Minx had heard of this place, but she never thought she'd find herself here. Wandering into the strange new environment, she looked around slowly trying to take it all in
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Weird little thing had just arrived in the nexus, of course, but he wouldn't hesitate to stick his big old snout where it didn't actually belong. Bright eyed and bushy tailed as usual, the scraggly underdog spoke ,"Do what calls you."
He said this almost sagely and nodded twice, ears flicked back against his skull ,"Money shouldn't be a factor!"
Jakobe looked at his own two feet and blinked a few times, lacking any foot gear whatsoever ,"..Do you really need those things to be happy?" He tilted his head to the side and watched her curiously.
"Oh, hun... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--" Awkwaaaard.
"The money is really good but I still miss the action. I don't want to risk injury but I'm really torn." She offered a small smile of apology for doubting the guy like that, "I'm Minx."
"Risk it, my dear; I'd be loathe to advise you to do anything that might put you in harm's way, but if it's in your blood, I doubt the money will do much to content you."
The Gentleman Ghost thinks for a moment, and then adds, "Perhaps you could wear a mask."
"Yes, quite..." Although 'superhero' is a dirty word to someone in the Injustice Society, she's far too pretty and pleasant for him to try to explain that. "Thank you, ma'am." He tips his hat, "I'm Jim Craddock, by the by, and you are..?"
He could tell just by looking at her that she probably wasn't the sort who'd settle for a quiet life and steady pay.
"Stick with the dancing, sucrose. Even if your world has full reconstructive therapy, you're still too gorgeous to get your body busted up in a fight! It'd be a crime against the natural order of things."
Pretty colors that shift, apparently, as he ruffles and pulses blue at her wink. ^-^
"Oooh, I wouldn't know a thing about that. Love-not-war, right? Whenever I have to do damage I never do it in a physical sense. But... I know some beings just need to fight. If it's something you have to do, there's probably a way... didn't someone mention a mask, before? Or maybe some sort of shielding, or a heal-trait..."
Dolly's better instincts are telling her to walk away because this can only lead to a massive headache, but she's answering anyway. For the record, she looks about sixteen on a good day, very short, and is wearing something that technically causes everyone within eyeshot to be committing a felony in most American states. Those electric blue dreadlocks are clipped in, though.
"I'd look for a career that depends less on your looks, if your hobby has the potential of fuckin' 'em up. Sex work pays well but the more scars you got, the more fucked up your face is, the harder it's gonna be to find work. You can make a career as a fighter last longer than a dancer, since strippers have a shelf life of about 30 years."
"Hmmm, so my choices are short term, big payout or long term less pay out. Ugh, and don't mention the big three-oh. I don't even want to think about getting old ever."
Two gorgeous girls for the price of one question! Minx looks the girl over with a smile and decides right then and there that she likes her.
"Aren't you a little underage to have the answer to my question?"
Stop that, you terrible child. As if to validate her age, she lights a cigarette (black clove, no one is surprised.)
"Yeah, I mean... I dunno. You can always stop dancing if your face gets busted and get another job doing... fight-y things. Work at a martial arts studio or something."
"Ew, legit fighting tutorial job? No thank you. What I do is beyond illegal, totally dangerous and usually takes place in a cage or alley at night. There's no fun in teaching people how to pretend to hurt other people."
If only street fighter was real. She'd be rolling in dough and beating up Cammy White's bitch ass.
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He said this almost sagely and nodded twice, ears flicked back against his skull ,"Money shouldn't be a factor!"
Stupid, stupid fox.
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"...But without money, I can't pay rent or buy food or get new shoes!"
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He..was happy.
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She offered a smile, "What's your name?"
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"The money is really good but I still miss the action. I don't want to risk injury but I'm really torn." She offered a small smile of apology for doubting the guy like that, "I'm Minx."
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The Gentleman Ghost thinks for a moment, and then adds, "Perhaps you could wear a mask."
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He was quite right. Money over passion was never the easiest choice.
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He could tell just by looking at her that she probably wasn't the sort who'd settle for a quiet life and steady pay.
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He was a nice change from the drunken pervs she met at the club, and he was right about her.
"Dancing is fun and all, but you just can't get over the feeling of your knuckles cracking open someone's nose! You know?"
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"Stick with the dancing, sucrose. Even if your world has full reconstructive therapy, you're still too gorgeous to get your body busted up in a fight! It'd be a crime against the natural order of things."
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"But there's a thrill that you can only get from busting up skin and making someone bleed!"
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"Oooh, I wouldn't know a thing about that. Love-not-war, right? Whenever I have to do damage I never do it in a physical sense. But... I know some beings just need to fight. If it's something you have to do, there's probably a way... didn't someone mention a mask, before? Or maybe some sort of shielding, or a heal-trait..."
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Minx is easily distracted. She'll probably remember the fighting conversation after she gets over those pretty shifting colours!
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"I'd look for a career that depends less on your looks, if your hobby has the potential of fuckin' 'em up. Sex work pays well but the more scars you got, the more fucked up your face is, the harder it's gonna be to find work. You can make a career as a fighter last longer than a dancer, since strippers have a shelf life of about 30 years."
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Two gorgeous girls for the price of one question! Minx looks the girl over with a smile and decides right then and there that she likes her.
"Aren't you a little underage to have the answer to my question?"
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Stop that, you terrible child. As if to validate her age, she lights a cigarette (black clove, no one is surprised.)
"Yeah, I mean... I dunno. You can always stop dancing if your face gets busted and get another job doing... fight-y things. Work at a martial arts studio or something."
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If only street fighter was real. She'd be rolling in dough and beating up Cammy White's bitch ass.
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