#herhell

❝ oh god, for shame !   i do not even know your name. ❞

It’s said so matter-of-factly that you could almost get the impression she doesn’t care one way or another. The operative word being ‘ almost ‘. Nervously, she chews on the end of the pen in her hand as she looks across at the rising star she’s supposed to be interviewing. 

( ... But, who seems to be interviewing who ? )

  “ Was it the lasting feeling of those dreams that gave way to your ambition to succeed in the entertainment industry then ? “

  She tries her best to look engaged, but something about his sentiments has taken the wind right out of her sails. 

"I would say that it's just been my dream to be an actor not that it has any correlation to my dreams at night. I might have a dream or two about successful auditions but they don't really have any effect." He chuckles an looks at the other with an apologetic smile on his face "If you're looking for real entertainment then I don't guess I have it here or all that much of it." He cocks an eyebrow then and looks across at her "I never thought that my dreams could have anything to do with it but now that I think about it a little bit they might at that. I'm not really certain."

Xavier gets up from the chair that he's sitting in and goes over to the window "I have nothing except selfish reasons for getting were I am today and the reasons behind it but I can tell you one thing, that talking about emotions and things like that is something that I don't do all that often and when I do it's because I'm in the mood for it and right now I'm not in the mood so maybe we could move the interview along from this." He chuckles then looking at her out of the corner of his eye "I do it for the money not because of much of anything else. I'm just as greedy as the next man even thought it is my dream."

@her-hell            " SURE CAN , kid," he's quick to reply. Swift isn't always so HELPFUL , but shooting some shit with his favorite Junior Journalist ain't exactly a CHORE .            Still, the first thing he does upon meeting Carol's eyes is SEARCH them. The detective can't help suspect something MORE than curiosity brought this request on. Swift's face stays inscrutable, as he hikes his eyebrows at her. "Need me to lend ya somethin' to practice with, or uh, do ya have one ALREADY ? "

Well, he certainly wasn’t expecting it. His eye widens for a moment before their fist makes contact with his gut, slamming into him. Good aim, going for his liver. That certainly makes for a painful impact on most people. But as their fist makes contact with his skin, something is wrong. Something feels different. The flesh is... hardened, somehow, reinforced, suffused with sheer might. It’s unyielding.

Slowly, Kenpachi turns his head up from their fist to make eye contact with them. Looming over Elle, his lips peel away from his teeth, the corners of his mouth rising to his eyes as the wide grin of a madman spreads over his face. He lets out a slow exhale.

❛❛ That’s no way to speak to a Captain ... ❜❜ - slaps nose with a piece of newspaper -

Correspondence // @her-hell

❝ THE SAINTS CAN’T HELP ME NOW. The ropes have been unbound. ❞