I was born in a cross-fire hurricane

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WHO: Tiny T and Frankie C
WHERE: Some less than pleasant parts of town
WHEN: Tonight
WHAT: Bonding
WARNINGS:...The Punisher and an explosives expert meet. Warnings for that.

Scraaap metal is fallin' down, slamin' down. Scraaaap metal is gonna blow UP the city.

[Maybe it's the eeriness of a sing-song, slightly modified version of London Bridges drifting out the smashed window of the abandoned house that keeps the other wanna be burglars away. Maybe it's the occasional bursts of swearing that would make a sailor faint when a load of copper piping falls on her toes. Or maybe it's the pair of stuffed bunnies with grenades clutched in their paws, wobbling in a horror movie style version of walking back and forth before the staircase that leads to the upper bathroom she's currently looting.

Who knew. Whatever the case, Tina's been at this scrapping business for a few hours with no disturbances despite the occasional gunfire and general hoodlum hobbies she can hear happened just outside the window. Just how she likes it.

But still, it's freaking hot in this city. Even a teenage badass needs a break, so Tiny knocks out the last bits of broken glass from one of the windows and leans against the frame, taking in the...well. Still hot, but at least a little more fresh air and looking around at the alley below.]

My fair lady...

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[ Down below, in the alley between the abandoned house and the only slightly better kept gambling den next door, a skinny guy in track pants is walking by fast, head ducked and hands in his pockets. The sound of breaking glass makes him look up, sharp, but at the sight of her in the window - What the fuck? - tracksuit king just picks up the pace even further, practically tripping over his feet. An empty can skids across the pavement as he hurries on.

Across the way, a more familiar dark shape moves quick and silent along the rooftop level with Tina's window, keeping pace.

At least, until the strange song clicks into place. Frank pulls up short, boots coming to a muffled scraping stop in the loose roof material, buzzed head catching in the streetlight not unlike a deer.

A beat passes.

He brings an index finger to his lips, the way he had in the cafe. Shh. ]

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[She's not totally silent, giggling (muffled behind a hand) as she climbs to fully sit in the broken window for a better view, padding protecting her legs from bits of remaining glass.

Scavenging and a show. Good night.]

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[ Frank gives her kind of a look, but– alright, so she's going to sit there and watch. At least she's not interfering.

Track suit king has seen her face, though, which changes things just a bit. Not that Frank had been planning to invite the guy in for a coffee or anything, but. Well, let's just say that's not a memory Frank wants him running his mouth to his buddies about whenever he gets where he's going. She stands out in a crowd, as it were.

So when his quarry turns a corner around the abandoned house, Frank drops down to the pavement behind him. One arm hooks under the guy's chin and locks tight. The other clamps over his mouth. The guy panics, lanky limbs flailing, bony fingers coming up to claw at the hands on him, fingernails scraping skin for a few desperate seconds. With a muffled whumph, he manages to back Frank into the wall behind them, but it's not enough. His struggles get weaker.

And then he's being dragged backward, toward the ground floor of the house of Tina's occupying. Frank and his now-rag-doll target make it in the doorway, into the living room— and come to a stop a few paces from the stairs. Or more specifically, the bunnies. What the fuck. ]

You mind?

[ He's just. assuming those are hers. ]

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Ladies, we have gentlemen callers!

[She's been literally bouncing in anticipation of Frank and his guest making it all the way to her little room, broken glass on the floor a bit more fractured now than it was a few seconds ago.

At her call, the little bunnies, like guards outside of Buckingham Palace, turn as one to face each other, then towards Tina, finally marching over into a corner to stand at grenade-holding attention for when she needs them next.]

You must forgive the state of the place. I wasn't expectin' a partay to break out.

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[ That sure is a trick. Frank's eyes follow the toys, and he makes a mental note to ask about those explosives later. For now, he's just happy to have them not aimed at him. ]

Don't worry, [ Frank says with a nod to his unconscious companion, ] We won't be causing much of a ruckus.

[ His new friend looks unlikely to so much as raise his head anytime soon, as it happens. Frank drags him unceremoniously up the rest of the way, casting a glance right and left through the doors to the rooms. ]

There a chair in here?

[ An intact one, he means. ]

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Uh...toilet work?

[ Couldn't loot that and all. She gets the many advantages of a nice proper chair and table to tie a psycho up at, but this ain't her place. Just a loot spot.

She goes over to poke the guy's cheek anyway, testing this whole 'unconscious' thing. ]

Friend of yours?

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[ Frank narrows his eyes in the general direction of the bathroom, then down at the dude's arms. Well, that isn't exactly going to be comfortable, but then, discomfort is kind of the point.

Mr. Unlucky's doesn't budge, cheek poke or no. ]

Something like that. [ Frank shrugs and takes hold of the guys shoulders, dragging him on. Toilet will do. ] What are you doing up here, anyway?