I AM NOT A MACODDITY!!

[smithnjones]

Martha Jones has spent the better part of the week at the Conrad hotel, as much as her house with a random smattering of people has become home to her, the Conrad will always hold a special place in her heart. It was her home for so long. She's leaving the hotel, actually, for the first time since she entered to walk through the park, take a break

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[theshameofcain]

Bambi's abandoned shop since it's long past closing and anyone who'd want to bother her after hours can just suck it and wait until the morning. Staying cooped up in her basement, working on forged documents until she wants to pass out, is not her idea of a good time. Sometimes she needs to get out.

And if it's just to go have a smoke somewhere not her shop, so be it.

She doesn't acknowledge Rusty at first- just some guy, whatever, but karma apparently gets her for not at least saying hello to the sap when she realizes she left her lighter back at the shop.

She stares miseribly at her unlit cigarette, and not actually at Rusty, but the words are clearly meant for him. "Got a light?"

[trivialsublime0]

Rusty only notices her when she speaks. It's not that he's trying to ignore the world around him, he's just not particularly observant. Especially when he's smoking. He glances at her, at the unlit cigarette in her hand, and the expression on her face.

Then he walks up, pulls his lighter, and lights it without saying a single word. He puts the lighter away just as quick as he got it out.

"Yeah. I got one."

[theshameofcain]

Bambi actually gives him a smile and starts up on the cigarette. "Nice," she says by way of a thank you. She sits in silence for a moment, just enjoying her cigarette before finally speaking again.

"You the new fish?" She arches an eyebrow. "It's okay. They don't tell me anything. I'm not sent to keep tabs on you or anything. All I ever get are names and faces so I know who to treat extra special when they come in."

And by extra special, that's supposed to imply she's nicer to them than most. Sometimes she is, sometimes she isn't.

[trivialsublime0]

Rusty blinks at the question, taking a drag from his own cigarette, quietly. He raises his eyebrows right back at her.

He's not used to that. To people noticing him or knowing of him. This shit with the Organization is going to get real weird, real fast, but y'know, he's trying to act like she didn't totally just take him off guard.

And failing at it.

"Yeah, new fish. That'd be me. Ain't got any idea about you though. I mean, I wasn't told a whole lot, but they say that's how it always is when you start." Rusty smirks a little. "I'd introduce myself, but I guess you already got that covered."

[theshameofcain]

"Rusty Hunt," Bambi drawls a little. "I'm the forger. Bambi Dalton's the name. Don't exactly run with the dogs, but I lie down with them, so I guess that doesn't make me any better. Oh, but we do so much good for the world, so it's all okay in the end." She rolls her eyes a little. Her opinion of the Organization changes day to day, depending on her mood and who holds the reigns this week.

She takes another drag off of her cigarette. "So what do they have you doing?"

[trivialsublime0]

Rusty has a difficult time not reacting when she says his name, her saying that she knew it and her saying it out loud is two different things. He covers his surprise, haphazardly, by smirking, a little.

"If I ever forget, guess I know who to come to."

Aw. He's trying to be cute and cheeky.

"Working at one of their clubs." Which basically translates in the world of the Organization to dealing out drugs or helping in some way with the drug dealing. Yaaay. "How 'bout you? Gotta be pretty damn special." If she's getting all those names and images.

[theshameofcain]

Bambi's been in this business long enough to know what that means. The dealers aren't her favorite people, but if Bambi has a 'favorite' people, she hasn't decided to let anyone know yet.

"Good luck with that. I hear some of them are pretty..." She waves a hand and goes back to her cigarette. Even she doesn't know the word she's looking for, because trying to describe the Organization in one word is nigh impossible.

"Just the forging. Documents, ID's. They've got me doing the Wanderers a free service and I hope they're paying me double, and they better be. There's a shitload of Wanderers in this goddamn city."

[trivialsublime0]

"Yeah. Well. I got the job while I was high. Talk about dumb shit you do when you're high. Could have fucked myself up, stolen shit, ended up in jail, ended up in the hospital, had a one night stand with Satan, but no. Cause it's me. I gotta get involved in shit, I'm guessin' you can't get out of, 'less you're in a body bag."

Rusty smokes on the cigarette, quietly, listening to her. He smirks at that.

"There's a shitload of everybody here. Never seen a place so full up and I been to all the major cities. Center of the universe is what they're sayin'." He glances at her. "Helluva job you got. Any advice for workin' for the Org?"

[theshameofcain]

She contemplates that for a bit, and then shrugs. "I've heard weirder recruitment stories... Maybe." She may just be trying to make him feel better, not that she has any reason to do that and she's not really... Okay, just don't question Bambi's logic. She has it, but it's odd.

Bambi, quite literally, snerks, and takes a drag off her cigarette. "That's why the Organization had to relocate. Can't rightly take over the world without being at the center of it." That's possibly a joke... Or it might not be. Her tone suggests it could go either way. "As for advice..." She drops the cigarette on the ground and crushes it under her heel, whirling to face him.

"If you don't have some marketable skill they can't live without, don't backtalk the leaders. If you're lucky, you may never actually meet the leaders. Hell, some of them even I haven't met. Don't ask too many questions and, for the love of God, don't try to leave if you have any sense at all."

[trivialsublime0]

Rusty raises his eyebrows.

"Not sure I wanna hear 'em if you got 'em."

He has to stare at her, honestly, trying to figure out whether or not she's joking. Unfortunately, he's gotten involved with such strange people in the short time he joined the ranks of the Organization.

Probably the dumbest thing he's ever done considering he's likely to fuck up and here when you fuck up, you die.

Yeah, he's scared.

Rusty freezes when she whirls around. Yes, he's intimidated by her. He's intimidated by most people. This is so not the job for him. Maybe he should just get high. Always.

"Right. Sorta how the family runs the business in the City." It's obvious to him, at least, what city he's referring to. "Just been a few decades since I was back home."

[theshameofcain]

Bambi's looking at him like she thinks he's going to tip over if she pushes him randomly. If he's scared, the bastard's probably going to get killed, but she's seen people more frightened than him dragged into this and come out tougher than deer jerky because of it.

"Get used to this being your new family, Chico. I hear Thanksgiving's a bitch."

And on that cryptic note, she takes off walking again, waving a little without turning around. "See you around, I guess, and remember what I said."

[trivialsublime0]

Rusty stares after her, for a moment, pressing the cigarette between his fingers with a sigh.

"Right," he mutters, turning away and dropping the cigarette to the pavement. "Officially the dumbest thing you've ever done, Rusty. Real nice. Maybe I should finally get 'round to writin' that fuckin' will."

He rolls his eyes.

Yeah right.

Like he has anything to leave anybody.