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Post by Tina Bennet on Apr 25, 2018 4:48:53 GMT -8
It was too quiet. There'd been time after the attack on Cabal for things to settle in, for people to heal, things to be rebuilt, and plans to make. Investigations. Negotiations. Shifty people with shifty eyes and too much superiority. Lots of talking, lots of people dancing around as they waited for some kind of decision to be made by other people. And she still hadn't seen her partner yet, some name on a paper with no face since apparently they were constantly working in the infirmary.
BORING.
So Tina was doing things people do when the get restless: she was going after the boss man! At least, she thought she was. He had better be in there. Humming absently to herself, the literal bombshell blonde began pounding on the door to Davids office!
If he didn't get to it by the third knock, his door was going to literally explode!
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Post by David B. on Apr 25, 2018 12:53:44 GMT -8
The door exploded off it's hinges, David seated in the chair with his eyes closed. His hands rested in his lap, but he didn't move.
He was either not aware of her, or he was ignoring her.
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Post by Tina Bennet on Apr 25, 2018 13:30:36 GMT -8
"MAKE IT RAAAAAAAAAIN!" She screams as the door explodes, splinters and bits flying everywhere. You'd really think that they'd get stronger doors after all this time. As it was, he little hellion all but exploded into the room, fully believing it would be empty since there was no answer after repeatedly knocking.
Instead, the dude was just sitting there, still and calm. Like a rock.
Rude.
So Tina decides to have a staring contest with the statue, leaning in on his desk and staring, unblinking, with large blue eyes as if she could bore a hole in his head.
"DYNAMIC. ENTRY. BITCH," she stage whispers.
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Post by David B. on Apr 25, 2018 14:04:38 GMT -8
David's hand would snap up to grab Tina's jaw, the supervisor standing and slamming Tina's head into his desk as his eyes opened. He'd hold her face pinned there.
"..............Miss Bennet."
He'd release her face.
"You blew up my door."
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Post by Tina Bennet on Apr 25, 2018 14:11:39 GMT -8
Oh look, a desk. Tina has the ability to see every crease, every grain, every stain of ink and food that's ever left its legacy behind as David pins her to it, preventing escape. She snorted and rolled her eyes despite the undignified position.
"Get better doors." She planted her hands on her hips as she stood upright, sassing the Commander.
Charging Nightstick: 1
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Post by David B. on Apr 25, 2018 14:16:01 GMT -8
He shook his head, adjusting his jacket.
"No. It's not on my to look out for you- it's entirely the other way round. Don't blow them up."
He'd place his hands on his desk.
"What can I help you with?"
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Post by Tina Bennet on Apr 25, 2018 14:20:27 GMT -8
Hands still on her hipes, Tina's toe starts to tap lightly on the floor as she starts to get lectured. It wasn't on him, her arse.
"It's not my fault your building sucks, either." She sticks her tongue out at him, but the question directs her to the reason she bothered him in the first place. She crosses her arms over her chest instead, eying him carefully.
"I'm bored. It's too quiet. Gimme something to do." Implying she wants out of here, not "go scrub the toilets and think about what you've done."
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Post by David B. on Apr 25, 2018 14:22:38 GMT -8
He cocked a brow.
"Okay." He'd reach over and grab a folder.
"This man has been harassing certain interchanges in town. He needs to be put down."
He'd offer her the envelope- but if she tried to grab it, he'd pull it back.
"If you want this mission, though, you gotta do something first to prove you're ready."
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Post by Tina Bennet on Apr 25, 2018 14:26:56 GMT -8
He has her undivided attention! Tina immediately makes a grab for the folder, fingers barely brushing the air where the paper had been when David starts talking again. Her bright eyes narrow, suspicious but intrigued. She knows the start of a trade when she hears one.
"What d'I gotta do?"
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Post by David B. on Apr 25, 2018 14:28:18 GMT -8
"Fix my fucking door."
He'd stare.
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Post by Arianna Barrial on Apr 25, 2018 15:09:19 GMT -8
Taptaptaptaptatpatpatpatpatap!
Someone was running down the hall and haltingly slid to a stop just outside the door. Pale eyes surveyed the damage...then Tina and David.
"What on earth happened here?"
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Post by Tina Bennet on Apr 25, 2018 15:12:41 GMT -8
Tina scowled at the condition, knowing that tone when adults wouldn't budge or barter. That didn't mean she wouldn't do things the Tina way, however.
"Fine!" She huffed and stomped off, nearly colliding with some chick running through the door like she heard someone hung her panties on a flagpole.
"NOTHING!" she exploded at the other blonde, scowl increasing as she went to move around her, shoulders back and head held high like David had just insulted her...and her powers were sealed off.
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Post by David B. on Apr 25, 2018 15:29:05 GMT -8
David leaned back, looking at Arianna with the smallest of smiles.
"As she said, nothing. And there better not be any damage or death in this repair job, Ms. Bennet!"
He'd stand and gesture after her.
"If you're not busy...perhaps you can help her?"
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Post by Tina Bennet on Apr 25, 2018 15:34:01 GMT -8
Tina keeps going, not knowing she just made her way past her squad partner! Probably because she didn't even hear the other woman's name, or see the smile. Her mind was already on how she intended to deal with her task and get that folder. The gears had begun turning since before she'd left the office.
"There will be no deaths or indoor damage!" she tells him over her shoulder, loudly, as she keeps going. If Arianna wants to catch up, she will.
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Post by David B. on Apr 25, 2018 15:35:46 GMT -8
"No damage period, Tina! I swear to the Gods, if one mote of dust is out of place, It'll be your ass!"
He'd give a little chuckle, showing his pearly whites as he did so, shaking his head. He'd lean against the desk, folding his arms.
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