#*frozen in time

     “Get your blood hands off me!” Trinity cried, screeching as the rough bandits of the Bloodshots dragged her up the ramp, all the while the siren kicking and yelling to let her go. It was a day like this that made Trinity burst into a cold behavior. Literally. One of the bandits had scars that bleed from his arms, thanks to the help of the throwing ice daggers her power dealt with him. A snarl on her lips told that whoever she was being dragged to that she wasn’t happy. “Tell me why the fuck you brought me here and I might not kill you all.” She hissed, whirling to face the red-headed leader.

❛  Hellooo, Buttercup. Couldn’t help but notice that your from a great line of sirens. Mind telling me how you are, well since you’re a guy. Thought only girls could be a siren. What did the Eridians finally make an exception? ❜ Trinity said, hopefully the other will take it as a joking manner, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to confront him, he did look lethal. ❛ Please, if you took that to offense than I’m sorry, maybe, not really. ❜

❛ What are you exactly doing? Putting people in a fishbowl? ❜ Trinity laughed loudly Maya’s power was nothing compared to hers. ❛ I don’t mean any offense at all but you are weak.  I mean even I can beat you. Seriously. ❜ Trinity growled crossing her arms watching the other siren’s reaction, her words were laced with sarcasm. The siren groaned shaking her head, why was she even here in the first place watching a pathetic siren such as her.

❛ Hey, lover boy. Mind helping me move some furniture in my home? I seen those abs last time you where here, so you can’t make an excuse that you have no strength. ❜ A wink was sent to the smaller man’s way, before a giggle left Trinity. ❛ I’ll tell you what, you help me and I can help you with anything you need. I’m that trade-off kinda person, cause I’m nice. ❜ The siren joked before giving the man’s shoulder a good pat. A smile could be seen across her mouth, eyes wide and alive with energy. Hopefully he’d agree to her offer.

❛ You still here pretty boy? ❜ She cooed drunkly, a lopsided smile coming to her soft lips. One drink after the other, bottoms up and dollars down. She was getting drunk, too drunk. Trinity didn't even know she could get this drunk. She wasn’t much of a drinker but with a dare on the board she wasn’t about to let a good sum of money down the cap. The Ice-controlling siren wasn’t even sure if the man who made the bet was still here, but truly the young lady didn’t seem to care. Greenish-blue eyes looked over to Kurt again before raising from her slouch form that was seated on the stool near Moxxi’s counter. ❛  You wanna join me and have some fun? ❜

      Soon there was only a final man, but the siren did’t get the joy to kill him. He was bleeding, choking on his own blood. It seemed to the cold-hearted female that he was stabbed in the lungs by one of her icy daggers and was left to die on his own mahogany liquid. Suddenly heat pasted by her light blonde hair, the alert siren flipped backwards to see another woman, fire held in her hand and a simper on her red lips. The man was now dead, burning as a crisp. Trinity stared at the flame, thoughts racing through her head, sudden fear passed her eyes before dismissing it allowing her icy blue irises to transform back into their original greenish-blue color. Spread wide and proud her wings were reveal long and tall. ❛ Why have you come here? ❜ Her voice was soft, soothing almost if it wasn’t for the fact that she was silently glaring at the pyromancer.

       Argh. The sound of tearing wood off of the panels of a old floor came to the ears of whomever was close. Huffing was heard and the sound of stomping was soon followed. Sounds of all different types came from the open door of an old apartment that was nestled next to Moxxi’s bar. It was a mission, one that Trinity thought was going to be some fun. For the most part it was, seeing destruction and tearing apart a building piece by piece, but on the other hand it was hard work and left the frost-controlling siren sweating in the Pandoran heat. The upside of it all was that it was good pay and the cold from her tattoos gave her some extra cooling off. Trinity had been on this project since the crack of dawn and was only now starting to break when the sun was high in the center of the beautiful sky above. A tired sigh left her, maybe someone was generous enough to bring a drink. The sounds of footsteps made her freeze in her spot, hoping that it wasn’t a close drunk. She listened closely, there was no sounds of drunken grumbles nor did the steps seem to sway. A exhale left the siren when she could sense the other one of her kind close. Her tattoos gleaming brighter and she knew that a friendly part of her species was nearing. She just hoped it wasn’t the Crimson Raider leader, one of her encounters made the Firehawk shoo her out of the HQ.

She couldn’t see anything, not the slightest light hit her, she was in total darkness. Greenish blue eyes were open, the siren knew that much but as far as that, there was nothing else. Where was she? Suddenly blinding light flooded her vision as she looked ahead to see the close face of a male. He seemed in a hurry. Lulling her head off to the side she could feel the cold metal of a collar around her throat, thick and humming as she felt the hands that belonged to the male crawl up her sides. She scooted away pitifully, clearly she was drugged with some chemical and she couldn’t get her senses just right. When the man was doing something to free her, Trinity saw it as an act of harassment. She shook her head, feeling her feet drag towards the man once again. ❛ Leave me alone. ❜ She grumbled softly, her tattoos dully light as a small giggle left her, a hiccup following closely behind. Moving her head back to slump downward, Trinity allowed her eyes to look into the male’s others, on her wrist was her name tag and, a bracelet that the man she loved had gave her so long ago. Trinity.