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annielenorewright:

“No talent, hm?” Annie often found that people who spoke of having no talent were the kinds of people who were fishing for compliments. Annie didn’t bite, nor could she really. She didn’t know this girl at all. “A monkey could do it, so I’m sure you could, too.” A pause, as she shuffled through her papers, found a blank application. “If you want to give it a shot, fill that out.”

         Fishing for compliments --- no, Mia couldn’t give a quarter of a shit what a random stranger thought. Her lips pressed into a thin line, a hand extending outward to accept the application. Chances were, she wouldn’t apply. People or not, she liked working on her own schedule, and Silo’s offer was a better one. “Mhmm. Thanks for that.”

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annielenorewright:

“In my experience, people only say that if they’re extremely picky.” Annie felt her shoulders lift in a shrug as she glanced up from the paperwork in front of her, funnily enough, applications for the openings at the theater. An idiot could do some of the jobs she was hiring for, but that didn’t give her much faith in the applicants. She didn’t care to herd a bunch of teenagers who didn’t have two cents to rub together between their ears. “Have you considered the theater in the mall? We’re looking for people who can run the projectors, and you’d barely have to interact with people at all.” 

         “I mean, yeah. I have no talents so.” She shrugged, fingers tapping against the her thigh, through her jeans. At least she knew she was useless in anything but convincing people to give her their money with sob stories. Or worse. “I’d have to be taught how to run the projector. Never touched a thing like that.”

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breakyourhxart:

“You didn’t even have to think about it.” Valentine looks a little surprised, but he laughs slightly. It’s nice to see a woman who knows exactly what she wants without hesitation. “Good choice, though. He’s got some jams. Some really funky ones, and some that are good to get you in the mood.” Tapping at the screen of his phone idly while Valentine eyeballs the woman, he tries to decide on a song now.

         “I like my Prince.” It was less of a confession, as her tone suggested, and more of a fact with her person. Not that it mattered. “My point exactly. If you’re feeling even the least bit funky it’ll just slide you right into the drive. The shit that makes your shoulder shimmy when you merge lanes and that jazz.” Though, honestly, Mia hated driving. She left that shit up to Finn, when it had to be done. “Just a cruise or a long, back-road way to a destination?”

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elijvhiisms:

“At that point it’d be less about what you want to do and more about what exactly you can grin and bear. I fuckin’ hate my job, but it pays the bills.” Not that he needed it. But it was nice to make money to pay his bills, and then be able to keep the money he didn’t do a damn thing to earn. “Besides, depending on where you go, it’s not near as bad as it sounds. Some people you deal with are annoying, but eventually it’s bearable.”

         “Nothing that allows people to call me sweetheart and ask to speak to my manager.” Mia snorted at the thought. Her temper was terrible, her patience too short for people to condescend down to her eight hours a day. She wasn’t cultured enough for that shit. “What do you do, then? I’ve got enough cash to last me in my room for a little while but it’d be nice to have the security.” That was a lie. She had more than enough to last longer than necessarily in a motel room like what she was paying for ... but she couldn’t stand twiddling her thumbs all day. “I think I’m just not a people-person, you know?”

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silo-jacobs:

“Really?”  Jax and Silo - but especially Silo - were all but drowning in the menial tasks that he’d just as soon contract out.  The only thing keeping them afloat involved nights that ran far later than Silo would’ve liked, often verging on the crack of dawn and fucking with his sleep schedule something hardcore.

But!  Was she down for that?  With an otherwise unhelpful fall guy being paid handsomely, virtually all the real risk was eliminated for anyone else involved… but one couldn’t just dive in with an entry level job offer when it came to drug manufacturing and selling.  So instead, he tested the waters with this girl using a much safer, more innocuous way.  Even if she didn’t fuck with drugs, she’d likely been asked questions along these lines before.  He could anticipate a polite decline, and possibly offer her a more socially acceptable way to get fucked up.

“I’ve got the job thing down, but I’m more lacking the recreational shit for after hours… see, I just moved here and I’m not exactly swimming in ‘contacts’.”  Surely she’d catch his drift, unless she was way more dense or naive than she appeared. “You don’t happen to be holding, hmm?”

         Somewhere along the lines, she was sure, she had stuck a toe in the water with Finn on drugs. Whatever they had done was a wild night, but not something that she had stuck with. It didn’t mean she was against trying again, It didn’t mean that she was too proud to stick her nose in a business it didn’t belong, especially if it meant she didn’t have to greet anyone with a false smile. She was shit at those.

Her eyes studied the bearer of the words, taking in each of his features as he spoke. He had nice hair --- and a face that one wouldn’t easily forget once they spotted it. It gave him a kind of naivete she was sure he no longer possessed but ... Mia understood that. She used it to her advantage more times than not, appeared much younger than she really was when scanning out people to con. She dressed the part more often than not but this one had youth eking from him. The tip of her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, the ease of the smirk at the corner of her tiers a slow but sure lift. “I’m new to town myself, it’s been part of the trouble ...” A pause.

But she understood what he was asking. Despite being less-than-masterful in the art of anything related to what he was asking, it beat ringing up condoms for fifty year old perverts at Walmart. “But I know I can get whatever you need met to.” She was open to it. Whatever he was willing to sling at her, the glint in Mia’s eye confirmed that much. A hand rose, fingers waggling as she gestured him to follow her --- it’d be easier to talk somewhere quieter. “So ... when did you get to town?”

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         “In two weeks I haven’t seen shit for a job that I could actually see myself doing.” Sure, there were plenty of them, and Mia’s complaint was more out of frustration than not --- more to herself than not, but still .... here she was. A cashier? A waitress? Oh no, one snide remark and she’d be out of there so fast ... it wasn’t as if she and Finn needed the cash but it was better to have something to do during the day. Lest she go stir crazy. “Shit.”

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untappedmalice:

Personally Julia did not like it when employees approached her and asked if she needed their assitance, in fact it irked her to no end. If she needed help she was more than capable of asking outright. As her boss had recently felt the need to remind her, however, the average person did not agree and she was encouraged to ask library patrons if they had any questions. She squared her shoulders and feigned pleasantness, walking up to someone she believed had just recently entered. “Hello. Can I help you find anything?” 

         For a moment she considered the question: Mia’s eyes actually dropped to the woman’s shoulders as she gave her a once-over, as if she could feel the tenseness there, or perhaps she had seen her square them on the way over. Either way, the brunette plopped her own pleasant smile onto her face and gave a small nod, “Suppose it might be better to get help than to wander aimlessly. Big cats? Book on ‘em, please.”

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breakyourhxart:

“What’s best for a Saturday night cruise through town? Michael Jackson or Prince?” Valentine holds up his phone, looking down at Spotify. After a few moments he grins, looking up at the person beside him. “Don’t tell me neither of them, because then that just means you have really bad taste and I’m not about to hear that.” What he’s really asking, is what is the best soundtrack to play while figuring out my next victim? But he can’t quite say that, now can he?

         “Prince,” Mia responded thoughtlessly, which was all the better considering how drawn to the pamphlet of the town her eyes were. She wasn’t even sure who she was speaking to, not until she finished the paragraph and looked up, and once she did there was a small nod to emphasize her decision. “I’d have to say Prince.”

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★ — ( kaya scodelario, 24, she/hers) you can find [ mia hawkins ] sleeping with one eye open in their [ pink flamingo hotel room #10 ] at night, and [ unemployed ] by the light of day. they’ve been in town for [ two weeks ] and their hobbies include [ conning people out of their valuables, running small bank heists with her partner, and breaking/entering homes to rob and murder the tenants ]. —— ☆

mia was born and raised in the slums of wichita, kansas. her family life was a lot less than one might hope for a baby girl. she was the circumstance of a mother who abused heavier drugs and was very fortunate to actually be born a healthy little girl.

her mother ran through boyfriends like water and they typically were those who could support her habits. mia’s house was like a revolving door. thankfully she was not targeted by her mother’s lovers for a duration of her youth. she doesn’t know who her father is.

it was never a secret that she wasn’t exactly wanted. it was more a circumstance that her mother had been to a clinic too many times before and it wasn’t healthy for her to have the child removed while she was carrying. her mother was verbally and emotionally abusive, and on the occasion physically. mia often hoofed it from the house to escape that behavior.

which was how she met finn (not his real name either!). from a young age she latched onto finn, which really started with them playing in dirt in the back yard when they were toddlers. mia’s only good memories are of finn.

the two latched on to one another. they would play in the abandoned houses or shops in the slums, they would steal from the local package store together (more bold thefts as they got older!) and they attended the same schools. their friendship was essential for mia to get through.

naturally their relationship evolved quickly. when the two were in early teens, like before proper or full personal sexual maturation, they began exploring themselves. mia fell in love with finn at an early age. she’s still madly in love with him. they’ve been dating proper since they were fifteen or sixteen.

she’s a high school dropout. the living situation became so bad at home when she was seventeen that she just left forever. no note, nothing. packed up and left, appeared to finn and suggested he leave too. they’ve been on the run since. the catalyst was one of her mother’s newest boyfriends attempting to force themselves on her. mia beat him with the lid of the toilet tank and left him unconscious with a broken nose. she appeared at finn’s covered in a spray of his blood.

which means they’ve had minimal income. neither of them work a decent job and i doubt they ever have. they started with simple cons to get money and it evolved from there. by this age the two of them are pretty good at sitting down and thinking a heist through. which is to say, mia won’t actually act on a heist unless she has finn around to think it through and execute it with her.

within the past two years they’ve graduated from small time crimes to full blown robbery. nothing that requires a team of people yet because they don’t want to split profits, but definitely breaking and entering. they also robbed a small bank which is what garnered the more severe attention from the police.

her relationship with finn is unhealthy if only because she relies upon him so heavily. he is the only family she has ever had, and he is the only person who has never hurt or abused her in some fashion.

and within the past year they’ve graduated from bank crimes (which they will still commit) to breaking/entering and murder before stealing valuables from the home and moving on.

and here she is, unemployed presently and looking to lay low for just a little while before planning another heist (somewhere outside of town). of course her other half is with her, which really just means trouble.

i’d love to plot, so hit me up!

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“Nobody ever robs restaurants. Bars, liquor stores, gas stations… you get your head blown off sticking up one of them. Restaurants on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. They’re not expecting to get robbed.” -Pulp Fiction (1994)

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