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capeandcowllogs2011-12-02 03:37 am
fingerbang) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-12-02 03:37 am
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you sigh; you flicker like a candle
WHO: Stacheleer (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
liverletdie) and Teethleer (insineration)
WHERE: SOME RANDOMASS STREET and then SOME RANDOMASS RESTAURANT
WHEN: early Friday evening!
WARNINGS: EXTREME PASSIVE-AGGRESSION HOME EDITION AND ABSOLUTELY NO SEXUAL CONTENT AT ALL
SUMMARY: Someone asked a genocidal murderer out to dinner when she was noble-minded and self-deprecating, and someone accepted that invitation, slated for a date well past the expiration date of her niceness. Now they're fucking stuck with each other.
FORMAT: quicklog to start, then whatever! whoa I actually used legit lyrics in this thing
[Lust knows he's going to come after her, and she knows just as well that she'll see the entire farce through. It would compromise her, show her weakness, and after those three days of relative politeness and speechifying about the greater good she's had more than enough weakness to last her a lifetime. Instead of staying in the relatively unhackable comfort of the Knivescave (which she's personally long since ceased thinking of as his place and started considering hers), therefore, she's walking down a far-removed City street. Her customary stiletto boots have been switched out for equally high heels, and underneath the long jacket she's actually very well-dressed, but that's for no one to know but her. Her communicator is on and muted, nestled in her coat pocket, and her pace is relentless.
She reasons it'll be harder, if only by a little, for Mr. Stark to track a moving target, though she can't expect anything too unrealistic when it comes to his inconvenience. If she's really lucky, maybe he won't show up in the suit.]
liverletdie) and Teethleer (insineration)WHERE: SOME RANDOMASS STREET and then SOME RANDOMASS RESTAURANT
WHEN: early Friday evening!
WARNINGS: EXTREME PASSIVE-AGGRESSION HOME EDITION AND ABSOLUTELY NO SEXUAL CONTENT AT ALL
SUMMARY: Someone asked a genocidal murderer out to dinner when she was noble-minded and self-deprecating, and someone accepted that invitation, slated for a date well past the expiration date of her niceness. Now they're fucking stuck with each other.
FORMAT: quicklog to start, then whatever! whoa I actually used legit lyrics in this thing
[Lust knows he's going to come after her, and she knows just as well that she'll see the entire farce through. It would compromise her, show her weakness, and after those three days of relative politeness and speechifying about the greater good she's had more than enough weakness to last her a lifetime. Instead of staying in the relatively unhackable comfort of the Knivescave (which she's personally long since ceased thinking of as his place and started considering hers), therefore, she's walking down a far-removed City street. Her customary stiletto boots have been switched out for equally high heels, and underneath the long jacket she's actually very well-dressed, but that's for no one to know but her. Her communicator is on and muted, nestled in her coat pocket, and her pace is relentless.
She reasons it'll be harder, if only by a little, for Mr. Stark to track a moving target, though she can't expect anything too unrealistic when it comes to his inconvenience. If she's really lucky, maybe he won't show up in the suit.]