Bloody-Minded // Closed
Characters: Jonathan Crane, Ginger Fitzgerald
Content: The meeting of two of Manhattan’s more crazed psychopaths
Location: Intact coffee shop near Union Square
Time of day: Late afternoon, after the thread with V
Warnings: With these two in the same room? Do the math. Language, possible violence/death-threats, allusions to bad deeds done in the past, snarkyness, ect.
Concerning everything that had happened over the past two weeks, Ginger wanted coffee. Coffee solved, if not everything, a large amount of it. And none of that decaf shit. No, the real, dark, black, good coffee. Like the kind Godot made, only she couldn’t ever go back and ask him for some, even if Rai Rai Ken was still intact.
People talked. She could have handled one. Could have handled ten. But not a lynch mob. Not that many. It would have been bad. She knew that. There was a sort of pulse inside her, telling her things like that. Instinct, better than before, stronger. Ginger was stronger than ever. Stronger than anything. She could take anyone on, kill anything.
Force of nature.
It didn’t even seem like a curse anymore.
The pain always went away.
She sauntered over to the coffee shop in her stolen boots and pushed the door open, sneer daring anyone to take her own, and eyes gleaming in a way that suggested she was hoping something would be stupid enough to try.
It would be very nice to kill someone right now.
What she found was almost as good.
“Well, well. Look at what we’ve got here.”
Ginger smiled, baring fangs.