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Okay, Nicole! Time to nut up or shut up! You can act normal around people! You are a lovely, totally rational human being! With nothing unstable about her! Ha-ha-hoo.
You guzzle your glass of water. If you pretend hard enough, you can believe it's just super watered down beer. Liquid courage to help you out. You push away from the bar counter, swerving by the various crowded tables to talk to your first choice. The brick shithouse.
A wide berth is given to him and it's not hard to understand why. <span class="mu-r">A barely alive husk of a man lays at his feet.</span> If it wasn't for the twitching, you would think he was a corpse.
[UNSTABLE] You remember a corpse like this. Old friend back in District 5, fell for a 20 story building. Went splat like a balloon, pop pop.
[UNSTABLE] This unit of a man can do that? You need his violence. His bloodlust. He will kill the glowies for you.
The man standing over the almost-corpse doesn't calm your nerves. A large leather jacket with some obscure gang sign covers a body of seemingly 97% muscle and 3% bodyfat. He towers over you by a solid three feet and you're pretty average for a girl. Scars and tattoos cover his hands, face, and whatever exposed skin you can see.
His bright green eyes dart to stare down at you. His stained yellow teeth show themselves as he flashes a snarl. "What do you want, girly?" <span class="mu-b">Good at punching. Starting to get to your head, probably good at intimidating.</span>
How to approach this kind of person...perhaps talking to him on his level? You take a moment to try deepening your voice before approaching him.
"Wow. Bet that fight was super boring, huh?" You scoff. "You know, I know a better way to use all of that muscle you got there."
The man squints at you, as if waiting for you to continue. You oblige. "Look. I'm a Cleaner. I do dangerous jobs. I need people like you who can punch real well. And you're good at that, right?"
"...Right." He nods, slowly taking in what you're saying. "Wait, a Cleaner? You're the type of guys who get paid a lot, right?" You nod back at him. <span class="mu-b">Easily bought with cash, huh? You'll bet he's willing to do whatever for it.</span>
"Fuck yeah! It gets tiring looting people's wallets all the time. Shit, have you SEEN how many people with only credit cards?" The man flashes a blood stained wallet before pointing at the person he beat up. "This piece of shit only had an expired credit card and a few nickels! Bullshit!"<span class="mu-b">Easily angered.</span>
"Well! I gotta keep my eyes open but I'm willing to get you some of that extra moolah if you're willing to come along. How's it sound? Works for both of us?" You try your best to flash a snarl at him.
He just breaks out laughing. "Pft. You're a funny chick. Aight, I'll bite. I'm willing to join ya for a little down payment, ya get me?"
"Oh, I get ya. Just two reasonable chaps here."
"Absolutely. Tell ya what. I like your moxie...?" He pauses. Oh, right, your name. This is going swimmingly so far.