You'll never take us alive
We swore that death will do us part
They'll call our crimes a work of art
You'll never take us alive
We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners
Partners in crime
@VeerAway Until he'd ran.
The old instincts of a hunter triggered and she frowned, watching for just a second before pursuing.
At this point, she didn't know who he was. Not yet. But to have someone look at you and then run didn't happen often. Well.
Not since her Sith days.--
There was a crack of lightning, and Lenea formed on the rooftop of @D3vilishJustice's loft. She scaled down the fire escape and entered the hall, trying the door.
Locked. No dice.
Rude.
Through the window, it was. She let herself in, and first went to the faucet for a--
@D3vilishJustice He was a capable fighter, but he might find himself challenged with the one in front of him. She was a force of nature, quite literally.
"Earf..." She repeated again, wrongly, and tasting the word. She knew of the planet but had never gotten to visit.
"No. I'm not of Earf,--
@D3vilishJustice Accent, a drawl akin to something that would be heard in the southern states, studying him with interest.
If Frank had come first, she'd be a cooling corpse on the floor, not that she knew that.
"I would like food."
@D3vilishJustice "New York City..." Lenea repeated slowly, noting the cane. "Are you injured?"
In Lenea's world, blindness wasn't an issue, technology far enough to correct it easily. The few she'd met who were blind used the force and it was nearly impossible to tell.
She spoke with an--