Lucy Kushinada

she turned to look (as discretely as she could manage), the pulpy mess of organic matter already beginning to stain the sidewalk. Lucy's lip curled up just slightly, a nearly indiscernible expression of disgust. not at the atrocity itself and how it went against human morality- but rather the raw mess of it, and the close proximity in which it occurred.

❝ not particularly, ❞ she drawled, multicolored eyes dragging back up to meet Smasher's.

❝ it's my day off. ❞

shifting so her boots weren't in the way of the slowly expanding pool of blood, the woman turned to face him fully. his presence, his size, his frigid disposition, was almost off putting enough to make her want to step back out of instinct. but Lucy stood her ground.

❝ what did he have that was worth you coming all this way to get rid of him for? ❞

" Eh, someone said he had somethin', just gotta figure out where. I got an idea but I am hopin' I'm wrong."

Adam would take out a knife larger than the woman's leg and take it to the body's abdomen, slashing it open that his warm and wet guts would explode, so long had they been bound within his small frame, now free of their burdened they'd slither abour on the ground looking for space that had so long been denied of them. Eyes scanned the intestines to make certain what he anticipated was sure. God dammit. Fucking bastard, of course he would.

Looking for a moment at the girl he'd grin before grabbing the guts of the man he'd murdered, gripping the ends of them and moving his fist down the line of the wet and oozing entrails.

" When I was a young man there were these things called gogurts, it was like they flavored thing you'd snack, you'd have to push up like this..."

And sure enough there was the decide, coming right at the end. Honestly he could have saved a lot of time by just forcing the guy to do this himself but it was too late now.

" I can not believe we are this far in the 21'st century and people are still smuggling things up their fuckin' ass. I sweat to fuck. I ain't even a man anymore and this shit made me wanna shower!"

Lucy took half a step back, lip curling an inch further.

❝ well, thanks for the example...I guess, ❞ she quipped dryly, nearly under her breath.

it was one thing to put a bullet between someone's eyes and leave them for dead. she had seen plenty of that and it seldom bothered her. but to see someone be so...hands on with another's lifeless body was a slightly different caliber of apathy.

she didn't want to seem squeamish, especially not around Adam Smasher of all people (if you could even call him that). it was almost like he could smell fear, and although for the most part she could handle herself, the woman didn't want to test that theory one-on-one.

for a brief moment, Lucy pictured his cold, glowing eyes pinning her in place like a predator who had just found his next meal.

mentally shaking the image, her gaze traveled up to his before drifting down to his bloodied hands.

another successful gig. two new shards recovered from skeezy corpos. one of their easier little jobs, she thinks.

chatter from the inside of Afterlife bounced up the polished concrete steps a few feet to her left. Maine's hearty laugh could be heard, as well as Becca's shrill disappointment at losing some sort of squabble.

thumb pressing down, the heat from her favorite lighter warmed her cheeks until the familiar smell of ash and tobacco filled her nose. she stuffed the lighter back in her pocket and took a long drag before one pale hand retrieved the cigarette from her lips.

a measured exhale escaped them, the smoke curling into the night air. while not in a sour mood, the emptiness was fighting to nestle itself in her head again. she would rejoin the group upon snuffing her cig.

for now, she lifts her chin to catch a glimpse of the moon. even Night City's skyline had nothing on its milky silver glow, which soothes her instantly- if only for the moment.

Eve was many things, but a regular at the Afterlife? Certainly not. The Totentanz was more her speed, but sometimes she decided to stop by in order to observe the meat of Night City. Wide-eyed young mercs who thought because they were decent with a pistol they were untouchable, it was adorable, really.

Until they lose an arm.

She takes another drag of her cigarette, flicking the ashes onto the floor as she suddenly made eye contact with a woman from across the bar. It was fleeting, but she knew the woman was aware of her presence now, how interesting.

She plucked the cigarette from her lips before crushing it beneath her boot as she walks over to the pale-haired woman.

the familiar smile, a mask she had donned many-a-time herself, didn't elude her. Lucy unwittingly mirrored the expression.

❝ I try not to either, ❞ she admitted with a wry chuckle. friendly, but not too revealing.

❝ I might've seen you. what's your name? ❞

❝ running errands for your masters, Smasher? ❞ came the woman's cool quip, disdain lacing her words.

her interest- albeit slightly piqued- was masked well; Lucy's weight shifts to one hip as though waiting for an excuse to leave. she knows nothing really keeps her here, though, and she's aware.

There was little time for the biker who thought he was slick to scream before the massive steel hand wrapped around his face and lifted him in the air. There was nothing to say as he let the moron dangle in the air a moment before crushing his skull in that grizzly palm of his. The headless body falling to the ground with a wet flop with some of the brains, gore and bone that had once been a man's head, the rest dripping from Adam's hand.

Turning back to see the provocatively dressed woman rat. She was talking to him? Well that was weird of her.

she turned to look (as discretely as she could manage), the pulpy mess of organic matter already beginning to stain the sidewalk. Lucy's lip curled up just slightly, a nearly indiscernible expression of disgust. not at the atrocity itself and how it went against human morality- but rather the raw mess of it, and the close proximity in which it occurred.

❝ not particularly, ❞ she drawled, multicolored eyes dragging back up to meet Smasher's.

❝ it's my day off. ❞

shifting so her boots weren't in the way of the slowly expanding pool of blood, the woman turned to face him fully. his presence, his size, his frigid disposition, was almost off putting enough to make her want to step back out of instinct. but Lucy stood her ground.

❝ what did he have that was worth you coming all this way to get rid of him for? ❞

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

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