Time: Mid-day
Location: Downtown Hoboken
Minx was througoughly freaked out by the time she wandered downtown. Not only did she have to deal with being in a shithole of a town like HOBOKEN, NEW JERSEY, but now she was turning into a freaking MONSTER at night. Oh, and not just any monster, a monster that seduces everyone and munches on parts of their
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Then he noticed her hair- black. Not blonde. Black.
Not Harley.
It was amazing how quickly he was returned to his usual collected demeanor.
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Roman pitched the cigarette to the ground, not bothering to stub it out. Hell, let the city catch on fire- no skin off his back.
"So. Tell me. What's your sign?"
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"...My sign? No vacancy." She spoke flatly and turned away, continuing on her path. She was not interested in a guy that wears a mask in the middle of January.
If he was smart, he'd back off. Hadn't he seen what she did to Crane? She hadn't even been trying then!
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"You'd really comment on what makes me hot without even asking my name while wearing that ridiculous mask? Honestly. You hang out at strip clubs a lot, don't you?"
She knew his type. The ones that start drinking in the middle of the day and get so wasted by the time she gets on the stage that they try to jump her three feet from the pole and have to get taught some manners by security. Sickos.
"You're not my type, sweetie. I like normal." She smiled, "And rich."
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He sketched a mocking little bow, hands a-twirl, grinning up at her all the while.
"And you would be?"
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The one he had covered obviously wasn't normalcy. He had to be rich. Minx was not above having a sugar daddy... again. Besides, his body wasn't all that bad, and masks came off! Right?
"Do you know that guy I was just talking to? Or do you listen in on all conversations you happen to be standing by?"
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Ah, the Bat. That was one good thing about this place- no Batman breathing down his neck every time he tossed a body out the window.
"Kinda. The one I know's a bit different. Tall, skinny dude. Old. Kinda ugly. Set him on fire, and he turned into goddamn Godzilla. Dunno what this one's story is."
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And what the fuck was the bat? Minx was not a fan of comics, nor had she ever been to Gotham. She had no idea what he was talking about.
"Wait, wait, wait. You know ... a version of him, that you set on fire, and then he turned into Godzilla? You're on drugs."
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He stopped, looking side-wise at her. "Where're you from, then? Anywhere exciting?"
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Truth be told, bad boys are what make her hot.
"I'm from L.A. I don't fare well away from the sunshine and beaches. This New Jersey atmosphere is ruining my complexion." She bit her lip and batted her lashes at him.
"Gotham sounds pretty popular, though. Despite how fucked up it is."
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He let his eyes travel along her body, quite obviously letting them slide over every inch of her exposed skin. "Y'look fine to me. Better than fine. In fact, I'd hit it like a mack truck."
Oh, Roman. Such class.
"What can I say? Lotta people are morons. And without morons, I'd be flat outta business."
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She smiled despite his crude comment and his blatant staring. "Without guys like you, I'd be out of business."
Why yes, she was flirting. How did you guess? Despite his lack of class, Minx was througougly amused. She was so amused, in fact, that she jutted her hip out just so and crossed one foot in front of the other, emphasizing her shapely legs,
"I'm curious, what happens to you when the shadows show up?"
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From the way she'd acted before, he'd thought she might've turned out to be a 'play hard to get' kind of girl, but, nope. That didn't seem to be how this was turning out at all. For walking away from something this easy, Roman was now pretty sure that Crane, despite his genius reputation, was a total and complete idiot.
"Not much. I get a bit more... impulsive, you could say. But, really- it's all me, all the time. And what about you?"
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Wow, way to call her easy, Roman. While that is true, it's not very nice! Minx just has needs, okay? Not just human needs, demonic needs!
The fact that he didn't change into something worse at night both impressed and worried her. It was kind of fascinating, but mostly scary. If he didn't get any worse... did that mean he was as bad as he could be? She did have a knack for attracting the psychotic, villain types. Perhaps it had worked again this time.
"Me? Oh, nothing special. I just turn into a soul sucking, yet sexy, demon. Not that big of a change. My glass goes from half empty ... to completely full."
Though she said it in a tone that suggested she was joking, in reality she was lamenting the fact that she changed at all. Minx just wanted to be normal.
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