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baconstrip2012-01-23 07:28 am
selfportrait) wrote in baconstrip2012-01-23 07:28 am
♀ 'cause i may be bad but i'm perfectly good at it | this is jen's fault
[You can tell a lot about a woman by her hands. This particular woman or, as she's known professionally, the woman somehow keeps her hands soft and supple in spite of how much force she can put behind a slap. Not that she favors getting her hands dirty. As much as possible, she uses tools and props when she misbehaves. Why risk cutting yourself when there's a riding crop within arm's reach?
What lies in her hands now is nothing of that sort though. No, this is a very particular weapon for a very particular adversary. A well-manicured thumb, nail polished crimson, runs over the keypad of a mobile phone.]
I saw your name on the S. S. Thor's manifest. Did you see mine on the Sif's? Let's have dinner.
[Upon hitting send, her blood red lips curve into a smile. She gives a lilting chortle at the sight of her mirth reflected in the phone's miniscule monitor even as it's slowly obscured by steam. She's not expecting an answer, of course. Resting her mobile on the lip of the bathtub, she sinks into the bubbles: a crocodile awaiting its prey.
Come now, you're going to need to use the loo some time, Mr. Holmes.]
[ooc: seriously, you can tear all my hair out if i'm butchering your canon 8|]
What lies in her hands now is nothing of that sort though. No, this is a very particular weapon for a very particular adversary. A well-manicured thumb, nail polished crimson, runs over the keypad of a mobile phone.]
I saw your name on the S. S. Thor's manifest. Did you see mine on the Sif's? Let's have dinner.
[Upon hitting send, her blood red lips curve into a smile. She gives a lilting chortle at the sight of her mirth reflected in the phone's miniscule monitor even as it's slowly obscured by steam. She's not expecting an answer, of course. Resting her mobile on the lip of the bathtub, she sinks into the bubbles: a crocodile awaiting its prey.
Come now, you're going to need to use the loo some time, Mr. Holmes.]
[ooc: seriously, you can tear all my hair out if i'm butchering your canon 8|]