No, this is not the Avengers! (O/A)

Fight scene anyone?

HELL YES!!!	23.1%	[ 6 ]
Bring it fool!	11.5%	[ 3 ]
Imma beat yo a**!	7.7%	[ 2 ]
b***h say what!? Oh, uh-uh.	0.0%	[ 0 ]
It's on like Donkey Kong!	0.0%	[ 0 ]
B-But I'm a pacifist.	3.8%	[ 1 ]
I'll "pass a fist" through your face!	3.8%	[ 1 ]
Yes! Violence!	11.5%	[ 3 ]
*badass gun c**k* (Nuff said.)	30.8%	[ 8 ]
No. I'm a big v****a.	7.7%	[ 2 ]
Total Votes:			[ 26 ]

[Stubborn Belle]

✘ Ɉonathan Ɇvans

I am not a pattern to be followed,
the pill that I'm on is a tough one to swallow.

"Why the ******** are we out here?" Jonathan questioned in the most philosophical manor he could manage as he stared up at the night club he so eagerly wanted to enter. "I mean, there's alcohol, and dance music... strobe lights and s**t up there," he counted out on his fingers, then turning to look at his partner behind him, "There's at least thirty chicks in there that are completely wasted. And they have POLES on the dance floor! I don't even need to pay to get in on that! So, why the hell am I out here!?" Of course, he wasn't actually expecting a reply from the younger woman, he just had to vent his frustrations... again. They'd been sitting outside the Heavenly Haven night club for more than a few hours (actually only two, but to Jonathan it felt longer), on some "mission" they had next to no idea about. All their "mentor", Jonathan used the term loosely, had told them was to wait outside by the car while he went in to "help Tom catch Jerry", whatever the ******** that was supposed to mean.

"I'm sitting on a ******** Ferrari..." and something else about chicks and wheels he mumbled exasperatingly, his hand moving to touch his forehead in a gesture of bafflement. After all the s**t that had happened to him, everything he had to go through up till this point, and when it finally looks like he'd caught a break... the damn teacher took the ******** keys... "I don't even think this is a mission. He probably just went in to party or chase some tale," he sighed despairingly, hopping off the hood of the car. Two weeks he'd been with Guardian and this is what resulted: a pit of frustration and no where for it to go. Looking back to the large glass windows of the building once again he could now see more of the action inside and it just made him cringe with agitation. And seemingly at the same time as this reaction the areas of his shoulders began to steam, catching fire and running a small trail across his back so that it formed a small halo of flame behind his head. Despite being on fire, Jonathan didn't flinch or for the matter even notice that he was burning, instead he swiftly turned to his partner with a smile, "I'm going in."

I'm not a criminal, not a role model,
not a born leader, I'm a tough act to follow.

((Yes, I use icons.
They make me laugh and complement my character's personality.
I am not a kid for using them!
I'm just a young adult with childish tendencies!))

[Stubborn Belle]

☾ Ҥarley Ӎoore

I scrapped my knees while I was praying,
And found a demon in my safest haven.

At Machete's words Harley's head snapped back in his direction so that she could deliver to him her most vicious glare. How dare he speak of her as a... a failure! She'd never felt more offended in her life, not even when Henry gave her this sentence did she feel so wrongfully accused. Harley's body tensed even more as he continued, like a viper coiling up, preparing to strike. She didn't care that he was a senior operative or her elder for that matter, she had little patience for jargon these days, and this confrontation was not helping that in the least. When he finished, Harley remained glaring at him, her posture portraying a silent hiss of contempt. Just when she looked ready to snap she breathed out softly.

"The only things that I find strange are the childish expectations people seem to have around here," she said venomously, "We sit on our asses while Pandora gains the upper hand. The excuses the Overseer comes up with to defend our real failings are laughable at best and my situation is just that. The only thing I've "failed" to do is convince a foolish old man that sacrifices need to be made if we ever want to win this war." At that she turned from her addresser and continued toward the door, drowning out any command or reprimand that he may of had to give her. If he tried to stop her by force she'd welcome the challenge, all she wanted to do was hit something anyway, and if Machete was obliged to fill that position she would be more than happy to accept.

Seems like it’s getting harder to believe in anything,
Than just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts.

[Stubborn Belle]

ღ Ӥatasha Ҝole

You hit me once, I hit you back,
You gave a kick, I cave a slap!

"Tiffany," she replied with another gorgeous smile, "And I think it sounds very... tempting." Her eyes fluttered as she placed a hand to his chest, allowing her other arm to fall in place behind his back. "Handsome and responsible, I wouldn't be much of a woman if I turned that down," she mused, "Just let me grab my purse." Releasing him she turned back to the bar she had pointed out earlier, and gracefully made her way to the counter, slipping her hand behind it and producing a silver handbag that complemented her dress beautifully. While she was doing this she also seemed to inform the bartender of her leaving. The exchange took mere seconds and she was clinging to her gentleman's arm once again. "Let's get sleeping beauty back to the castle," she grinned, obliging him to direct her to his intended path, "Then you can show me that warm bed you were talking about."

((Sorry for the shortness, experiencing a little writers block here, never played a character like her before lol))

You smashed a plate over my head,
and I set fire to our bed.

[Edge100x]

•••ӿӾStatus:Escorting VIP and Natasha / Exchanging VIPӾӿ••••••ӿӾArmament:C02 Pistol w/ Tranq DartsӾӿ••••••ӿӾLocation:Olympus Nightclub/Pandora TowerӾӿ••••••ӿӾThoughts:"Now to relax"Ӿӿ•••

☾Ａnd should I die before I Ｗake,

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Smiling politely at her return from the bar, Chimera now extended his arm out to her grasp instead of her taking it through surprise. Looking about to ensure that no-one was following them, he continued on his way out, exiting the club through the same VIP entrance he had used before, his right hand flashing the pass he had kept in his possession. Looking down at 'Tiffany' Chimera nodded in her direction slightly "My name is Kien Taviere', my brother Kurt is getting married to my good friend Julie over here, he is the owner of a pretty big business that deals in technology. I'm nothing much in the way of the company, just head of sales, CFO or some stuff like that, I deal in the big money but only make half of what my brother does. Not that I make bad money, just not fortune five-hundred money... what about yourself, what'r your interests, got a job?" Just as he finished his question, they reached the black BMW that was supplied to him by Pandora. 'Sorry Nyx, but I'll be borrowing this for the night.' Chimera took out his handheld phone, giving it a few swipes, the device unlocked the doors to the luxury vehicle and started the engine. Setting the VIP in the back of the four door sedan, he came back around to assist Natasha into the passenger seat in the front of the car before returning to his driver seat.

In a few moments, they had pulled out of the parking stall on the VIP reserved third floor of the multi-level parking complex, and were on their way down and out of the enclosed building. The overhead lights filtered through the cars windshield as he pulled out of the main building and onto the city streets, passing right by the Ferrari that Johnathan was resting in, tight a right and heading the opposite way of which the car was facing. In the mean time, he spoke out a quick command to the voice-activated computer that was built into the dash. "Compose SMS to Ryan. 'Dropping Jessica off at the tower.' Send." In a few moments, the message was sent to his phone, then off to one of the students he instructed, letting him know to pick up the VIP at Pandora tower, one of the multiple havens in the city.

Meanwhile, he was now on the main intercity road, which was still crowded albeit the late hour, and was around ten minutes from the towering spires that marked the downtown central.

-Timeskip, 15 minutes.-

Arriving at the still active Pandora tower, Neil looked over to Natasha, winking once as he undid his seat-belt. "Be right back beautiful." Turning away from her, he opened up the left door, moving around to the opposite side and pulling the Guardian Operative he had tagged out of the back of the car. Her eyes were beginning to open, the small dose of tranquilizer beginning to be purified by her liver. "Oh, look who's waking up, don't worry, we'll get you inside." The male said coolly as he lifted her into his arms and adjusted her, making his way towards the main entrance.

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Ｉ pray the lord my Ｓoul to take.☽

-Hikari Kurotsuki-

[Zakiax]

Zakiax Firebane

His silent footsteps had brought him down a familiar road, most of the roads were familiar to him due the fact that he had walked them alone several times. The dragon almost skipped going down the street, but as flames were used further down a shiver ran down the dragon's spine. A light sigh escaped the man's lips. Keeping to the shadows, unnoticed he made his way towards Johnathan his partner and the Ferrari they were waiting by.

Before Johnathan could move to far from the car a hand grabbed the back of his collar tugging him back. The flames had been nullified and disappeared. "Impatient as ever, one of these days it will get you killed." the dragon half growled. "Cool your emotions, fire is a dangerous element when not controlled properly." he warned.

OOC: Sorry its short.
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company :: Johnathan and Partner
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[XxDarkxxAngelxX]

Danika Kellerxxx
xxxxxxxxxCodename: Nyx

xxxxxxxx❝Hello darkness, my old friend;❞
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"What did she do?" Danika asked as she strolled into Hry'drask's private lounge. As head of Pandora, she didn't care if she was welcome in an area or not. She went where she wanted to. Even in the real world, she went where she wanted to. Her special abilities made it easy for her to slip in and out of places without being noticed. When she first started missions for Pandora, she was on one of the smaller stealth and spying teams - she could have been on any team she wanted but she chose the one where she would be the most useful.

She walked farther into the room and looked around before perching herself on the arm of one of the couches. "She seemed pretty upset when she ran into me on my way in." The young woman paused as she ran a hand through her dark hair. Though she was trying to appear relaxed and calm - something she always tried to do - she wasn't. The previous night she had received information about a problem at one of the remote labs and was trying to figure out what to do. Looking at Hry'drask she smiled as she shifted her position, crossing her leather wrapped legs to get more comfortable. "How are things going with our new recruits?" she asked. She trusted Hry'drask more than most of the other members of the organization and always went to him for reports, even if she had already spoken to the instructors. They were a lot alike in some ways and she doubted he would risk lying to her and compromising his position as second in command.

[[ooc; Sorry if this kinda sucks. Haven't roleplayed in some time.]]

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❝I've come to talk with you again.❞xxxxxx

[The Telling Truth]

The Reaper

Location: [[Location: Unknown]] ⇒ Pandora Headquarters || Company: Danika Keller || Mood: Disappointed ⇒ Pleased ||

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Hry'drask looked over at Danika before motioning to his shoes and pants. "That little whore had the nerve to put her dirty little fingers all over my clothes and wipe her tear soaked face all over my shoes. Does she even know how much these shoes cost?! The pants are one thing. It might cost a lot but it's not as hard to replace. Do you know how hard it is to get true dragon-hide these days? And I'm not talking about those farm raised or tube grown jokes. I'm talking about those that had to be hunted down and killed. Some people just have no respect for the finer things in life anymore, especially when they don't have to pay for them." His voice was seething with anger and it was clear just how much the servant had gotten under his skin. He gave a small sigh as he looked at his clothes, wiping them off best he could before moving back towards Danika, sitting on the couch next to her as he looked down at his shoes once more. He had told the little servant girl he had forgiven her but, well, he lied. She should be used to that. Well, either way, he would punish the sweet little servant as soon as she got back.

He gave a smile as he moved her legs over his lap as he leaned back against the couch. "The recruits are lacking, as normal. There are a few that seem to be a bit more valuable then others but that is to be expected." He gave a small shrug as his fingers played lightly over her leather clad legs. "Some of their powers are stunning. If only I could cut them out and add them to my own; then I would be unstoppable." His sharp teeth flashed at Danika as he teased her. They were an odd couple, if it were only that simple. Each one had been at the others side for as long as he could remember. Training together, fighting together, killing together. It wasn't one of those disgustingly cute love at first sight kind of things. No, it was years of drowning in blood and violence that brought this unholy union together. But it wasn't as if they had make vows or the like. No, they both slept around plenty but, even knowing that simple fact, they still found jealousy easily within reach and were not above acting on that horrid emotion.

Hry'drask gave a small frown as he laid his head back, closing his eyes as he spoke in a low tone. "They are becoming bold. More so than in years past. It would seem that even as we grow in numbers and strength, our enemies do not let up. It would seem that we have reached a moment in time in which it is paramount that we do not show any mercy as we know they will give no quarter either." He gave a small sigh before opening his eyes and lifting his head. "What needs to happen is we need to show them that we are not playing anymore. I've let their member live but we should make sure they know that this is no longer a came of cat and mouse. We are now playing chess and we will put them in checkmate in a matter of months if we begin eliminating their members." The playfulness that had been in him was gone and he was now as serious as he had ever been. The days of joking were coming to an end and, with the way things were going in the day to day between the two groups, it would only be a matter of time before Hry'drask was back out on the streets, showing those on both side of this 'little conflict' just how a war was won.

He took took a deep breath as he looked to Danika. "But, I doubt the Undertaker came here to ask about the condition of a servant or the thoughts on new recruits. Tell me, my dear, what really brought you to my lair?" And just as quickly as the seriousness had come, it was gone. The playful smile twisted it's way across his handsome features as his fingers gently walked up and down her legs as those cold eyes bore into her. "I know you don't care about that little slut of mine and you could could ask the trainers about their students so why come to me? I've nothing new to tell you." His fingers had worked their way up her leg and past her knee, working slowly up her thigh now as he let that taunting smile lure her closer to him or, more properly, allow him to grow closer to her.

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Just so you know, I really enjoy that song. lol

[Okami Hatake]

Keria✗Mattson

“Why the ******** are we out here?”
Jonathan had asked, for the millionth time in the past two hours they had been out there, making the younger woman cringe. Keria was already starting to lose her patience the first thirty minute, now she had her arms crossed and fist balled tight to keep from strangling her partner. Normal the boy was fine, even fun to be around but times like this all she wanted to do was knock him out. Keria was leaning agent a nearby wall, just a few steps away from the car and Jonathan, just in case something happened. The young woman was starting to catch on quick, when it comes with the Guardian’s anything could happen.
Four weeks ago the girl left home, tired of her overbearing and protective parents never listened to what she wanted. Her plan had been to stay at a friend’s, apply to collage, and go as soon as she could. She had a huge saving account from working sense she got to high school, adding little odd job whenever she could to help her parents pay so she had quite a bit. However as she was on a bus she noticed some of the same people keep getting on her exact bus. Turns out her parents had a reason to be paranoid, because Keria was being followed. As soon as she could she ditched them, forging her plans and going on the run. It only lasted a week till they catch her and explained everything. Her powers, the organizations, and all about the things that go bump in the night. Then she was place on a team, with fire boy and an insane mentor. Yeah, her life had change a lot in just a few weeks.
Looking over Keria saw Jonathan catching on fire from his own irritation. Her next comment had mean to be sarcastic, a joke, and a way for her to vent her own frustration. “You know what Jonathan why don’t you just ******** go in!” “I’m going in!”
Keria pushed off the wall, her face in shock. “Jonathan, don’t!” A growl come from the girl, watching her partner with weary eyes, slightly uneasy. If he went in, she has to go. Because Keria wasn’t staying out her by herself, unprotected. Sure she had a power, a stupid useless power despite what anyone says about it being strong for the type. In the past four weeks she had only used the power twice. Once when she had ran from her captors, she had went right though a wall to get away from them, scared of what might happen if they got her. However she went in the wall, but got stuck in the building because she couldn’t do it again. Then another time when she first witnessed Jonathan catch on fire, freaking out and went to run get help and ran right though the door. At first she had though her power was phasing, but apparently it more than that. When she was a baby she uses to make objects heaver or lighter than they should have been, or changed their shape and size. They explained this is called Matter Manipulation or also called Leptokinesis. Yeah her power was stronger, most need to touch the objects to affect them but she didn't. However no one knew her trigger, her power come and went, making the girl uneasy when they went on missions.
Before her partner could do anything though, a senior member come out of no were grabbing her partner. Keria sighed, but keep her eyes on Jonathan, knowing him that wouldn’t be the last he had to say about that. "I swear you give me a heart attack every time you set yourself on fire." She mumbled, but keep tense waiting for the boys reaction.

[Topiltzin Quetzalcoatl]

Machete

Machete was patroling the area viewing each of the student. He then notice Harley Moore, not doing anything. By the looks of it she seem bored and disgust. Henry came to him yesterday with her files. He took a good look at it and began to see what he can do to help her. By what he had heard about her, she had determination and over the years she has became one of the Guardian's specially honed human weapons. He himself didn't really like that idea though. Still she was on her way to being the youngest Guardian operative to gain a senior position but due to her selfish, the last mission failed and resulted in several people being injured.So Henry made an arragement with Machete and this was her punishment, retake basic training and work her way back up from Zero.

Machete quickly walk up towards her and spoke up. "You know, Henry send you to me for a reason. Henry send me the failures, the loser, the weak to me." He said to Harley. "I can see why." He said as he slam the door shut in front of her face. "Now you get you a** back over there, you and me are going to fight. " He said angrily. " Someone has to teach you when to keep that mouth shut. " He said as he began to hand-wrap both his hand. " Students I want you to make a circle around us and observe the battle. Let this be a lesson to you all as well." He yelled. He turn towards Haley and took a fighting stance. "its simple. Pretend i'm a Pandora and see if you can take me down without using your powers.

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~*Vivianne Von Hansen - Pandora*~

Party is rocking till I come in...

xxxxxThe redhead sat at a park bench, bag on her shoulder, book in one hand and cigarette in the other. She was careful not to get any ashes in her book, for it was one of her favorites. She was currently reading Cell by Stephen King, and was so into it she did not notice the kids swarming around her.
xxxxx"Hey miss! Won't you give us a kiss?" One of the boys, around sixteen or seventeen, said to her. Vivianne shook her head and sighed. She didn’t want to deal with the kids shenanigans today. She had been late to the meeting and was already flustered enough as it was.
xxxxxThe woman got up and started to walk away, putting her book into her bag. She decided that she may as well go to the park and watch the kids there. It may sound creepy, but she couldn’t remember any of her childhood, so it was one of her favorite past times.

xxxxxOnce Vivianne got to the park she sat at the bench, watching the children and lighting another cigarette. Taking a long draw, she slowly let it out and sighed. She tried to remember what her childhood was like, but it never came back to her. She couldn’t remember anything before the age of 18. It seemed as though her memory had been wiped clean to start a new slate.

...I make them all freeze, and then they all drop dead!

[Stubborn Belle]

ღ Ӥatasha Ҝole

You hit me once, I hit you back,
You gave a kick, I cave a slap!

'Tiffany' graciously followed her escort out into the parking lot, holding on to him tightly, missing a step every so often to keep the attention and care of the man. "Money but with modesty," she noted delightfully, "I must say, you're by far the best man I've ever set my sights on. Truthfully, it makes me a little embarrassed to tell you anything about someone such as myself." Finally coming to their mode of transportation for the evening she covered her mouth in astonishment. As he moved back to her after taking care of Julie and began to set her down in the care she couldn't help but express her fondness for the vehicle. "I hope you don't find it "lowly" of me to ask if we'll be... cruising in this tonight," she grinned devilishly, not expecting an answer of any sort, just the satisfaction that he should know of her inclination, "Not that the warm bed has lost its appeal."

As they began to leave, Natasha could feel her heart racing. This was not how things were supposed to go, her "backup" was supposed to have stopped them before they got into the car. Why were they not coming? They couldn't hope to stop them in this metal monster, she could already tell it was packed with more than just the latest GPS and fuzzy blue lights. Then again, that's what she got for trusting him of all people. When you were short on hand though, you took what you got. If it was just her then it would just have to be that. She was experienced enough and well armed even without any of the fancy gizmos Guardian was usually so generous to supply. Unfortunately, by the sound of his message it looked like she was heading for quit the predicament. Fifteen minutes passed with idle chatter as he drove Julie to the drop off point. When they arrived Natasha was flustered to perceive the severity of her location and the obstacles it created.

"You better be," she chuckled as 'Kien' left her to take care of Julie. She watched him carefully as he removed the girl from the car, assuring her comfort inside. At this 'Tiffany' took the chance to delve into her purse and ready herself for tonight's "interactions". After all, it was her duty as a woman to be as persuasive as possible in ever endeavor, both in words and actions. This took her but a few moments and so she took it upon herself to offer what time she would waste waiting for his return and lend the gentleman a hand with the poor girl. "Here," she offered from behind him, a defined clicking noise following it, as she pressed the handgun to his back, "Let me help."

Natasha smiled triumphantly as she imagined the surprise on the man's face. Luckily he'd allowed her an angle to which she could successfully hide the view of the piece from prying eyes. "Oh dear, she looks even worse now," she purred, making her words as innocent as they were false, "I think it would be better to take her to the hospital first." Natasha was trying to be as discrete as possible, after all, she had little room for error. Nudging the barrel ever so slightly to his back, she moved closer so that her words would need not be spoken so loud as for others in their vicinity to hear. "Let's not make a scene, it'll spoil the night," she whispered ever so subtly, running a finger down his back. It probably wasn't her smartest move to pull a gun out in a Pandora hot spot but she couldn't allow him to get away, and she very well couldn't leave the poor girl to be used as possible ransom.

You smashed a plate over my head,
and I set fire to our bed.

[mercantes]

Atlas Grey: The Sub Con

"So, I've been tracking this group for weeks. You know, Guardian likes to keep an eye on the underworld, especially the small time gangs. I got hired to keep an eye on this group's operation. The street name Red Bull doesn't exactly strike much fear into most people." Atlas said in a very calm manner.

"Anyway, I've tracked them down, found out their hideout and just when I was about to make my grand escape, I got nabbed and chucked in here... With you guys." he continued as he eyed the many red eyed occupants in the solitary room with a spotlight over his head.

"Maybe you'd let me get a free pass back to my boss?" he smiled cheerfully as he tugged at the ropes binding him. The rest of the two nights that followed was a gang of minotaurs pounding at him with steel pipes and stomping at him with horse shoes... Diamond lined horse shoes.

The truth of the matter was that Atlas really didn't care at them pounding at them. He feigned pain by groaning (sarcastically) and fumbling over in pain (again, another sarcastic act) until he decided to kill them all with fake tears in his eyes and begged them on bended knees to stop. The minotaurs didn't relent as they continued to pound him down which lasted about another night. When he decided that play time was over, he gave one of them a glorious headbutt charged with hours and hours of physical energy and charged the stunned victim with enough energy to blow up a three story building. When all was said and done...

BOOOOOM!!!

"Uh, Guardian hotline?" Atlas asked over the phone as he took his bow and arrows and jumped off the top of the building just before it exploded.

"I'm gonna ask for some compensations..." he groaned as he met the pavement below with open arms (literally). "And maybe someone to pick me up. I'm tired and hungry... Oh, Red Bull just went out of stock. Hehe..."

Just another of his stupid misadventures. Such was the life of Atlas Grey, an independent specialist contractor. But he prefers the title of Mercenary. Guardian was one of his leading clients. They gave him the cool gadgets and he gets the jobs done. At least, the jobs tricky for most people to handle.

[XxDarkxxAngelxX]

Danika Kellerxxx
xxxxxxxxxCodename: Nyx

xxxxxxxx❝Hello darkness, my old friend;❞
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Danika was silent as she listened to his thoughts on their newest group. He made some good points though she didn't want to admit it. She think that he had a point - open conflict with Guardian wasn't far off. While she thought they were as strong as their rival organization, she wasn't sure if Pandora would be able to actually win the war. She didn't want to escalate the situation too early and leave them vulnerable. They had lost some significant properties lately and she didn't want to lose more. "We need to be careful now. We can't afford to make stupid mistakes. I think engaging their people directly could be too dangerous."

She tapped her fingers on his arm as she thought about what their options were, what they could do to rattle Guardian a little. "At the same time, we can't back off. They would think we were afraid and weak. We've all worked too hard at to let that happen." She fell silent again. "Remember that lab that they took out a while back? I think we need to get that running again. This time though, I think we need to let our experiments out to cause a little bit of chaos. What do you think?"

She smiled as she leaned towards him, gently brushing her hand over his cheek. She was aware of his hand on her leg but she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of seeing her react to his touch. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before she spoke. "I may not need to get your opinions but I like to hear them. I've known you much longer than I've known the others," she said with a slight shrug as her hand fell away from his face. "And truthfully, the reason I came here is I wanted to get out of my office. I needed a break from all of the reports on my desk." She ran her fingers through her hair. Danika's smile grew as she leaned in close and kissed him briefly. "And seeing you is usually just so much fun." She did mean what she said. One way or another, being with him was never boring.

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[Nvermore]

ʟøϲαтιøɴ ✗✘ The park
ϲøᴍᴘαɴʏ ✗✘ Vivianne
ᴍøøᴅ ✗✘ Amused → Uncomfortable → Self-conscious/Regretful

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xxx"Heh, riling up all the little boys with your smoking hot looks, I see. You're giving the normies far too good a treat, Vivi." Casually, a young man in an over-sized, well-worn red hoodie leaned over the back of Vivianne's bench, all the while deviously smiling at her. A wolf-whistle announced the presence of the boys who had followed Vivianne from the other side of the park, still jeering cat-calls and requesting kisses. Shooting a glare at the pack of teens who had clamored after the lovely redhead, Ryan climbed over the backside of the bench and threw an arm over his teammate's shoulder. His action was rewarded with a series of disgruntled groans as the teens rolled their eyes and moved off in search of another woman to annoy.

xxxOnce the teens were out of sight, Ryan snorted with laughter and moved his arm back to his side, sliding away so that there was a comfortable amount of empty bench space between the two of them. He was not sure how to proceed after having just violated Vivianne's personal space, albeit to help her out, so Ryan opted to shove his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and turned to join his teammate in watching the children race about the play structure. Most of the little ones were engaged in a lively game of tag, staying well within the illuminated circle of lights surrounding the playground. Wrapped up in the game as they were, not one of the children bothered to spare the two quiet adults a glance; having as much fun as possibly in the remain time before the city-wide curfew for unattended minors went into effect was far more important than a few spectators.

xxxSmiling at the kids' playful enthusiasm, Ryan couldn't help but almost forget about the rest of world. Almost, but not quite. Even with the energetic game being spurred on by gleeful hollers and whoops, he couldn't help but notice a few children who were being ignored or avoided by their peers. These outcasts stood apart from each other, but all of them were equally hungry in their jealous stares focused on the rowdily playing pack. Watching them was a reminder to Ryan of exactly why he had joined Pandora: what worth was "perfection" when some had to be sacrificial lambs in the process? If one had to suffer, all the rest might as well, too.

xxxA few moments of silence had passed before Ryan broke out of his state of grim reflection. Peering over at Vivianne to his left, he started to hesitantly open, then close his mouth - looking much like a fish - and struggled to start a conversation in order to abate the awkwardness. "So... kids," 's**t!' That was totally not how he had meant to start, but it was better than nothing at all. Truth be told, even after a few months of working on the same team with her, Ryan still wasn't comfortable interacting with Vivianne outside of missions. It was just... hard to talk with her when she usually stared him down and then brushed past. But they had to start somewhere and an awkward conversation was better than none at all. In an attempt to save face and the conversation, Ryan opened his mouth only for "You like them?" to come tumbling out of it. Goddamn diarrhea of the mouth; he was going to be screwed over by his habit of saying whatever first came to mind. Past exchanges with Vivianne readied Ryan for a bad reaction to his unintended flirtation and he had a sinking feeling that this conversation was going to end horribly. Yeah, he probably should have just kept his mouth shut, but too late now.

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I figured that it was night after having read other posts.

[Stubborn Belle]

✘ Ɉonathan Ɇvans

I am not a pattern to be followed,
the pill that I'm on is a tough one to swallow.

Jonathan was preparing a beautiful argument for Keria on all the reasons it would be perfectly fine to go inside, but it didn't look like he'd get the chance to repeat it. At the mention of fire Jonathan just gave her a questioning look but before he had the chance to investigate he felt a sharp tug on his collar. This event was accompanied by a somewhat familiar voice to which he did not recognize the owner until he turned to look. At first Jonathan, being as horrible as he was with names and faces, had virtually no idea who this other man was. But something in his words and posture made him recollect seeing him at least once before, actually multiple times now that he thought of it. "You're that guard guy, right? The one that's always roamin' around or up the old dude's butt," he so bluntly noted, the light going on in the attic at this realization, "Wait, if you're here does that mean that hot Natasha lady's around here too?"

Jonathan's head quickly swept the area but there were no signs of the older woman he had so eagerly meant to pursue. "Damn it! I'm never going to catch a break am I?" he questioned no one in particular. His obvious disappointment showing in the sudden temperature change around him. "Man, I don't give a ******** no more," he said, pushing past the Guard and heading for the club entrance. Just as he was doing this a large DMW sped past him, not a big deal but it was what followed that made the difference. Before he'd even made it to the entrance he could hear screams coming from inside, as well as.... a motor? Instinctively Jonathan jumped to the side as a motorcycle broke through the glass doors, swerving to a stop just off the street. Jonathan, needless to say, was surprised but the people inside seemed even more so. "Can you believe that! He just stole the display!" One drunken club goer shouted in delight. "I thought those things didn't have fuel in them," another one, probably the club owner, roared.

Getting to his feet he brushed off some of the glass that had fallen on him, looking on at the man on the bike. He was dressed like one of the bartenders but the helmet kept concealed his identity. On top of that he didn't seem to be at all phased by what he'd just done, in fact, it looked like he was... texting? Jonathan, finally snapping out of the daze, called out to the man angrily. This earned him the attention of the rider who reacted as if he was surprised to see him, waving at him familiarly. "W-wha-what?" Jonathan mumbled, properly confused, even mimicking a slight wave back. And before he could do much else the man had situated himself on the bike once more and was speeding past him. Still in shock Jonathan leaned against the wall, pushing his hair back with both hands, "What the ******** just happened?"

I'm not a criminal, not a role model,
not a born leader, I'm a tough act to follow.