one restart and a lost form later

[shichirin]

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4. lol.

[arcadist]

[ With a rolladex as thick as Moneypenny's is, it's a wonder that she called Eames of all people. Probably because she can tell that these types don't need bureaucracy, they need a smooth talker. And Eames is one of the smoothest talkers she knows.

A couple hundred dollars palmed to the guard is enough to buy her a private audience on the pretext that Eames is her 'lawyer'. Ha.

She pushes herself up off the bench in the holding cell and walks along the bars, back and forth in her neon tights and her loli skirt, dressed like a clubkid but in a big coat like a pimp. Fur collar, platform boots. Clearly, she had clientele tonight. Otherwise she wouldn't look like she'd just stepped out of Mad Max. ]

yeah baby

[paisleythief]

* To say he'd been surprised to see the number for the Central Police Station on his mobile at nearly half past eleven would be a vast understatement. He almost hadn't answered it, a pot of grade A green in front of him and a pocket full of stolen cash practically melting the seams off his pants- he was ready for his night to start.

But of course, he'd heard something about Moneypenny being in the area. She usually ran the West coast if she was ever on the African continent and while he wouldn't say he didn't trust her, he certainly wouldn't say he did. It pays to be in the know, and in this case, it really pays to have her in his debt if, as the deep voice on the other end of the line was implying, Eames was to be her lawyer. He'd almost told the officer on the other line to let her rot (no hard feelings, its just easier to work without the competition) but... he hadn't. Whatever that was worth

always with the love hate :3

[arcadist]

[ Moneypenny waits for the heavy kathunk of the outer door locking behind Eames (the surveillance here was middling at best and the money she'd paid was more than enough to buy a stretch of privacy for the two of them, however thin and paltry). Only then, does she peel off her coat, tossing it carelessly with the huff of too many layers, and planting her fists on her wasp-thin waist. She's built like a boy, really, tiny breasts and narrow hips and skinny arms that are painted from wrist to tit with plastic-fantastic scenes reminiscent of the 8-bit video arcades that she was so notorious for frequenting in her down time. The look she gives Eames isn't mucking around. She knows how much his help is going to cost her. But there are good business deals and there are necessary ones. Leaning her face through the bars: ]

I've got an audience in Angola in two days, [ she says, all piss and vinegar, not bothering with the pleasantries at the moment. ]

its in the details, eames might actually be straightforward about his love/hate with this one

[paisleythief]

Nice've you to give me the heads up. * Such a scrappy little thing, almost always dancing on that edge of anger and youth. Eames had figured out how to calm that part of himself down, reign it in and put it to use only when absolutely necessary. The energy Moneypenny wastes on gripping the bars is the kind that Eames saves by rubbing his knuckles over a spare poker chip in his pocket, the pad of his thumb wearing the grooves down. He shrugs, stepping closer but well out of reach of those colorful arms.

He has enough money in his pocket to get her out of here, assuming she wasnt right out stupid with the authorities (no guarantees there) but he wants to make her squirm first. Smiling, he takes the chip out of his pocket and admires it, taunting. * I'm sure they'll be glad that I happened to be in the area when you don't show.

she's probably a little LESS straightfoward but still wants to peel off his clothes w, her teeth

[arcadist]

[ Eames is quite smart to stay at arm's length from her because while Moneypenny knows how to butter up a client licketysplit, pouring honey in their ears and bliss into their veins, she also knows how to tear her competition to shreds if she ever needs to. And she's not the type to worry about getting her hands dirty, having had plenty of experience coming up in the ranks as a teenager, a know-nothing thug with sharp nails and teeth to bite but more imagination than everyone thought was good for her ]

Come off it, Eames. They'll take one look at you and send you packing on your ass. [ She smiles at him through the bars, saccharine and insincere. ] Your inventory leaves something to be desired.

ah well, we've all got to work for something, yeah? ;)

[paisleythief]

* Oh no, he knows what a little bitch she can be, and he's certainly not above telling her straight up. Cross her once, shame on him, cross her twice and that's just bad self-preservation instinct. They aren't the kind of acquaintances to be telling each other of their lives before the game, before the jobs and the drugs, and Eames doesnt want to know. He knows what he needs to know about Moneypenny and that's don't trust her as far as you can throw her- the latter being a lot farther than the former. *

Funny, never heard that one before. * Eames can afford to be cocky out here, outside of the bars, with the money and the authority. He's blatant about it when they're on even footing, its just too enticing to taunt when she's at his mercy. Those candy pink lips smeared with a gloss so high sheen it looks fake, Eames grins and adds, just to be a grade A arsehole, * Especially not from you tigre.

* A reminder that he still has some of her numbers- the ones that few ever seen, and only before she keeps them down in those dreams of

the story of my characters' lives with yours, sugar :P

[arcadist]

[ It's a shame, really. Between the both of them, they'd probably make a proper killing if they weren't so busy circling one another, making sure shanks and shivs don't find their ways into respective spines. They were both charming (when they wanted to be), complete bastards (often), and had very little scruples beyond the bare minimum (Moneypenny less so, perhaps). But they were both smarter than anyone gave them credit for, dangerously disarming and made of grit and gravel beneath whatever polish they decided to wear or not wear at any given time.

There was something undeniably true about like attracting like, something nefariously appealing about it. But more like magnets holding the same charge, the two repelled one another as much as attracted. Much to Moneypenny's constant amusement and frustration.

She's not amused now though, flashing her teeth at Eames (he likes her teeth, she knows it, he'd told her as much in the past). ] I'm moving up in the world, kitten.

[ Then she's slinking back behind the bars again,

something tells me you're going to be the difficult one here /GLEE

[paisleythief]

* Some things were made so that too much exposure could be lethal, and that is their story in a warning label. Keep away from Eames. Keep away from Moneypenny. And most importantly, if brought into contact, never leave in a closed container for extended periods of time. They start out like a controlled burn but inevitably, inescapably, they catch to the tinder of the other's past, the transience of their own future, and it all goes up in a fucking inferno. There's no controlling the blaze.

He smirks at her. * Seems t'me you're sittin' in the same place- and I know how that makes your gears grind. How long was it before they let you 'ave a call, mm? * Rubbing it in, forcing her to look her imprisonment in the eye and seriously take into account what he's doing for her. This isnt about getting her to Angola on time- this is about her knowing that after this, she's in his debt. *

And to your favorite Eamesie. * Reckless, and maybe because he wants to know this is the same girl who'd nearly slipped him a pretty bit of silver in the

i do believe YOU ARE CORRECT young miss

[arcadist]

[ Eames, you smug little shit, Moneypenny thinks to herself, the thought not even bothering to keep off of her face as she glowers at him through her eyelashes and a swath of honey-colored bangs. It's a double standard, really, since she'd be doing the same thing if she were on the other side of those bars and it was his sad, thieving ass in her position. In fact, she'd probably send him twice through the wringer before even considering coming to those bars, but as smart as Eames is, he's got a taste for bad blood -- like smoking too many cigarettes and drinking too much wine, things in excess, the things that would either kill you slow or kill you lightning fast (a knife to the gut, a bullet to the brain).

She waits until he's less than an arm's length away. Elbow close. Wrist close. Then--

There are blue-polished nails digging into the front of Eames' shirt, twisting tight (one wrap, two) around the length of his tie, pulling him forward by the throat through the bars until his shoulders bang up against them. ]

Oh, I'm always