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overjoyed_logs2017-01-18 09:23 pm
brickinthewall) wrote in overjoyed_logs2017-01-18 09:23 pm
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[closed] he had it coming
Who: Lancer and Hanna
Where: J-Star Outer Rim
When: W2D7
Summary: GIT REKT CORSO BLAKELY
Restrictions/Warnings: Hanna. Lancer. Violence. Language. WARRANTS.
[The good warrants were the ones she held out for, most often. They paid pretty well, got her to do something that lasted maybe more than a few hours. The lesser warrants, sure, she'll take them when she's bored enough, but it's these ones that make being a Killjoy actually fun.
Trust was something she lacked. This wasn't personal, even though it sort of was. She just didn't want anyone getting close to her, nor she to them. She'd already learned how to fend for herself, anyway.
So when the warrant came in, and when the warrant said she'd have a partner.
Well.
Hanna King was truly the most thrilled Killjoy. Off she went, to the coordinates, docking with little ceremony and strolling out from the ship. The designated meeting area became her first stop, and there she waited, lighting up a cigarette.]
Where: J-Star Outer Rim
When: W2D7
Summary: GIT REKT CORSO BLAKELY
Restrictions/Warnings: Hanna. Lancer. Violence. Language. WARRANTS.
[The good warrants were the ones she held out for, most often. They paid pretty well, got her to do something that lasted maybe more than a few hours. The lesser warrants, sure, she'll take them when she's bored enough, but it's these ones that make being a Killjoy actually fun.
Trust was something she lacked. This wasn't personal, even though it sort of was. She just didn't want anyone getting close to her, nor she to them. She'd already learned how to fend for herself, anyway.
So when the warrant came in, and when the warrant said she'd have a partner.
Well.
Hanna King was truly the most thrilled Killjoy. Off she went, to the coordinates, docking with little ceremony and strolling out from the ship. The designated meeting area became her first stop, and there she waited, lighting up a cigarette.]