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onepassingnight2011-10-30 12:49 am
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1st mission ☀ fun in the sun
[Reno's one of the hardest working women in Edge, and lately it seems like there's been nothing but work in her life, especially since the city got trashed by those freaks. So when she dreams tonight, her mind drifts away to somewhere quite different: the sunny shores of Costa del Sol--not the most exciting place, usually, but a far cry from the gray skies and grayer buildings of the city.]
☀ #1:
[Miles of pure, untouched, sandy coastline--so tempting to mar it with beer bottles and cigarettes, which is exactly what Reno has done, putting out all her cigarettes in the sand and leaving the green and golden-brown bottles strewn around her, gleaming in the sun. She herself is stretched out on a towel, wearing a black bikini, sunglasses on her face. She's twisted one of her bikini straps around to form a makeshift holster for her Electro-Mag Rod. Because this is a dream, there's no need to worry about the redhead's nemesis: sunburn. She could lie out here all day without turning so much as pink. Lounging beside her is another woman, but at some point she gets up and wanders off. Reno grunts and lets her go, lighting another cigarette and slipping it between her lips. She's sure Rude'll be back later.]
☀ #2:
[There's a party on the shore: a bonfire, people singing and dancing. Reno isn't exactly attending. Instead, she's slinking around in the dark, setting charges in the sand. Once she's done her work, and the festivities are surrounded, she leaves the revelers behind. When she gets some distance between herself and the party, she turns back, just in time to see the explosives go off and the sand go up. And to hear the people start screaming. She grins.]
☀ #3:
[Now Reno, still in her bikini, has engaged in a heated bout of fisticuffs with a large (and suspiciously attractive) young man. She has a black eye and her fists are bloodied, but she clearly is enjoying herself, and the man is in much worse shape. He's covered in bruises, and his nose is bleeding, but she shows no sign of relenting.]
[[OOC: Feel free to encounter Reno at any point during her dream.]]
☀ #1:
[Miles of pure, untouched, sandy coastline--so tempting to mar it with beer bottles and cigarettes, which is exactly what Reno has done, putting out all her cigarettes in the sand and leaving the green and golden-brown bottles strewn around her, gleaming in the sun. She herself is stretched out on a towel, wearing a black bikini, sunglasses on her face. She's twisted one of her bikini straps around to form a makeshift holster for her Electro-Mag Rod. Because this is a dream, there's no need to worry about the redhead's nemesis: sunburn. She could lie out here all day without turning so much as pink. Lounging beside her is another woman, but at some point she gets up and wanders off. Reno grunts and lets her go, lighting another cigarette and slipping it between her lips. She's sure Rude'll be back later.]
☀ #2:
[There's a party on the shore: a bonfire, people singing and dancing. Reno isn't exactly attending. Instead, she's slinking around in the dark, setting charges in the sand. Once she's done her work, and the festivities are surrounded, she leaves the revelers behind. When she gets some distance between herself and the party, she turns back, just in time to see the explosives go off and the sand go up. And to hear the people start screaming. She grins.]
☀ #3:
[Now Reno, still in her bikini, has engaged in a heated bout of fisticuffs with a large (and suspiciously attractive) young man. She has a black eye and her fists are bloodied, but she clearly is enjoying herself, and the man is in much worse shape. He's covered in bruises, and his nose is bleeding, but she shows no sign of relenting.]
[[OOC: Feel free to encounter Reno at any point during her dream.]]
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[And if he rejects her? If he laughs?
No. She's done pretending to be nice. He will adore her
She'll make him.]
What do I get out of it?
[Despite the halfhearted protest, she stands up and heads that direction. Now that she looks, she can see his features are only similar to that person's. A moment later, the man in question is chatting her up with evident interest.
It's something she already knows isn't real anyway.]
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That's the way the game works. [She plays it with Rude often enough, or tries to, though Rude isn't always willing to go along with it.] If you're lucky, you'll get some fun out of it. Or just get lucky. Either way. [She laughs.]
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She ends up wandering back to Reno.]
In the end, it wasn't that bad. [For a short while. For no expectations. For nothing real.]
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Now you pick one for me.
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Let's see...
[She eyes the crowd, and picks a guy standing by himself, either the loner type or the type who thinks he's too good for anyone. Whichever he is, this should be a good challenge.]
Get him to buy you a drink.
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[Reno considers the guy she points out. Oh, guys who think they're too good for anyone. She knows them well. Not that he reminds her of anyone in particular, of course.
She prefers a direct approach for dealing with men of this kind.
Since this is her dream, she doesn't hesitate to approach him and put her tongue down his throat (not that she wouldn't be likely to do that in her waking life). He doesn't seem to mind too much. She slides her arms around her waist, enjoying herself.
No drink buying has taken place yet, but she's having fun.]
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But the deal was a drink, and Ami surreptitiously glances that way every now and then to make sure of it.
The guy who comes to hit on Ami is shot down with a few cold words.]
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Oh right, right, there's a game going on. Reno is sometimes guilty of being easily distracted and temporarily-but-not-permanently forgetting about the other people she's with when such a distraction comes up. She breaks off the kiss to whisper something in his ear.
There's an interruption, then more kissing, but eventually, a drink does come. Reno is smiling when she makes her way back to Ami.]
See, that's how it's done, Doctor. Piece of cake.
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Should I congratulate you? [She takes a sip, glancing down at her reflection in the liquid. To tell the truth, she's a lot more comfortable with her drink than with the kissing. Which is why she hasn't done any herself, preferring the role of a tease.]
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She leans back against the bar, thoughtful, returning the toast with a raise of her own glass before taking a long drink, then grinning. She likes guys, but most of them don't hold her interest for long.] Bored of guys now. So, what else you wanna do?
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This is just the same night as any night, isn't it? [People drinking, meeting, possibly leaving together; she knows that.]
I want something different.