#91centossa

You have a point though? Like my resources for my Jason M//omoa FC and some icons I’m sitting on for an I//dris Elb//a FC don’t dare make either man look whitewashed... and yet trying to play Jessica S//ula as an FC was a nightmare for me, and Eme//raude Tou//bia is going much the same so far.

“It’s too much to expect you’ve broken out of one of these before, isn’t it?”

Staring morosely out the window of the panda, the Russian kept her face from view of whatever camera might be lurking, her voice a soft murmur that would hopefully escape most microphones. How much could they be paying to outfit their police equipment in the ass-end of Somerset, anyway? She was still half-expecting DCI Barnaby to amble up any moment now.

She still couldn’t believe one insidious phone call and a visit from some hick officer had managed to get two of the Commonwealth’s finest locked up in the backseat of a police vehicle. Licking the back of her teeth irritably, Julia flared her nostrils. Indecent exposure her ass -- Centossa had seen no more of what Eve had given her than any other man. She doubted the sight of her body could do anything to inflame more amorous passions, anyway. And still this jumped up second form reject thought they were fucking in their shitty little rental.

There was no telling who she ought to be more offended for -- herself, the assumed hussy, or the insinuations about Centossa’s tastes. Mostly, she focused on thoughts of escape, chased down sweetly with the thought of getting her hand around their targets throat and squeezing the life out of her for this nefarious way of shaking a tail.

“I once got the door off one of these, but that was ages ago -- some shithole in Latvia. You know it must have been dire if I could do it.” Even if the doors weren’t so sturdy, there was no helping the cuffs around their wrists. Gritting her teeth, she managed a few more words.

Crunch. Crunch. CRUNCH.

If this hanger on meant to achieve ANYTHING in peace, he would find out how dangerous it was to expect ANYTHING in her presence. Another safe house, another security team trying their best to crawl inside of her, and it had all become old hat by the time Hel was ten. Security came and went, homes were dwelt in and abandoned in the blink of an eye -- and all that remained was how AWFUL sugary cereals were, and how AMUSING it was to OBSERVE her own shadows.

Watching the Englishman move through the flat, Hel took another mouthful of the processed crap. How Vali and Narfi ever managed to stomach the stuff was BEYOND her, no matter how young they might be. Swallowing down her breakfast, Hel finally recovered her voice, scratchy still from SLEEP.

Robin recognized the green-eyed man in front of her, but she couldn’t identify where from. His face was familiar in a way that a passerby’s face would be, or a friend of a friend’s. The man’s well-dressed, almost regal poise hinted at the possibility that the man was some form of high-up agent. Robin’s eyes fell when the agent caught her staring.

“Pardon me, monsieur,” she apologized. “You seem familiar. Do I know you, perhaps?”

She was still completely shocked by the other’s actions, and so were the other’s at her booth. Luckily, not many had seen the incident occur, having been too busy drinking. When the man was shoved away, he quickly fled out the front door, all that had seen the event watching him go. Green eyes turned to inspect Centossa, unsure what had caused him to react so violently. He had effectively trapped her in the booth by sitting down next to her at the end, making her feel a bit cornered. It was almost like he was blocking her off from anyone else. Everyone at the table was awkwardly exchanging glances, unsure of what to say until another brunette soldier popped her lips and spoke up.

“Shame, War. He was actually kind of hot.”

julia’s nightmare meme.

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