crimecrisp

well, tlk about not seeing that every day. this was definitely a first. it definitely hurt, of course it did. anything rested into a wound would feel terribe. but he managed to hold still. trying to rather focus on what she was doing more than the sharp pain. He wasn't sure if he had relief due to the leave or just because it stoped some bleeding. either way, it will help in the long run. " some interestin' skills ye got there ... pretty useful in a pinch, angel. " and it will be another hole to fix an blood to get out. though he'd rather think of that then the struggle he was going to have digging out the bullet ater tonight. definitely not looking forward to that. " a lot better. thanks sweetheart. don't think a guy can ever complain bein' helped out by a dame. " with a soft sigh he glanced at the things gathered up, taking a bit of time to stand and see how things felt now with kess adrenaline. " set on that lift outta here? any place more convenient for ye, doll? " 

◇《 @chainsmoke 》
            
            coraline made sure she packed up all her things first before she shut her bag and made her way over slowly . ` ` alright .. ` ` she took a deep breath and got close , shifting his coat to the side and helping him make the wound more visible . she hissed at the sight before she lifted one of her claws . and suddenly a series of leaves grew around it until she had almost a mitten of leaves , where she used her other hand to pluck the leaves . and she began to back the wound with the leaves slowly . ` ` apple leaves have quite the healing properties . it ' ll help keep it clean until you can properly take care of it . along with any pain . it has anti inflammatory properties . ` ` with that , she pulled her claws away and let the remaining leaves crumble off her claw and fall to the ground . ` ` how does that feel , sugar ? ` ` 

he took a a moment to take it all in. he never really saw this side of any establishment like this. much less for someone different to be so well loves. normally he only saw the terrible side to people's judgement. the underwold was at least good t accepting all kinds of people, for betternor worse. " I do honestly appreciate it, doll. but I can't let ye get your hands all dirty on my part. would feel right awful. " plus, he was cautious. even if his senses had stilled, it was hard trusting anyone lately. " maybe after ye got what you need I can at least take ye to some place away from the feds and question, angel. I know those can be a real headache. " given a moment he sat on the couch. a silent surrender and to see what she had planned now. a bit of a morbid curiously really. 

◇《 @sleuthhound 》
            
            ` ` of course , sugar ! ` ` she leaned on the counter a bit , her feather boa flowing around her a bit as that racoon like tail swayed . ` ` if you ever need anything , just ask for avalon . ` `

   “  yeah,  i  agree.  but  i  have  had  some  people  point  me  here.  thank  you.  keep  an  eye  out  for  me  that's  all  i  can  ask.  i  appreciate  your  cooperation,  miss.  ”
            
            @crimecrisp 

◇《 @sleuthhound 》
            
            she slowly took the photo and frowned . ` ` well i ' d be quite concerned if she frequented here . young gal like this ? ` ` she slid the photo over . ` ` i personally haven ' t seen her .. i ' m sorry sugar , i can ask around if you need ?  ` `

@crimecrisp 
            
            Gimme 

/      pls 

◇《 now , in 1932 , coraline lives a double life among the shadows of new york . during the day she works as a respected painter whose dreamlike artwork has begun attracting attention at local art exhibitions . gallery visitors admire the strange beauty of her paintings without realizing how much of them come from memories she can never forget . at night , however , she becomes someone entirely different . beneath dim lights and cigarette smoke , she performs at an underground establishment known only to criminals , gamblers , and masked figures who prefer to stay hidden from the law . there she no longer conceals what she is . her stage name is lady avalon bloom. draped in sparkles and diamonds , with her striped tail proudly visible and golden leaf decals woven into her curls, she dances and sings before crowds filled with gangsters , corrupt officials , and future supervillains . coraline didn ‘ t realize it yet , but her life was about to collide with a certain black - and - white vigilante swinging through the city shadows . in a place like new york , secrets never stay buried forever . and perhaps spiders are attracted to the scent of apples .
            

            ◇《 by the time she reached her early twenties , the carnival no longer felt like home . she was tired of being displayed behind curtains and introduced as something less than human . one autumn evening she packed her belongings , left a note behind for the few people she cared about , and quietly slipped away before dawn . the trains eventually carried her east toward new york city . there she became coraline van bloomington , her last name picked out all by herself . she tucked her tail beneath specially tailored skirts . headbands concealed the small sprout growing from her head . her raccoon ears stayed hidden beneath carefully styled hair . whenever anyone asked about the strange markings on her face and hands , she simply smiled and called them birthmarks .
            
            

◇《 alone and frightened , coraline spent weeks wandering until she was discovered by a traveling carnival and freak show crossing through the countryside . the performers took one look at her striped tail and unusual features and saw an opportunity . they renamed her " the midnight orchard " claiming she was a mysterious creature grown from enchanted apple trees beneath a blood-red moon , people believed it .. just look at her . for years she traveled from town to town beneath colorful tents and flickering lights . people paid a nickel just to stare at her . some were amazed . some were cruel . some threw things . coraline learned how to smile through all of it . she painted signs for the carnival, designed posters , and performed alongside sword swallowers , fire breathers , and other outcasts who slowly became the closest thing she had to family .