tampered | i got a nail in my head and i know that i'm gone; incomplete

i got a nail in my head and i know that i'm gone; incomplete

When; January 3rd, evening
Rating; PG-13 because Badou is a POTTYMOUTH. For shame.
Characters; Lucy Saxon

inbetrayal & Badou Nails

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Summary; ~~Gun maintenance and discussion. (the mun is just FAIL AT SUMMARIES okay? okay.)~~ KILLING SHIT IN THE UNDERGROUND.
Log;

[ You probably could call it maschoism, really. But Lucy would rather tell herself that it was simply a matter of keeping her appointments straight; you don't decide to do something and then simply leave it -- delaying it is acceptable, providing it is not forgotten entirely. Or maybe you could just say it's a matter of getting over herself.

Whatever the case, it's entirely too late to back out now. And so she'll wait instead. ]

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[right, so maybe going over to the apartment of the bitch who shot a fucking laser through his leg to teach her how to use a gun wasn't the best idea he had in weeks but it's a little too late to stop his course now, isn't it?]

God fuck me in that gross looking hole in my leg, I can't believe I'm fucking doing this.

[raises a hand to the door before knocking twice with his knuckles. He's got his Mac-10's strapped on his back and a pistol in his inner jacket pocket and a package full of swears on the tip of his tongue but hey looks like it's time to face the music. with a cigarette perched on his lips, he shouts at the door, not too loud but dammit--loud enough to be heard.]

Hey, open up, it's Badou.

[ and there's the knock. ...and the yelling. oh, wonderful. but in any case, she gets up, opening the door. she doesn't even blink at the weaponry he has on him -- just gives it a quick look-over and then opens the door wider to let him in. she looks (and is acting) miles more collected than the last time he saw her; maybe not distant, but certainly back in her role of (stereotypically) ice-queen hostess. but he can probably still see the still-fading bruises on her neck. there's only so much makeup can cover up. ]

There's no need to shout.

[ and o hai badou, as soon as you step inside you get a kitty trying to trip you up. she likes you! have fun with that. ]

[if he notices the bruises, he doesn't say anything, choosing instead to slip in and almost goddamn trip over the fuzzy little shit in front of him. well.

figures she'd have a cat.]

Great, animals. Yeah, I'm good with animals.

[uh huh, when he's catching them for money.]

Where do you want to do this?

[ look, it was a gift okay. no jokes about the local crazy cat lady or she will kill you. though she does kind of. look like she's about to lol at his misfortune here. ]

There's only one.

[ pause. ]

There should be a range somewhere in the City, yes? If not, then I'm sure there are alternatives.

[ because um. shooting up the apartment = do not want. ]

[avoids the cat as it slips between his legs, lifting them and moving them around so he doesn't squish the little fucker. bad enough he went and choked her, how shitty would it be if he just killed her cat as an after gift? yeah no, not even haine would be able to find enough of him to drag back home.]

The Underground's not a bad place either. Free, if anything.

[he puffs thoughtfully on the quickly diminishing cigarette, looking down briefly to see if her carpet or tiles are fancy enough to get ash on.]

That sounds as if it would be best, then.

[ picks up the nice little handgun on the table next to her, then. she might look a little too... classy (skirts and heels = maybe not the best choice for this sort of venture) for the underground at the moment, but it's not like she can't change. and badou, the carpet's not that nice, but if you get any of that shit on it she's making you clean it up regardless. ]

[takes a moment to look at her outfit before frowning. is she serious?]

You might want to look into a wardrobe change before we leave. Shit's nasty down there, I'm not joking.

Also considering the fact that we'll probably be blowing off the limbs and faces of fucking ugly monsters means you'll get dirty. And by dirty I mean drenched in stomach acid and blood.

[taps the end of the cigarette subtly, hopefully without her noticing.]

Your choice.

[ eyebrow raise. yes she is entirely serious; this woman doesn't even really like to wear trousers okay, much less jeans. but she does have some more normal clothing from when she first got here, that's true. and there is no way in hell she's going to ruin these clothes. ]

You'll have to give me a few moments to change, then.

[ to which she puts the gun back down and turns to go back to her room. and then looks back. ]

Don't break anything.

[ so she'll be gone for a few minutes, blah blah blah, badou can feel free to look around the apartment -- when she comes back, she looks a little more normal. Jeans, a top and -- heaven forbid -- a jacket that's not some sort of peacoat, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail as opposed to the normal pinned-up version. no tennis shoes, though. she won't go that far. just a pair of nice, durable boots. (with heels. she's never getting rid of those.) ]

Will this do?

Right, knock yourself out.

[and with her leave he sort of looks around lazily with his eye, his knack for noticing things from his job as a P.I never really having faded. this place definitely looks too posh for his own good, like one of the couple houses he broke in to for a hit or a spontaneous, random job. thinking on it, living in a place filled with this many fragile things is just about enough to drive anyone insane.

or in lucy's case, more insane than usual. whatever, what she does isn't really his business, unless she's thinking on ways to gut him.]

I probably bet she does that on a regular basis.

[he leans on the back of the door and waits for her to come back, glancing up at the sound of boots (god--with heels, boots with fucking heels, he didn't even know those existed) and stares to reassess her outfit. not too bad, definitely better than before.]

Good enough, let's go.

[he opens the door and steps into the hallway, stopping only to wait for her to slip out as well. so much for chivalry.]

[ nice show of manners there. grabs the gun and ammo clips, and stalls for a moment trying to figure out where she should put it. ammo clips = coat pocket, obvs. gun...? ....well, guess that has to go in the waistband. she gets it all figured out after a moment or two and then follows him out, pausing to lock the door after she closes it. ]

I feel entirely ridiculous, dressed like this.

[ it's almost muttered, a quiet complaint to herself. but badou can probably hear it. ]

[waits for her to finish, raising an eyebrow at the way she shoves the gun in her waistband. if that blows up from inside, that's not really his problem, right? better keep a foot distance away from her just in case.]

What's wrong with wearing casual?

[starts going down the steps and out into the streets of the City, his jacket tail swaying behind him. starts up another smoke while he's at it, killing the other one under the heel of his boot.]

[ it's not actually loaded yet, all right. ]

I could describe it as "trashy".

[ oooooooooh, look, it's some commoner lingo right there. daring. she follows him out, walking a little fast to keep up (she's um. really not that tall, and neither are these heels on the boots. like two inches tops.)]

[trashy, huh. right. either she had no idea about how real prostitutes dressed or she just lived a real fucking sheltered life against that shit.]

Right, okay.

[making his way downtown, taking all the necessary steps and turns to slip underground. he's already got it planned out, their destination being the abandoned warehouse he's gone in once or twice with haine. hopefully lucy wasn't too afraid of the dark.]

Watch your step, wouldn't want to break your heels now.

[kicks open a narrow staircase that leads down under. better prepare yourself, pretty lady.]

[ oh, she has a definite idea ~~even if she's worn worse herself. but in private~~. she just thinks it's kind of classless. aaaand following him down... ]

It's not as if they're not sturdy. They're hardly stilettos.

[ sole voice of dissent! but she does watch her step. and pulls out the gun now, taking one of the clips from her jacket and pausing for a second before slamming it in and cocking the gun. wasn't that hard, really. ]

Isn't it rather difficult doing this with only one eye?

[ZING, you just had to mention the depth perception, didn't you?]

You just worry about yourself.

[walks ahead in the dark tunnel, shooing away rodents and other pesky animals with the tip of his shoes.]

Scatter, you little shits.

[looks ahead to check how far off they are. it's not too bad, just five minutes more probably and they'd reach their destination.]

You ever been down here?

[ it's a legitimate question! ]

Once or twice, yes.

[ but not with the sole intention of killing things, surprising as that may be. ]

[makes a noncommittal noise, wonders if she ever killed anything. seems plausible, but hey, there's always room to be surprised.]

Ever played Silent Hill? Or House of the Dead?

No.

[ pause, looks at him, expression very carefully neutral. ]

But you could say I have experience.

With zombie monsters?

[approaches the warehouse door, rips off the strip on the pair of Mac-10 machine guns and loads them up.]

No.

[ holds up the gun, ready to fire. ]

People.

[well, there goes the answer to his question.]

Figures.

I'll cover you, I want to see what you can do.

[kicks open the door and waits for her to step in. ladies first, huh? WHO SAID CHIVALRY IS DEAAAAD]

Fine.

[ steps the hell in and oh holy shit that's a lot of monsters. and just... starts firing at them. she's not an amazing shot, but she can keep the gun from snapping back on the recoil and she's not openly panicking. until one of the things pounces right for her. yeah, she looks a little freaked now. ]

[he watches her for a couple of seconds, she's better than he expected she'd be but the moment that monster flings at them from their left, he knows she's just about through with this trial.]

Whoops.

[he kicks the thing before pounding a few rounds in it, digging into his pocket to toss her another pistol.]

Think you can handle two?

[ oh look, the eyepatch took care of it. all right then. she catches the gun, pauses, looks at it. she's breathing a bit hard, obviously she's not really used to taking on a roomful of monsters (almost) all by herself. ]

I don't know.

[this might constitute as the first time he's really ever seen her nervous. well, when he was in a right state of mind, anyways.]

Take it, you're going to need it.

[demolishes a pack of frothing mutated dogs behind her and lights another smoke. it feels good to release his pent up frustrations like this, and he gives her another side glance.]

Best training there is comes from experience. Just give it a shot.

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