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That's me, the one in the mask. -- No, the other one in the mask.

Feb 12, 2009 00:52

No matter what time you're from, there's something deeply alarming about a tank driving up to where you're staying. Whether you're military or civilian, post-apocalyptic or pre-modern, there's something disturbing about a vehicle big enough to crush the average car and with enough firepower to take out a small building. And if you've never ( Read more... )

tank girl, graverobber, clark kent, indiana jones, introductions, warren peace

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notbirdnorplane February 12 2009, 09:03:06 UTC

Yeah, and have a Superman floating down from above, because, really, a tank? He's somewhat inclined.

"... Can I help you?"

p_p_p_pow February 12 2009, 09:06:04 UTC

Wow, flying people. Rebecca wasn't the slightest bit rattled by the army of mutant kangaroo-men, so she can accept this-- and Superman was popular enough before 2022 that she knows who he is, or at least recognizes the reference.

She props herself up on the gun and flashes a peace sign. "Nope, I'm good. Superman, huh? Where you been the last eleven years?"

Don't worry, Supes, she's not dangerous. ... Well, okay, she's very dangerous. She's just unlikely to blow up innocent people.

notbirdnorplane February 12 2009, 09:07:34 UTC

He arches an eyebrow. "That depends on where and when you came from."

p_p_p_pow February 12 2009, 09:14:25 UTC

"2033, duh," she says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "You know, meteor, water shortage, human rights violations, any of this ringing a bell?" As awful as what she's saying is, and as true as it is, she can't help a wry little lipquirk and a raised eyebrow.

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namedafteradog February 12 2009, 09:21:13 UTC

Here's a certain archaeologist, surveying her rather bemusedly. "I don't think I want you to knock, honey," he says wryly, and tips his hat back some. "Where're you from?"

p_p_p_pow February 12 2009, 09:29:55 UTC

The question merits a nosewrinkle-- she grew up in the middle of nowhere, after all, but she can trace her background. "Former property of WP HQ," says Rebecca brightly, dropping to the ground and leaning against the tank's treads. "Current adopted Ripper and danger to society." She grabs his hand and shakes enthusiastically. "Nice to meet ya!"

namedafteradog February 12 2009, 09:41:35 UTC

"Uh-huh." He makes a note to look those up later, if he can, and offers her a mostly polite grin. "Indiana Jones."

p_p_p_pow February 12 2009, 09:45:23 UTC

"Indi-ana Jones," she repeats, tapping her finger against her lips. "Indiana Jones. Nope, doesn't ring a bell, don't think I know you." Still, she extends a dirty hand for a kiss. "Friends call me Tank Girl. You can call me Tank Girl."

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notavillain February 14 2009, 23:02:00 UTC

Warren comes out when he hears the rumble of the approaching tank, and he just kind of stares. Because that's really not something you see every day. The eighteen year old (he's been here a while) shoves his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and leans against the door. "What the hell?"

p_p_p_pow February 15 2009, 05:31:34 UTC

Pausing on the barrel, Rebecca crosses her legs over it and glances down at Warren, as surprised by his greeting as he is by her arrival. "Whatsamatter?" she says, with another pat to the metal. "Never seen a tank before?"

notavillain February 15 2009, 05:36:20 UTC

He just gives an annoyed sigh. "I know what a tank is. Why'd you drive it up to the hotel?"

p_p_p_pow February 15 2009, 07:15:30 UTC

"What do you want me to do, walk?"

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ontopofthedead February 27 2009, 07:36:49 UTC

Graverobber peers out the door of the hotel, not daring to step out into the sun (with his complexion he'd fry). ... and for once, what he sees surprises him.

"That's... new and exciting. Hi there."

p_p_p_pow February 27 2009, 09:36:59 UTC

For her part, Tank Girl flashes a smirk. Graverobber looks like the kind of person she's used to back home, and as such, she reverts right back to her ways at home. Which is to say the tank's gun zeroes in on him automatically and the girl on top of it chews on the end of her cigarette, savoring the position. "Damn straight," she laughs. "So how 'bout some answers, spookyboy? When did I get to fucking Disneyland?"

ontopofthedead February 27 2009, 14:06:49 UTC

"Spookyboy?" He grins at the nickname, approving. "I like that."

Graverobber eyes the sun and the sand warily, deciding it would be best not to risk it. "Come inside and we'll talk. I hate shouting." Unless it's spontaneously and in graveyards.

p_p_p_pow February 27 2009, 20:40:15 UTC

She follows him inside, hand not far from the knife at her waist. "The fuck are we? Who's in charge here?"