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[grenadeball]

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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[frobocop]

As the weeks piled up, Atsuko found herself taking more late-night shifts, patrolling alone more and more often. At this point, she had to admit, it wasn't really patrol so much as it was her walking around at midnight with a gun near one hand and a cup of black coffee in the other. But that was alright by her, as stopping crime had never been Atsuko's primary concern. The important thing about the work was that it gave her something to do, and that kept her from going crazier than she already was.

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

[grenadeball]

Tank just started to whistle an Iggy Pop song as she walked in - she hadn't even heard the coffee cup dropping, or 'You have got to be shitting me' coming from behind her.

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.

[frobocop]

Taking her whip out, she moved in a little closer to the criminal, but not close enough to get within earshot. The thing had gotten easier to control over the last few weeks, so she was reasonably confident that this would work; she hadn't strangled anyone since that first poor bastard, anyway.

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.

[grenadeball]

And then Tank just looked - sort of lazily, really - at her brick. Well, her hand that no longer had a brick. Sad, really. That brick was ready for some goooood smashing.

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.