𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ⁽ᵒᶠ⁾   ▬ ▃ ...

JENNIFER CHECK ─── from Diablo Cody's "Jennifer's Body". @jennifercheck.

LARA CROFT ─── from Core Dynamic's "Tomb Raider". @crofter.

MULTI-MUSE ─── featuring female characters from (and based within) the horror genre. @horrorsofgirlhood.

KATHRYN MERTEUIL ─── from Roger Krumble's "Cruel Intentions". @diableuil.

BLAIR WALDORF ─── from Cecily Von Ziegesar's "Gossip Girl". @dorfmot.

𝕱rank's already barking out a laugh, cigar hanging limply between thick bandaged fingers, before taking another long ─ calculated drag. “ I might've heard that one once or twice, ” Frank cant help but think; she reminds him of Jessica, with the same brand of foul mouth [LIKE FRANK'S ONE TO TALK] Thick cigar smoke coils around them both as frank exhales, hard to get a read on her through her shades. He gives her a once over; posture confident yet still guarded. Frank can respect that. Micro's file on her wasn't particularly extensive, but his info is always spot on; [MERCURIAL, UNPREDICTABLE & HARD TO PIN DOWN] Frank's quirking a bushy brow at Lara already gliding into his personal space, bringing with her a faint flora ─ fruity scent.

Hmm. He's rolling the offer around in his mind, “ promises promises, ” He drawls; circling her, Frank's like a shark in the water, trying to get a sniff of blood. There's a guttural sound from deep within the cavity of his chest, hmmm. He's pensive as he finally stops in front of her. What the hell, “ Alright. What d'you fly? First class? ” It's said as a light jab, Frank isn't a designer snob by any means; for him simple & efficient is what he gravitates towards, but he knows enough to pick out someone out who prefers the finger things in life. “ Nice shades. ”

Mental notes are being taken. Eyes scanning him, up & down, as if he's another one of her milestones ─ travel sites she likes to never forget. It's not that he's sweet to look at, ( 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝙰 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝚄𝚂 ) but he strangely reminds her of ... herself. Only from first glance. Lara would hate to admit she's found her, kindred spirit in a vigilante no less. The mere thought shakes her awake. Hands remove themselves from hips, and instead hang over her holster, a feeble(?) attempt at establishing control. It's a little pathetic, the sudden threat she feels coming from his frame. Causes her to pull her hands out of her wrists, take two short strides towards him, and hold up two digits that wrap around his cigarette ── stealthy & firm, her grip tightens, stealing his smoke and returning back to her original spot. The smirk should be enough to steady the banter, but as she inhales, leaving her two digits held around it, her eyes narrow up at him. " I do have a few questions for you, though. Hope that's not a turn-off. " Brows wiggle, pearls flashed.

" How is The Punisher planning to jail-break me out of Paris? " She exhales her second toke, before resuming her short strides, arriving back at his front, and still holding his cigarette between her two lips. It's a challenge, to see if he'll bite. And if he does, she'll only want another. Face relaxes ─ no smirk, no squinted eyes, no cheekiness. A second of honesty.

" 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝. " his hands clap together, wiping off any grime. he can handle this, hes handled worse. " so ... we gonna keep running up this mountain? or ... "

As soon as he speaks, she comes to a halt, hands returning to hips while head tilts. " If you have a better idea, by all means, have at it. " Accent runs thick, like the blood seeping from her leg. " If you'd like to take a breather, 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙰 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 & 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴, I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass. With legs like these, " While she trails on the latter word, she crouches down to lend herself a lift, jumping up to grab onto a metal ladder.