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@babydxhl sent 009.   a run-down (or abandoned) motel room . for tiff?

"This brings me back." She's giggling as she nudges the dead body with the toe of her heel. Its not one of her expensive pairs, so she's not entirely worried about any of the blood, but she's more entranced by the décor. Its a near replica of the hotel in Hackensack, just a little more rundown. Which, in itself, is more than a little impressive. She wasn't sure if anything could really be more worn-down than Hotel Hackensack.

She looks at Mary, then manages a slightly softer smile. "Chucky and I ... when we were first together, we killed in a place like this." Her heart skitters a little in her chest and she remembers that night, mind going back to that night as if it was happening again for the first time. It wasn't anything too bad, either. It was passionate, at least after they finished killing their first victim. Was it classless to have sex right on a crime scene? Maybe, but they never really cared about what was considered classy or not.

Tiff sits in the chair near the small vanity, surprised that it didn't collapse, and gives a small sigh. "Feels like everything is kind of falling apart now, you know?" she asks, waving to the window. "This city just sucks the life out of everything and leaves ... husks."

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Tiffany looks at Mary, something catching her off guard. She shoots off a quick text to Nica, not quite knowing who'd end up responding, before she turns her attention to the ruined rug. "You should know I don't trust anyone with this aside from Chucky." Its an arrangement they'd had for a while. She's typically the one responsible for the disposing, but she's managed to teach Chucky some helpful tips over the years.

"That's always a fair point." The rug seemed plush, adding a nice centerpiece to the room. She knows she'd have the same reaction if someone had done the same thing to any of her items. She's almost put Chucky on the couch before for ruining a rug, but that was remedied when she realized that Nica was trying to help Chucky clean the rug as well. So, Chucky only had to spend half a night on the couch.

Her phone chimes with a short message - a simple thumbs up emoji with a smiley face following. She sighs, then gives a roll of her eyes. "Chucky'll be coming over soon to do the clean-up," she says with a small shrug. "In the meantime, I'm going to assume you don't want to be here when he does."

Thinking about it for a moment, a gleam settles into her eyes. "Want to do some shopping?"

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Admittedly, Tiffany was a little worried when she arrived and found the door slightly ajar. Even though she and Mary had planned to meet up, she knew that the other never left her door open. Tiffany had never blamed her for that, knowing too well the dangers inherent to the city. She was on guard as she closed the door behind her after she stepped over the threshold, drawing the gun she kept in her purse just in case.

It was Gotham, after all. She never knew when it might come in handy. As she saw the man over Mary, poised to cause some damage, she fired the gun without a second thought. Still, she keeps her steps measured as she walks over to the now-prone body.

“You still can, its whether or not they take it well that you never know.” Tiffany toes the man’s body with the toe of her heel, giving an appreciative hum. “Need a disposal expert, or do you have a few on speed dial?”

Is she offering her services? Maybe. She’s more offering to call up Chucky and see if he could do his own disposing.

A little laugh escapes Mary as she stands, a quiet, ricocheting, almost breathless sound. She rubs at her wrist, feels the subtle ache under the skin that makes it clear there will be a handprint bruise curling around it in the next few hours. A nightmare handcuff. 

“Call who you want.” 

She can’t stand the thought of dealing with them now, men she pays who are always a little off-putting. A deadness to them, something missing in the eyes. It’s just business, she understands this with the exact same numb coldness that she sees in them, but the idea of making the phone calls, of having them walk in and look between her, the body, the spreading bloodstain with that blankness — it makes her feel more off-kilter than she already does. 

“I liked this rug,” she says after a moment. Feeling a sudden surge of nastiness she sends a solid kick into the dead man’s side, hears a gasp of trapped air out of his throat. She tucks her hair behind her ears with both hands, then looks at Tiffany. Anger feels more solid, feels like what she knows; that stunning helplessness that had pumped into her system moments before is still dissipating. She leans down, rifles in his coat pockets, straightens up with a wallet in one hand like a prize.�� “He can buy a new one.”

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@babydxhl sent "send  🩹  for  an  injured  /  sick  starter . (for tiff x )"

Getting on Mary's level, she produces a well-stocked first aid kit with a slightly sheepish smile. "Seeing as Chucky goes through a lot of band-aids, it got cheaper to just get ones with designs." Yeah, she has other band-aids that are more neutral toned, but she figured out that Chucky is less likely to get injured again if he has a band-aid geared towards little girls.

"It'll need antiseptic before, but I think this calls for one of the larger band-aids." The wound does cover a sizable chunk of Mary's arm, but thankfully there's no real depth to the wound that would necessitate a trip to a clinc.

A few strands of blonde hair fall in front of her face as she looks at the first aid kit, rummaging through until she finds the rubbing alcohol. Tiffany opens the bottle and puts some on a cotton ball, looking to Mary with a slightly sheepish smile at the corners of her mouth. "Now, this is going to hurt."

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