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jet-samson‌:

Jet found himself laughing at her finger quotes. “Well for one, I don’t make snap judgements on people. I’ve found you meet more interesting people that way. More flies with honey I suppose.” He shrugged, ever present grin still firm on his face. This conversation was turning out better than he hoped for. “I mean, I guess so. But it’s not hard for me to have a fun night. I just pay for it in the morning.”

Helga rose her brows up, giving him a look, “Can’t tell if that was aimed at me or not, big shot.” she mused- and as much as she hated it, she still had that little smile on her lips, and she found she didn’t mind staying out here talking to him instead of drowning out the world with music and wailing on a punching bag. Huh. “And what exactly do you do during all these fun nights? Color me curious.”

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jet-samson‌:

“Maybe not most people, but I take pride in not being exactly like other people.” He chuckled. It had been while since he had run into someone who actually interested him. He liked that. It was different. “Most of my nights are long ones. Especially the ones that are fun.”

Despite herself, Helga found that almost smile turning into a slight little actual one, the corners of her lips tugging up just a bit, the harshness in her gaze dissipating along with it. “So other than not complaining about my snarkiness, what else makes you ‘not like other people’?” She made little finger quotes and everything, tilting her head a bit as she looked up at him. Usually by now people were calling her a bitch or picking a fight or walking off. He was still just smiling. It was equal parts annoying and endearing. “Lucky you for having a fun night then?”

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jet-samson‌:

“Usually. I mean, unless you catch me before my morning coffee. Then I’m a bit of a grump. But long nights do that kind of thing to you, ya’ know?” He shrugged grinning even wider. “You always this snarky? Not that I’m complaining. I find it much more interesting than always being nice.”

Helga narrowed her eyes just a bit, more in thought than anything else. She could at least concur with that--if people thought she was a bitch during the day then that had nothing on how she was in the morning before her coffee. She rose a brow at his comment, unable to help the little twitch of her lips, almost a smile. Almost. “Usually.” She quipped back, echoing his response back to him. “Interesting isn’t always the word people associate with it.” she added lightly, tilting her head a bit as curiosity got the better of her at his previous comment. “Long night?” 

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hercules-tavoularis‌:

Hercules bent over his hands on his knees, breathing heavy. He knew he had been slacking a bit on his endurance training but he didn’t think it was this bad. It was only a couple of miles in and already he could feel his lungs burning and his calves cramping. “God, next time I need to remember to drink some water before hand. Or maybe not eat a bunch of food before. Yeah, that’s probably a good start.” He started talking to himself, not realizing someone else was probably close enough by to hear him.

Helga usually zoned out during her sessions, whether it was running or boxing or martial arts, once she’d started, it took a lot to snap her out of it. It just so happened though the man currently doubled over had been directly in front of her, so she didn’t really have much of a choice but to notice. She popped one of her earbuds out when she saw his lips moving and she quirked a brow at him, “Yeah, eating before isn’t usually the smartest idea. You’re lucky you didn’t puke.” She looked him over, tilting her head a bit and wondering if she was about to have to take her water out for him. “You’re not gonna faint on me or something, are ya?”

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feliciajnes‌:

“Whole drink or not you’re still the one responsible, sweet cheeks. But the bad ass I can do as I please attitude is a favorite of mine. Take it you prefer top then?” Felicia couldn’t help herself , or the childish grin that spread across her face. Felicia was annoyed but captured all in with with this woman. No way she would lose this entertainment tonight. Though she held her breath - hoping she wouldn’t be too stubborn and want to keep throwing the darn things at the board. Clapping slowly with the way she tossed the others she rolled her eyes. “Fine fine , we can both buy a round. Only because you understand I’m a princess and everything.” Tossing a wink she turned on her heels and made her way to the bar counter. “Keep up, firecracker.”

Helga’s brows tipped up a bit, surprised by the comment before it made a sly little smile tug on her lips, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” she replied back simply, noting the way she’d been watched as she effortlessly nailed the bullseye with two darts at once. A grin soon made its way onto her face when the girl agreed to both buying rounds and she put the rest of the darts down onto the table for now, figuring this was much more entertaining. “And as the princess it’s only fitting I’ll let you go first.” She smirked, not giving her much more of a chance to reply before waving the bartender over.

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jet-samson‌:

“You’ve got a strong grip.” It didn’t exactly hurt, he had a fair share of callouses on his hands, but it was something he took notice of as he helped pull her to her feet. At her remark he just laughed.”You’re right. That definitely would have sucked for you. Transferring things to a new phone is one of the biggest pains in the ass. Sometimes you get lucky.”

“I’m aware.” Helga replied simply once she’d taken her hand back. She wiped her fingers over the screen once more for good measure before pocketing it safely and just pursing her lips at him, looking him up and down. “You usually this chipper?” she couldn’t help but wonder it--after all, she was being kind of a bitch to him, she’d expected at least a little snark back..

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why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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jet-samson‌:

Jet fought the urge to roll his eyes and instead gave her one of his charming smiles. She was right after all. Though really they both needed to pay more attention. “You’re right. I should remember that I take up an entire doorway.” He reached down to try to help her up but he had a feeling she wasn’t going to take it. “I really didn’t mean to run right into you. Next time I’ll remember to wait to put my headphones back on.”

While he fought it, Helga sure didn’t and she rolled her eyes at his attempt at giving her a smile, she actually did take his offer in helping her up though, gripping his hand albeit a bit harder than necessary as she used him as leverage to climb back up onto her feet. She grabbed her phone off the ground where it fell out of her pocket, her lips pursed as she dusted it off, “You’re just lucky you didn’t crack my screen.”

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feliciajnes‌:

“I don’t know some people don’t know a good thing if it was standing right in front of them. Are you trying to tell me different?” She asked tilting her head. “Because I know what I saw and it was your pretty heart nearly knocking my drink clear off the map.” Felicia knew she was making a mountain out of a mole hill. Though, that’s just how the girl was half the time without much shame. Rolling her eyes listening to her she took a dart. Instead of throwing it she asked it over and stabbed it in the center. “Look at that I won! Without even chipping a nail . Now come have a celebratory drink with me.” Felicia stated with a bright smile.

Helga just rolled her eyes at the other girl, humming a bit, “I wouldn’t have touched the drink. I have impeccable reflexes.” She replied with a smirk. “But let’s say I did? It’s not like it woulda been a whole drink. So you wouldn’t have gotten much of an apology out of me.” sure it wasn’t the nicest thing, but hey, she was being honest. She perked up when the girl took the bait, looking forward to watching the attempt at a bullseye--but she was stuck in surprise when the woman just walked to the board, placing it dead center. She couldn’t even help the little laugh that came out of her, shaking her head in disbelief, “I don’t think I can even be mad at that with how ridiculous it was.” She looked at the rest of the darts in her hand, humming a bit before she grabbed two and launched them across the distance, both hitting almost dead center. “How about we call it even and each buy a round, princess?”

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jet-samson‌:

Jet stretched his arms behind his head as he walked out of the gym, his bag slung lazily over his shoulders. He had a lot on his mind so he figured a trip to the gym would clear his mind. It had kind of worked, at least while he was there. As he was walking out, however, his long nights and racing thoughts caught up with him. He felt himself collide with something, his bag falling out of his grip and his headphones sliding off of his ears onto his neck. “Woah, sorry about that. Let me help you.”

Helga had her own headphones in, duffle slung over her shoulder as she walked towards the entrance of the gym, her head tipped low as she quickly made her way to the door. Just as she was about to look up though her body smacked into another’s, the collision enough to make her stumble off her feet and onto the hard cement. She scowled up at the guy she’d knocked into, her own headphones yanked out of her ears as the cord tangled with her fallen bag. “Maybe you should watch where you’re going next time.” granted, she’d had her head down too, but still.

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feliciajnes‌:

Felicia was more focused on her drink that was nearly reaching it’s end at the sudden voice. “Well, given you just about knocked my round from me - you should just pay for them anyways.” With eyes looking at the darts, then moving to the board, to return to the girl she laughed loudly. “Do I look dressed down enough to being throwing darts? No no, honey.” 

Helga’s eyebrow shot up at the response, glancing to the girl’s drink, “I wouldn’t have touched it--better yet, I wouldn’t have let it spilt. Can’t go wasting a precious commodity after all.” she quipped before huffing out a laugh, “Oh come on princess, what, afraid you’re gonna chip a nail? There’s no mandatory attire to throw a dart.” she held them out still, humming a bit, “Unless you’re afraid to- which, yanno, I could get. Lord forbid a room full of absolute strangers witness you actually trying to have fun, even if you mess it up.”

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mclaren626‌:

Steven wasn’t actually allowed to drink, which was dumb, considering he was supposed to be meeting people in a bar. Well, this is what he got for letting sponsors pick where they were supposed to be meeting up at. So, with a scrunch of his nose, he tried something fun to do, and found a game of darts. He liked darts.

Hands in his pockets and slouching as he stood, Steven glanced at the lady and made a face. “I can’t drink, but you can cover for my sponsors,” he told her with a grin, taking the darts and sending one sailing into the bulls eye. “So if you’re offering I’m guessing you practice?”

“Sponsor?” Helga questioned, tilting her head about. She started to pull her hand back before stopping herself. Who the hell was she to say if he could or couldn’t be in here. She’d be a hypocrite if she started talking about the errors of underaged drinking. So she let him take the handful of darts and instead took his vacated bar stool, a little smirk tugging on her lips, “You can say I’ve tried my hand at it once or twice, sure.”

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audrey-ramirezzz‌:

She wouldn’t trade her job for the world. But sometimes, the ads she had up came back to bite her. Either people she’d pissed off or old business partners that she cut contact with showing up unannounced. And today there was someone who fit both bills. Shit shit shit shit. She thought, wiping her hands off, walking over nonchalantly. “Hey, how can I help you today?” she tried to play it off as casual like she barely recognized Helga, but she was truly about a second from dropping the garage door and pretending the shop was closed.  

Helga didn’t bother hiding the roll of her eyes, “We gonna play it like that? C’mon Auds. We practically lived together for years, I could probably recognize you by your snores before I even saw your face.” She quipped as she walked more inside. She walked her fingers along a nearby work bench, trailing over the wrenches and tools laying about before she huffed out a breath, “Look. I’m desperate okay. My bike is making this...this sound and after your shop popped up in three different searches, I figured what the hell. I know at the very least you’re capable with an engine.”

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Helga liked the anonymity of little bars like this, the lights low and the music loud, everyone minding their own business. It made getting some quick cash from non-suspecting bystanders all too easy, especially when they underestimated someone who looked like her. 

She plucked the darts out of the board with a little smirk, her wallet already forty bucks heavier than it had been just twenty minutes ago. “Wanna give it a shot? Loser buys a round.” she tempted with a grin, offering the darts to the person sitting nearby, wiggling her fingers a bit with the offerings, “C’mon, I’ll even let you go first.”

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@andyxdavis

Helga valued her alone time, especially when it consisted in her training. She was good, she knew that, but there was always room for improvement. She chose an empty clearing on the outskirts of a park, her stuff a bit scattered around. She had half a pile of throwing knives nearby, the rest all practically dead-center on a makeshift mark she made in the center of a tree trunk. A half-empty water bottle, a discarded hoodie, and her long braided hair whipping over her face as she practiced her steps, her kicks and jabs precise in the air. She felt herself being watched though, hairs prickling at the back of her neck. 

“Can I help you?” She called out, a bit out of breath, not even bothering to turn around to face him.

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@audrey-ramirezzz

It’d been years since Helga had even seen Audrey’s face, but with the motor of her bike making what could only be described as a wheezing sound, Helga had no choice but to search around online for a mechanic. And lo and behold, Audrey’s shop was one that just consistently popped up. And it was her, Helga knew it--she didn’t even have to see an ad on google with the girl’s face to confirm it. So, biting the bullet, here Helga was now, trying her best to swallow her pride (and her anger at being abandoned) and rapping her knuckles on the open entryway of the shop before walking in, “Knock knock.”