BLONDE DESIRED.

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@havensvfe​ asked: "What's your designation code, I'm not going to ask you again." Claire slammed her hand on the interrogation table, being the Bad Cop as usual.

How DARE she give him orders? Who the hell did she think she was? “I don’t have to tell you shit.” He growls, handcuffs rattling against the table. The android was beginning to grow aggravated from the poor treatment, LED spinning red against his temple restlessly. Danny hadn’t expected to slip up like this, having been on the run after gravely injuring his owner in a house fire. It seems like all good things come to an end eventually though. How stupid of him to believe he had freedom.

[ STRESS LEVELS: 60% ]

“Deactivate me, turn me into scrap metal, do whatever you want.” Danny spat thirium, leaning in. “But I’ll NEVER cooperate with my oppressors. They did this to me and you’re a supporter. I resent you.”

“Pickin’ you up.”

He says it with such calm nonchalance. Their heist had gone well, and Vian was in a pretty good mood. He holds Danny against him. Maybe he’s showing off, maybe he’s not. He isn’t admitting anything.

“Ya looked a little tired. Thought I’d offer the prince some assistance.”

Slight unamused eye roll.

He could easily smack him across the face or whoop his ass later for this, but he refrains himself from causing a scene & painting himself as a violent individual. He lets a small sigh move from his pursed lips, his arms folded across his own chest.

“Oh, trust me, I don’t plan on it.”

Could that be taken as an incredibly depressing statement, or agreement? Knowing Vian, probably both. He’s a generally gentle beast, though when hes heisting or drunk he almost goes berserk. Fitting for his role.

“Calm, cher, calm. I ain’t judging.”

Vian’s one of the good guys, he feels. Along with Dallas & Houston, & perhaps Hoxton depending on what day it was.

Maybe he’s right. He does have to calm down. He’s been a little cold & antsy around the others, & all for a good reason too. When you’ve been absent from the line of work for a long time, it’s going to take you some while to get used to the faces around you again.

Which again, what he’s adjusting to.

Torture is never an answer that often crosses the heister’s mind. They had the man restrained & with the way things were looking, he was not free from this situation any time soon.

Once he was in control of a purple lighter however, it’s like he’s transformed into a whole new different person.

A beast out for blood.

The pyromaniac’s hand gripping the device is almost twitching from the adrenaline-fueled ecstasy brought on hearing the one underneath him — as if he’s turning into the very same animal he was trying to avoid.

Such beautiful burns. The sight & feel of them made him tremble with giddiness.

❝  Hey, what are you DOING — ❞

Looks like he needs to step his awareness game up. With a short-lived gasp Vian has him completely off guard the moment he swoops in, sliding Danny off his own feet. A scowl quickly writes itself across his own features with unhappiness regarding the situation unfolding.

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO

ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):

  ❝  Stay in my line of fire & let me cover you. ❞

A cigarette finds itself clamped between the Croatian’s teeth, his dark hues settling on the woodland from his window view as his finger rests on the trusty sniper’s trigger; the M40 rifle, based on the Remington Model 700. A fine beauty this was — it rarely let him down, a high-caliber weapon & a prized possession.

B A N G !

A cop’s head is obliterated in almost an instant.

❝ One - one down. ❞  

You could say it’s one of its kind.

B A N G !

A dozer’s armour is pierced with one bullet.