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Entry tags:
- alias,
- anders,
- captain jack sparrow,
- cora,
- frodo baggins,
- gideon "mouse" graham,
- harry dresden,
- jack kelly,
- jaye rinnark,
- jesse pinkman | au,
- laughing beauty,
- libby,
- miles edgeworth,
- niall o corcoráin,
- nikolai luzhin,
- percy jackson,
- quinn fabray,
- sawyer "soysauce" sciarrino,
- sirius black,
- the girl (subject 23)
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[Why are things floating.
Libby sits (this time on a table in the kitchens--chairs exist, girl, why are you like this) and she is surrounded by slowly drifting utensils.
She's already figured out how to lie about it. She never told anyone she wasn't telekinetic. (Because who does that?). So she'll just say they made her like this, and Jesse's secret will be protected while Libby gets to show off--because this is wicked sharp, and even makes her confident enough to roll up her sleeves, baring scars and soft white feathers.
She grins at the camera, which she turned on with her mind.]
'Sup, bitches.
[She's not opening this up to the network for any reason. Can't a girl just be bored?]
[What she sends to her--crew, that's what she calls them. Her crew, like she's some fucking gangbanging idiot.
But they're not her friends, and allies sounds so formal. So crew it is. (She knows that Jesse is a surprisingly good hugger, that Mouse has a sweet smile, that Nikolai doesn't want to be called Nik. She has to be careful, here, because if she's not--she's going to end up wanting to keep them around. She'll actually like them, and then where will she be?)
(It's already over.)
What she sends them is different. Still things floating, still on a table, but she looks serious for once.]
'Kay.
Status reports, if you got 'em. And I got one.
So--we're Jesse, Mouse, and Nikolai, right now. And me, obvious. Jesse, Mouse, Nikolai is going to be our protection around here.
But that's complicated, because--I've got in with Loki, too, and he is--wicked dangerous. But I want what he's got. And he can be useful. But I'll handle him, 'kay? He doesn't know you, just me, and--look what I can do.
[She waves her hand around and smiles, briefly, before--serious, again.]
I'll drop him when we can't use him anymore. Promise. But stay the fuck away from him, he's bad fucking news.
Libby sits (this time on a table in the kitchens--chairs exist, girl, why are you like this) and she is surrounded by slowly drifting utensils.
She's already figured out how to lie about it. She never told anyone she wasn't telekinetic. (Because who does that?). So she'll just say they made her like this, and Jesse's secret will be protected while Libby gets to show off--because this is wicked sharp, and even makes her confident enough to roll up her sleeves, baring scars and soft white feathers.
She grins at the camera, which she turned on with her mind.]
'Sup, bitches.
[She's not opening this up to the network for any reason. Can't a girl just be bored?]
[What she sends to her--crew, that's what she calls them. Her crew, like she's some fucking gangbanging idiot.
But they're not her friends, and allies sounds so formal. So crew it is. (She knows that Jesse is a surprisingly good hugger, that Mouse has a sweet smile, that Nikolai doesn't want to be called Nik. She has to be careful, here, because if she's not--she's going to end up wanting to keep them around. She'll actually like them, and then where will she be?)
(It's already over.)
What she sends them is different. Still things floating, still on a table, but she looks serious for once.]
'Kay.
Status reports, if you got 'em. And I got one.
So--we're Jesse, Mouse, and Nikolai, right now. And me, obvious. Jesse, Mouse, Nikolai is going to be our protection around here.
But that's complicated, because--I've got in with Loki, too, and he is--wicked dangerous. But I want what he's got. And he can be useful. But I'll handle him, 'kay? He doesn't know you, just me, and--look what I can do.
[She waves her hand around and smiles, briefly, before--serious, again.]
I'll drop him when we can't use him anymore. Promise. But stay the fuck away from him, he's bad fucking news.
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