresses you, pointing at himself.
"What do you think of these? Good? Bad? I mean, none of these can look BAD on me, but eh, some are more shit than others."
He's not gonna leave you alone until you answer him.
What| There's a new guy in town. He's going SHOPPING.
Where| Every clothing and accessory shop in the Capitol.
When| After the Arena.
Warnings| Language, crude talk, and a creepy serial killer.
It's always a pretty sudden thing, isn't it? When out of nowhere, there's a new body in the district, a new face trying to adjust to the cruel reality that they have been thrown into. Some people hide. Cry. Try to pretend that none of it is going to happen to them, not really.
...And then there's this asshole.
A tall, dark figure is roaming through town, through every single shop - trying on and buying every pair of sunglasses that he likes (and some he doesn't), leaving a bunch of very confused shop clerks in his wake. A pair of glasses for every occasion, every outfit - he just rolls into store after store, chipper as can be, pulling glasses on and then unceremoniously throwing them into piles.
Just as he's trying on a pair, he spots you - and he approaches, a bounce in his step, a grin on his face. He doesn't care what you look like, who you are, what you were trying to do - no matter what, he addresses you, pointing at himself.
"What do you think of these? Good? Bad? I mean, none of these can look BAD on me, but eh, some are more shit than others."
He's not gonna leave you alone until you answer him.
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"I LIKE my butterfly knife," Mindy said, "but I'll settle for a decent pair of guns. I favor a USP compact or a Sig P232 if I had the choice. Found it fits my hands perfect."
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"What can I say? I can whip it around pretty bad when I need to. In my kind of work though, the people that wanna kill you aren't going to ask polite with a knife: you have to be good at shooting. Sure makes it easier to take on a shitload of guys, that's for sure."
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He considers what she was saying for a beat, then a brow goes upward. "Your kind of work? The hell do you do for a living back home?"
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Granted, there was always ways to combat that.
"I take care of people who have cops in their pockets," Mindy said. "Not a business that pays, but one that needs to be done."
Ok, that was a lie it TOTALLY paid.