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aye i'll go first
what're you in for, love? (closed, o/o with @Dances_with_Shadows)
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sorry i have to take the hour and a half drive home in a hot second but i't'll be up p soon
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it's okay, take your time
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the hands holding him were rough, strong, but overall had a weak grip on him. he could break away. the only other problem would be navigating the facility while the whole of it was on his tail. so he let them lead him, and he let them push him enough to take a step into the blank, metal room, and he watched silently as the hydraulic doors slid shut.
only then did nikolas fischer let himself take a breath, and relax enough to observe his surroundings. a bare metal bunk bed stood in the corner of the perfectly square room, and well as a sink that looked as if it hadn't been updated in several centuries. he pressed his lips together. this would be problematic.
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Tessa thrashed against the men holding her, but the most damage she did was send a death glare at anyone passing by. Getting in undetected had been hard enough, and look where that got her. Running through here while the entire facility was on high alert would be a fool's move, and she wasn't stupid. She'd just have to buy her time until she could find a way out of here. She always found a way out.
They opened a door and threw her in, causing her to stumble slightly before she regained her balance. Damn these cuffs… One of the men that had been escorting her sneered through the door, "Say hi to your new roommate. You two will be here for a long time." They all laughed and slammed the door, locking it. Tessa spat at it.
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nik watched with mild interest from his perch on the top bunk as a new inmate was shoved in. he waited until she was done getting her bearings, sizing her up as he did.
once she began to look around, before she could look up, he leaned forward and flashed a grin.
"what're you in for, love?"
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Tessa whirled around, eyes finding her apparent roommate fairly quickly. She then narrowed them as went to cross her arms, then remembered she was still shackled. She settled for jutting out her hip. "You don't exactly strike me as the sort to come 'round these places, so I can ask you that as well," she said, not answering this strange boy before her.
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she was right, that's for sure. he looked scrawny, small, and unassuming. his size didnt suit that sly smirk.
"you definitely could, miss. and my answer would be that i'm here to gather information on this facility, expose them, and watch it burn. simple as that," he purred, resting his head on a hand. "i plan to finish that task, too. you?"
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"First of all, don't call me 'miss'. That makes me feel old," she started, holding up a finger, "Secondly, I broke in trying to tear this place to the ground as well, so to speak." She eyed him again, trying to match his appearance with the sort of muscle needed for infiltrating government facilities. Nope, doesn't match. But he did say expose, so maybe he isn't as literal as I am when I mean to tear it down. Let the publicity do it for him. Smart, I'll admit.
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(i forgot to mention he's wearing a too-big terrible hawaiian shirt just for gags so you really cant see his torso at all)
"ah." he studied her for another moment, and then leapt fluidly from the bunk and landed smartly on his feet. he straightened and offered a hand, tipping his chin so the fluorescent lights shone on his full face under the hat.
"nikolas. nice to meet you."
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((lmao. Then I guess she was looking at his arms to gauge his general muscle mass))
She maneuvered her hands so that she could take his. "Theresa," she said after a few moments, finding it better if she opted out her last name. She was still trying to figure out a way to get out of those damn cuffs. They were really rubbing on her scars the wrong way, and it was quite uncomfortable.
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he noticed her awkwardly cuffed hands, and raised an eyebrow. "you need help out of those? i got some pins somewhere on me."
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"If you would be so kind," Tessa said sarcastically, hefting her hands up impatiently. "I would've done it myself, but they took all my lockpicks."
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"rude of them." he briefly patted himself down, mumbling incoherently, until he reached a lower pocket in his pants.
"there they are, little fuckers." he pulled out two bobby pins, and moved closer to her to grab her cuffed hands and start working on the lock.
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"No kidding," Tessa huffed, eyeing him carefully but let him near her so that he could get rid of the dreadful cuffs. "Apparently this is what you get for throat punching five officers and kicking some more faces."
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"not even one death and they put you in a jail cell? what brand of stick do they have up their asses?" a click was finally heard, and he backed up to let her take the cuffs off.
"keep those pins, i have more. they'll come in handy. i assume you're escaping as well?"
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She snorted at his questions, then smiled to herself when she heard the click. She rubbed at her wrists as she took them off. "Fuck yeah," she said, strolling over to the bunk to stuff them beneath a mattress. "What sort of criminal do you take me for?" she asked with a smirk, putting her hand on her hip.
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"if you want a real answer, i'm gonna guess… theft and vigilante justice. solo rider. what do you take me for?" he backed up further, turning to use the bottom headboard as a ledge to climb back up the bunk.
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"You missed the occasional arson, but otherwise spot on." She hummed as she thought, tilting her head and running her fingers through her hair. "I'd say…more of an exposure-type person, sticking your nose into dangerous situations that you might want to refrain from in the near future."
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"spot on. i do love some occasional theft, though my job title is solo journalist. you ever heard articles exposing certain government practices written by an 'amory smith'? if you have, that'd be me." he crossed his legs, tucking himself as he had been when she first walked in.
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She tapped her lips and cocked her head, leaning against the post of the bunk as she thought. "I believe I've used some of your articles for hits. I suppose I should thank you for those tips, even if you weren't directly giving them to me."
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"oh, you're welcome. and uh, hits? what are you, a mafia member?" he raised an eyebrow, leaning over to look questioningly down at her.
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She smirked as she looked up at him. "And so what if I am?" she asked, neither denying nor confirming. "I used your articles to take down different government groups that I didn't particularly agree with."
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"a good cause. i approve, carry on. probably the most useful thing my articles have caused, honestly. other than huge fusses and conspiracy theories about who i am."
he spread his arms, shirt hanging off of him. "its just ya boi, ol black lungs. leaping around the city like fuckin spiderman just to get writing material."
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She snorted, shaking her head. Then a thought came to her. She quieted herself, eyes looking around the room. Hidden cameras or microphones could be here. I wouldn't put it past them to do that—lots of juicy gossip to get from putting two criminals together.
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he saw her glance around, tucking his arms back in. when she finished, he tilted his head. "there's a microphone, but i assure you i haven't shared anything of use. the mic was easy to find, so it might even be a dud and there are others. i was never a tech kinda person i dont know how to test it."
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"Try smashing it?" She said, looking up at him with raised brows. She needed to keep her mouth shut from now on, or else she'll reveal too much to these twerps.
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"you're definitely right, but i didnt think it'd be that easy. i'll try, though." he moved over to the other side of the bunk, hanging upside down and squinting into the thin space between the wall and bed. he seemed to find it, and looked up briefly.
"hey, i'm not heavy, will you scoot the bed away from the wall?"
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"Heavy people tend to claim they're not heavy," she said as she did exactly as he asked. It wasn't that hard, really, and she was plenty used to moving heavy stuff around. When she got it about two inches away from the wall, she paused and asked, "More?"