#lolipopchainscw

[freshcir]

"I am," she said, still weary of what the other wanted her for. At the barrage of questions, though, she couldn't help but laugh brightly. "Radioactive?" she retorted, "okay, now I need to see it to be able to say for sure but I have no idea just going off what you told me"

"You are a botanist, aren't you?" he asked, curiously. "A really good one? Because I have a laundry list of perfectly normal questions about plants. Firstly, I'd like to know what in the actual radioactive fuck is growing on my balcony. Is it a plant? A mushroom? A sentient sludge with no mouth, yet it must scream?"

[ofruinations]

for jolene. @lolipopchainscw—

"The festival is lovely, don't you agree? It's one of the few traditions I don't mind calling out for, I fear. Though, there's still work abound since, well, let's just say that the entertainment being boxing wasn't my idea."

[brcwled]

closed starter for @lolipopchainscw // dottie and wade ♡

⸻ there he stood in the kitchen, shirt flung somewhere across the room, surrounded by what could only be described as the aftermath of a culinary apocalypse. flour hung in the air like smoke, chocolate batter smeared across his cheek like war paint, and a suspicious stack of mismatched bowls teetered on the edge of the counter. in the center of it all sat a sad, lopsided cake leaning dangerous to one side with the words "I'M SORRY" scrawled in frosting that looked like it had been applied with a shovel. well, if you could call it a cake...it was more of a large, pink...blob?

when he heard the familiar click of her heels, he spun around, arms wide, and flashed a grin so big it practically screamed please don't kill me. "dottie! love of my life, light of my kitchen nightmare!" he began, his grin teetering between charming and completely unhinged. "before you say anything—yes, the fire alarm did go off, and yes, technically i ruined your good mixing bowl, but!” he gestured grandly to the ominous blob on the counter, "i made this for you. because you deserve the finest—or, you know, the most edible—things in life.”

[ngelah-osei]

@lolipopchainscw (. for dottie )

Ngelah could almost appreciate the young woman's career trajectory for her sheer fucking persistence if he still didn't question why she wanted the change. The good she did in one scavenging trip—her ability nothing but a boon when danger arose—was definitely worth a thousand toothpaste commercials. Still, he thinks of anyone who worked in his sector as part of something resembling a family. "My belated congratulations on the move, Dottie."

[bitchtakes]

“ of course not! that'd be grounds to terminate me from my job! as much as i'd love to help out someone in need . . . i can't risk my career over it! ” why did no one get her? she isn't explaining rocket science, here! “ i happen to find going to pick up legal and aiding medications, to be incredibly joyous. what if there was something you took to help with a condition? wouldn't you be excited to pick up or refill your prescription? does it make sense? ”

"So did you do it?" she asked. "Fill the fake prescription? I think your issue is expecting a smile from people in line at the pharmacy. They're either already pissed off, sick, or in some kind of pain. Picking up penicillin or some shit isn't exactly...a joyous occasion."

[starlessleep]

simon muhn ☆ gilbert gladstone

Simon had lost track of how long Gilbert had been talking for. Something something about a heist, something something about discipline that Simon would never, and could never understand unless he dedicated himself more. Where was his discipline? Where was his routine? Where would he show his love and appreciation to the craft?

The craft, of course, was stealing high value objects with a cute smile on your face.

Smoke from his cigarette huffs from Simon's pursed lips as he looks over to Gilbert once more. "Has anyone ever told you that you have bad vibes?"

@lolipopchainscw

[armageddonfm]

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[freshcir]

Quickly placing hands on both arms, he steadied her without realizing he had touched her without permission. "Crap, sorry," he said as he quickly retracted his arms, as if afraid she would smack him. "There's a bench right there, mind if I - uh -" he held out a hand, hoping she'd put the pieces together

"Ah, shit!" she said. Jolene wobbled on her feet. Her center of gravity was knocked off its axis, pinned between swirling skies and shaky ground. The normal answer to on-the job accidents of this nature was to go home, sleep it off like a bad cold. Yet, that would be hard to do if she passed out on the sidewalk before her feet ever hit the welcome mat. "Ah shit," she said, again. "I, uh -- anemia, I should probably sit down. I think -- yeah -- I'm going to sit down, right here."

[ofliarsandlovers]

Min is leant casually against a wall, staring with incredulous awe at the sparkling woman seated beside Wade, she looks like a walking caricature of everything that regular folk hated about the rich socialites of old. It seemed though, that she was just clueless after all, as the question poised renders Min speechless, simply staring at the bedazzled accomplice of her close friend as she smiles brightly at the mercenary, awaiting her answer. Minke finally regains her composure and blinks a couple of times, before clearing her throat and shaking her head. "Comfortable, dark or neutral clothing would be best, something you can move easily in." Min affirms, before her eyes move down to the others feet "and flat or low-heeled boots would be best, unless you're able to sprint in heels." Her gaze lifts again and moves to the man seated next to the newcomer "I'm surprised Wade didn't advise you beforehand if he knew he was bringing you along."

@brcwled

Dottie, Min, and Wade; Rust & Ruin Meeting || @ofliarsandlovers, @brcwled

"The dress code?" she repeated. Dottie was perched on a stool, her hand raised enthusiastically high. She was prim in a headband of chunky, plastic gems, a pink-and-white tweed blazer, and matching mini skirt. Poisoning people on the first day would leave a terrible impression, so she wore a pair of pearly pink, satin evening gloves with decorative ribbons at the elbows. "It's my first meeting," she said, excitedly. "So, I went with business casual! But like, what's the vibe for future meetings? If it's casual casual, would a tube top be too much?"

[oftheunbroken]

Tyee had not expected him to show up at her door. He’d done her a favor and she had done the same by not seeking him out further. It was also out of a sense of self-preservation. She was well aware of his nature and the things of which he was capable. A common thief, yes, but it was sometimes those who appeared simple that created the most danger. “Showing up at my door unannounced especially when I’ve never told you where I live, sounds more like a threat than a talk. Don’t you think?” She allowed the predator that hid within deep brown eyes to come forward, glinting back at him dangerously. “Did you forget what I did outside the city? And what I still do at The Crucible?” She didn’t wait for a response, “Don’t bother to deny you’ve been following me.”

Despite her misgivings she knew Gilbert could become a problem for her, and so she stepped aside to allow him entrance. When the door had closed behind him she leaned against it, fingers toying with the necklace that held her son’s ashes. “Tell me what it is you want from me while I still grieve the loss of my son.”

@oftheunbroken

Dark eyes glinted like two hard, polished stones as he stood face-to-face with the past. "Loose ends are an inconvenience," he said. "I never know what to do with them." Gilbert gave her a curious look, as if he didn't quite know what to make of her. Bad judgement on his part, perhaps, to have vouched on behalf of Tyee in what felt like a lifetime ago. But he was a criminal, not a monster. Now, all his links to the past had been severed except for one.

"I'm here to talk," he said, finally. "No tricks."

That was more than he offered most people.

"One word from you could get me in a lot of trouble," he said. "Makes it hard to sleep at night." Gilbert had settlement hopped to build a paper trail before arriving in Sol City. It made it easier to cover his tracks, easier to hide what lawless den of criminals he'd been born into and rose through the ranks of. Too much scrutiny from those in charge, and his alibi was game over.

"It's why I think a discussion is in order," he said.

[freshcir]

She blinked a couple times, "if we let it sit any longer it could get infected. And rubbing dirt on it literally does the complete opposite, Gilbert," she said with a sigh. "If it makes you feel any better, it's a doctor that does them - not me. And I'll even hold your hand"

"Do I need the stitches right now?" he asked. Gilbert grimace, and he looked up at the ceiling fan as if begging the gods for help. "I was hoping you'd suggest I rub some dirt on it," he said. "Maybe walk it off."

[freshcir]

"Oh my god," she said as she raced to put on gloves and stop the bleeding. "You're an idiot, that's the assessment. Also, not a doctor," she said as she held closed the wound before looking around for any help. "You're going to need stitches, that's for sure"

"Very painfully," he replied. Gilbert stifled a low groan. The surge of adrenaline that had carried him this far had run its course. He exhaled in a measured breath to dilute the searing, hot-poker pain of the entry wound. "What's the assessment, doc?" he asked. "Is this going to leave a mark?"

[freshcir]

Human interaction was still something she struggled with and she found herself unable to interpret sarcasm sometimes and this was one such instance where she was utterly confused. "Do we -" she hesitated, afraid of coming across rude, "do I know you?"

Gilbert & Open Starter for Anyone!

It could've been a trick of the light. Like a chivalrous devil offering a pact, he stepped out from the shadows. Gilbert's clothes are ironed, his smile friendly, and his hands are clasped casually behind his back. "You are a very difficult person to contact," he said. "Or do you just not like me? Just so you know, ghosting hurts my feefees."

[freshcir]

"You fell out of a window, okay," she said with a laugh, knowing with his flare for the dramatics he was probably overreacting to whatever happened to him. That was, until she saw the wound and her smile slowly shifted to a look of horror. "Oh my god," she said as she looked around, "oh my god, okay," she breathed in as she quickly put on gloves and walked up to him. "How the hell do you fall on a bullet?"

"I fell out a window," he said. "You're the perfect medic to soothe my hypochondriac nerves. I have more cash to stuff your mattress with -- more than last time. All I need is some peace of mind that it's not infected." Gilbert lifted up the corner of his dark shirt. He twisted his torso, exposing a fresh and angry wound. "I should mention that I landed on a bullet," he said. "I can't get it out."

[freshcir]

"Woah, hey, just checking on you -" he said with raised hands, in as nice of a possible way as he could. He wasn't too keen on people automatically assuming what he was going to do or say but he assumed she had a reason behind her thoughts. "You okay though? You look pale"

Jolene & Open Starter for Anyone!

Jolene's raincoat sleeves were sewn for taller people, longer limbed people. She was petite, which made her the first-choice to send into tight crawl spaces for Scavenging. Black fabric, with its cuffs of faux fur, draped limply over her hand. It hid the bandages, crusted reddish-brown from a Scavenging accident that morning. "I don't want to join your club," she said, through clenched teeth. "I don't want to join your cause. And I don't need whatever the fuck it is that you're selling."

Jolene glanced back, her jaw set sternly and brows furrowed.

"I'm too busy for that shit," she said.

That was, of course, a lie. Jolene's afternoon plans consisted of gluing a model robot in the same bedroom she'd slept in since she was nine years old. Those plans were shot, however, until the nerves in her dominant hand could regrow. So technically, her afternoon schedule was cleared.

[freshcir]

"Say feefees again and I may actually puke," she said with folded arms as she looked him over once and wondered what had gotten into him to think they were actually friends or something similar to in that nature. "Can I ask what you need with me?"

Gilbert & Open Starter for Anyone!

It could've been a trick of the light. Like a chivalrous devil offering a pact, he stepped out from the shadows. Gilbert's clothes are ironed, his smile friendly, and his hands are clasped casually behind his back. "You are a very difficult person to contact," he said. "Or do you just not like me? Just so you know, ghosting hurts my feefees."