WHO: Tank Girl, Atsuko Jackson
WHERE: In a department store that Tank is breaking into, for shits and giggles.
WHEN: Urrrr, sometime this weekend?
WARNINGS: Could be anything, given that this is Tank involved.
SUMMARY: Tank breaks the law - what else is new - but this time she's breaking it in front of law enforcement officials.
FORMAT: Whatevs
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The boys are alright, but the girls are even better )
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It was disgusting--the coffee, not the gun--but the bitterness and the sudden heat helped to lend her little walks an extra sense of purpose. Especially here, where it still could get so goddamn cold. A vacation might be nice, sometime, except that it would only remind her of what she'd lost. She'd looked at the maps a month ago and confirmed her suspicions; Brazil was a hollow shell. Some of the landmarks were the same, sure, but the cities had different names, and the people who matteredHuh. Look at that. Somebody appeared to be busting ( ... )
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Then she switched over to whistling the Jeopardy theme.
She still held the brick in hand, just looking to break shit inside, just because. Because she was fucking bored and she hadn't done this in so, so long, that it ached.
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She sent the lash shooting out to snake around the brick Tank was holding, then she yanked the handle back. Might as well get rid of the weapon first.
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Then she turned back around, lighting up a cigarette as she did so.
"Mind telling me exactly what the fuck you think you're doing?"
Once lit, she blinked a few times. Then smirked.
"Oh wait, I know you, don't I? You're, uhhh.... uhmmm..."
Biting her lip over it.
"Fuck, I am terrible at names..."
She didn't seem terribly concerned that she was about to be attacked, or possibly arrested.
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