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[nynecrymes.livejournal.com]

Thomas Blake sits back at a desk , his hands entwined momentarily before taking a deep breath.   His "recruiting call" hasn't gone as well as planned.

"Okay...seriously now.  I can...take a joke.  I like a laugh as good as the next man, but REALLY?  Did someone send you here as a gag or something?"

He uncurls his fingers, drumming them on the front wood.  "First off, I'm hoping your not wearing a wire.  Second, SERIOUSLY?"

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[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

His wrist is caught and held before he has a chance to bring the blades down.

"Tch, Blake. That anyway to treat a probie?"

[nynecrymes.livejournal.com]

His eyes jolt open, not expecting to be caught. "...best way I know of." Snatching his hand back, he steps aside. "We had a disagreement that got a bit out of hand." He tosses a left-handed blade to the side, touching at his burst lip.

"You can handle cleanup."

[hot-ravager.livejournal.com]

"Hold up... bitch... this isn't... over...."

Rose wiped some blood from her face, where it had connected with the desk.

"This is like when Drago took Rocky down the first few times in the big fight... except you're not half as cool as Ivan Drago. I wanna finish this, ri..."

she stopped then, noticing Grace.

"Well. Hey. Funny where you end up re-meeting your one night stands, huh? How's it going?"

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"Hiya cutie. It's goin' great other than finding him attempting to remove your head. What the fuck did you do to piss him off?"

[hot-ravager.livejournal.com]

"Well, I came here to inquire about joining this little team here, and it ends up that your buddy here is a misogynystic douchebag."

Well. She certainly put it mildly, didn't she?

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like our Catman alright. You'll grow to love him eventually. Or, ya know, detest him slightly less."

Reaching out, Grace ruffles Rose's hair and then fixes Blake with a serious look.

"I invited her, you shithead. So play nice like a good kitty and let's see if she's a good fit."

[nynecrymes.livejournal.com]

He stares at Grace for a moment, then back to Rose, flipping his other blade over the shoulder nonchalantly.

"I don't do sidekicks. Unless you wanna wear a little domino mask. Maybe some green undies? But if you're on some sort of ride-along, then no. You won't be a liability, or a road-ass."

He stops, finally putting a piece in order. "Wait, its not because...oh for shit's sake, Gracie? When do you sleep?"

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

There's silence for a moment and Grace just looks at Blake, brow furrowing in what could be anger.

Then she smiles, and claps him on the back. Hard.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't just hear you imply that I invited her here just because we fucked. She's gotta try out just like everyone else, and if ya'll say no, then it's good with me."

[hot-ravager.livejournal.com]

"Oh, for god's sake... I'M RIGHT HERE!"

Rose announced, annoyed that she was being spoken about like she wasn't right in the same room. She stared at Blake and sighed, shaking her head.

"I'm not here because I slept with Grace. Well... actually, not much sleep was involved..." she threw a wink at the taller woman.

"I'm here because I want to make a difference. If you wanna give me some sort of test that doesnt involve you and I attempting to maim each other, and throwing snappy banter at each other, then please."

[nynecrymes.livejournal.com]

"Listen. I don't want to know. At all, but here's the thing. We may need a little cannon fodder every now and again."

He hastily scribbles something down on a post-it. "Want to prove yourself? Meet us here. We'll tell you when."