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maskormenacelogs2016-09-11 02:03 pm
pandorasboombox) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-09-11 02:03 pm
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I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
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...
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...