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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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Everyone who says they've got one breaks it, even if they act all high and mighty, like they don't.
Everybody's got a breaking point, and everybody's got a price. It's just a matter of how high.
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That said, when the Turks and Rufus aren't in play, things are different. She's more or less chaotic and self-involved.]
Like I said, I don't have a moral code, so if I feel like doing something, I will. Or if there's something in it for me. It depends.
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[ Loki finally takes a seat. ]
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What about you? What's your deal?
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What're you gonna do now, Loki?
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Parents aren't as reliable as one would think.
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You need to get some friends, Loki, that's what you need. Who won't get sick of you. You could stand to be more fun. And you could stand a couple drinks in you. [She offers a glass again.]
I never thought parents were reliable. They're just the girl who squeezes you out and the guy who knocked her up.
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I'm afraid that many do not find my company, ah, preferable.
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Let me guess, it's got something to do with how well you carry a conversation. People are intimidated by all that charisma, right? [She laughs.]
It can't be your pretty face. There's nothing the matter with that.
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More is in the fact they do not trust me, I'd imagine.
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[She thinks, then does what is clearly meant to be a Loki impression. It's not the greatest, but it's not the worst. "Little enigmatic remarks" are also not her specialty.]
Trust is earned by the trustworthy.
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It needs some work.