marspare4
ᜰ mama
ogredhed
thavmastos
oh , i apologize ! you almost took a fall there .
torturedmagician
did i startle you?
VENGCENT
﹙₀₁﹚ MJ, OR RATHER. HIMARI. IS ECCENTRIC, (…) to say the least. Bruce is familiar with her name, he’s heard of delightful musings about the woman. She was a familiar voice, even a familiar face. Even though this may be true, he’s still not quite sure why she requires his presence. SHE MUST’VE BEEN TIPSY, or just really BOLD. To ask for an interview in such a bold—faced manner. Maybe that was the appeal towards the woman, something wild &⃨ yet so kind. She was so obtainable yet so distance. Such an act felt familiar to the Wayne. Of course, This realization wouldn’t be spoken out loud─┈┄ but he knew. FROM WHERE BRUCE SITS, MJ LINGERS AT THE TABLE. THEIR GAZES MEET, HE WAITS EXPECTANTLY. HUMORING HER, JUST THIS ONCE.
❪B❫: 〃 (…) Now, what have I done to be in the good graces of the lovely MJ? But by the way you’re looking at me, I’m not too sure if I am in your good graces. &⃨ ─┈┄ (…) You’re leaving me curious. What can I do for you? 〃
VENGCENT
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↸ id: @ogredhed ☽
HIMARI ⧼ BRUCE WAYNE
GOTHAM CITY,
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❪B❫: 〃 (…) Hm, doesn’t sound like a question. Sounds more like a statement, are you trying to convince me? I’d need a really good ╱ reason. ╱ Who would want to miss this party? Once in a lifetime, so they say. I thought you’d be more convincing, Himari. 〃
﹙₀₁﹚ IT ALL COMES OUT IN A SOLID, SMOOTH, DRAWL. Semi—interesting, semi—disinterested. It’s expressed verbally, then solidified with the lazy (…) (yet tempting) slouch. He’s a shadow against the riveting ruby red couches, slick in a personally tailored Armani suit. It’s all for the appeal of course, the status. The looks. Compared to MJ he feels very bleak, some part of him wants to make it easy for her. A seat next to the Wayne heir is offered, digits tap against the smooth leather. He does hope (for one) that she makes this equally difficult for him. Bruce always did love a cat &⃨ mouse (bat) game, the tug &⃨ pull. It made his life much more interesting.
❪B❫: 〃 Let’s sit. Talk. Maybe you’ll pique my interest. The media always did say you were persuasive, I’d like to see that firsthand. 〃
ogredhed
ᴬug 2ⁿᵈ / @VENGCENT ► T͟H͟E͟ ͟ W͟A͟Y͟N͟E͟ H͟E͟I͟R͟ W͟I͟T͟H͟ ͟T͟H͟E͟ ͟ F͟L͟A͟I͟R͟ ! is wearing her two month’s worth of riches in cliffs alone. ▊ ❝ YOU DON’T JUST get IN THE GOOD GRACES OF THE LOVELY MJ IS WHAT YOU’RE MISSING, mister! ❞ * the muffled static hum of an insomniac city scintillates her, each exhaust pipe exhale and drunkenly slurred incantation is another suicidal fly convulsing in windowsill corners: hollow carapaces hoarded in auditory cortex. the rain doesn’t sound like the rain at all from the inside. mj’s ebon dress smothers her waist in velvet molasses, red, sequined with leftover viscidity of spilt drinks. s͟h͟e͟’͟s͟ ͟m͟a͟n͟y͟ ͟a͟ ͟ t͟h͟i͟n͟g͟s͟. but it’s the first time in a hot minute mj’d heard just lovely. the tap of each droplet is weeping, its rust pooling at sewage grates and potholes, no doubt. the longer its nonsensical melody ensues, the harsher the bass blasts in the vicinity of her ear. adumbral-black silhouettes dance in the background as she gets comfortable, sprawled and giggly disolved, on velveteen couch. * ━━━━━━ ❝ THE FEW who do have it HAVE EARNED IT. ❞ * she’s harsh but fair, people: a super graphic ultra modern cosmo—girl. the fluorescent flashing lights wink their sickly, oblique eyes at her. she winks back. there should be an audience on demand at her less than elegant entry, trembling applause akin to alley cats after a frenzied brawl. * ❝ WANNA DITCH? GO HAVE SOME R͟E͟A͟L͟ ͟F͟U͟N͟. ❞
ogredhed
* cb & specify. Hey
svengalie
that… isn’t edible ): you’ll get sick.
svengalie
* she leans in closer, raising her voice to be heard over the pounding music * if you’re that hungry, i know a place… * her eyes scan the surroundings, taking in the chaos of the bar * i just wouldn’t eat… that. * she gestures vaguely towards the food stall, where a vendor is enthusiastically handing out colorful mystery mushrooms. the neon lights flicker overhead, casting a glow on the scene, and oni can’t help but feel a twinge of concern for the girl in front of her. only the universe knows why a girl like her could end up in a place so far off like this * perhaps you could give me your name?
ogredhed
@svengalie ⠀ ⠀ [it’s a saturday night and she’s a proper mess. unkempt hair no longer holding onto the fuse of perfume she’d near bathed in before leaving her small apartment, flared patches of red on both cheeks she can swear are just breakouts in the making, and thrifted shoes she’s had to wipe not one but two people’s vomit off of. all in good spirits though, as she near-always is.] shoot, — [mj has no recollection of putting it, whatever it may be, near her mouth. though that wouldn’t have been the first time that’d happened by any means. in the same vein, she’s no recollection of talking to the mystery woman either. imaginary ears perk.] don’t tell. maintaining physique’s only for so long, y’know.. a girl gets hungry. starved. and this place, (…) has gotta be at least a few dozen blocks far from my usual afters.
diregen
* bite
SPDR-MAN
wowwww,, you are SO short.
marspare3
You have something between your teeth.
ogredhed
@R3BIRTHED ⠀ ⠀ bah. help a girl out pretend that wasn’t as embarrassing as it actually was? for the sake of myself .. and a few good handful of my no-doubt adoring fans in this desolate diner.
kingsarc
Ah.. i think this order is yours