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Gross.

[The recording starts when the communicator falls to the ground at an awkward angled sort of position. There's already a fight going on. There's a bleach blond man whose face is contorted into angry lines unlike any wrinkles that might come naturally with age. After all, there is nothing natural about his age at all. He's wearing a black leather duster which makes it hard to see, but there is blood on it. Not his own.]

[It's from the man he's got pinned against the wall. The one who is screaming for him to leave him the fuck alone.]

[Spike just smirks and knees him hard in the groin.]

I already told you we don't use that kind of language! And we don't go nicking free sugar packets from cafes without bloody purchase either! Consider this a permanent lesson then.

[Spike lifts the other man forward and then slams him up against the wall again. The video doesn't catch the way his head cracks against the wall, but the audio relays the sound.]

[ The conflict then drops to silence, displaced communicator catching a cut-off view of the blond. Perceptible to the blond is a set of footsteps, but he brushes them off. It's just a kid passing by, nothing to worry about.

Suddenly-

Two shots crack, ripping through the silence, two bullets slamming into the back of his neck. ]

[ His hand moves up to the back of his neck even as he's falling down to his knees and then crumpling down in the alley completely. If he were human things would be over now. As it is, they look over for the moment—just two lifeless bodies bleeding in the night. But those bullets weren't wood and his neck is not his heart so after a few moments pass he's pushing himself back up, laughing as he does so. At least it's supposed to be laughing. It sounds rough given the damage that's still trying to put itself right inside him.]

That all you got then?

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[ The screen snaps on to reveal the backs of theatre seats. They seem all but empty, except for ones occupied by the owner of the phone and the individual beside her. The tuft of brown hair and Rudy-like nose that peeks through the edge of the screen answers that question. ]

You take your little sensitive ass up there and let me in. Get out of the way! Don't make me get up out of this truck! Man when I get up in there I'm slappin' somebody, I don't play that.

Carter talks too much, you know. Talks too much and doesn't own his words. Dude, if they ever make a Rush Hour 4--

[   Mindy suddenly drops the device in her lap, camera catching a shot of he face-- the entire bloody mess of it-- as red trickles down her nose, dribbling down her chin and onto her light purple shirt. ]

--could've picked a better time to get a bloody nose.

[ She raises a cupped hand to stop the blood. Cuts; long, short, wide and thick blossom red against her fingers, as though someone had been tracing- gouging a pencil against the pale skin. Hastily, she makes a grab for the device, slamming it off, but not before it catches one last word. ]

Shit.

[ooc: Souvenirs you never lose! D: ]

☇ Helped lots of people. [nice]
☇ Hurt lots people. [naughty]
☇ Helped lots of people by hurting lots of people.[naughty]
☇ Helped the dumbass follow his dream. [nice]
☇ Made him proud. [nice]

NAUGHTY.

— doesn't even make any sense. It's bullshit.

[ ooc: Hiatus? What hiatus. Tags will be slow. ;; ]

Marcus, Marcus! MARCUS! Look, look— I found it! I FOUND IT!

[ The camera coincidentally turns on to reveal one blond haired brat in a pastel-pink dress, lifting up the cushion of a sofa-chair to peak her head under it. A familiar blond-haired brat, who's a little bit more of a brat today. Not to mention, a little shorter and, dare we say, younger. ]

See? I told ya I'd find it before you did! Now we can go see Dad, right? Come on! Let's gooooooo.

[ She pops up to to reveal her face plastered with a pleased grin, as she showcases her treasure: a ring of keys. Spryly, she bounces from the chair to the middle of the living room. Then she stops abruptly. Mindy swallows up the entire room in large, blue eyes as she takes in the discrepancies. This isn't right at all. Wasn't the kitchen the right door and why weren't the walls light blue? And where was Marcus? And the couch wasn't there? And the carpet...]


— where'd you go? Where'd I go? [Her voice is suddenly very quiet. ] Th- This isn't our...

[ She takes a deep breath, looking nearly about to cry. ]

MARCUS! MARCUS! MAAAAAAAAARCUUUUS.

[ First there is a large PAW on the screen. The black, soft pad of a paw, to be exact. Then there is a nose, panning out to far-too-close-up shot of a tiger cub's face. It remains there for a few seconds before panning out once more, as she hits the device with her paw. She's actually trying to navigate to the City's delivery.com, but paws are not very dexterous.

The perspective hastily shifts to reveal a distance shot of one tiger cub, spread out on the couch. Mindy's currently flipping the pages of comic book against the drone of a television set on low volume. Her tail swishes back and forth absentmindedly, and she shifts to tuck one bandaged foot under her stomach. ]

This curse could be cool. [ If a tiger could grumble. ] I want my thumbs back.

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