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[attr="class","llppromisedtitle2"]primadonna life, the rise and fall

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This isn’t Orchid’s usual type of scene. No, not anything like it at all. She’s still new to this whole Rocket thing, and hadn’t been expecting to be taken into doing tasks for them so quickly.[break][break]

She needs a chance to prove herself though, so she’s determined to see this one through to the end. No matter how grimey and disgusting the setting is. She’s not looking forward to this, but it would get easier with time, she’s hoping. [break][break]

At least her partner appears to be another young woman, around her age. Orchid doesn’t know what she would’ve done if she had to deal with an annoying man during this. She remembers her past meetings with @rook , and can only shudder at the mess those had been. What a bitch he’d been.[break][break]

This one doesn’t seem nearly as bad. This mission partner also seems confident enough. Confident enough to be noticeably eyeing Orchid, at least.[break][break]

At first, she had thought she had gotten a bad one, one with the audacity to look at her negatively. It hadn’t taken her long to realize what it was in reality, though. And those types of looks? Well, Orchid didn’t mind at all.[break][break]

Trish tells her then that she’d be willing to do most of the work, saying Orchid has no need for dirtying her hands. Orchid can’t help but think she might take her up on it; she’s not quick to like most people, but Trish is winning her over with this. If she wasn’t, Orchid was sure she’d have verbally, and mentally, destroyed her a few times over by now.[break][break]

She’s bold, Orchid will admit. Especially with the ‘hot’ comment. Orchid smiles at it, a small one that tugs at the corner of her mouth. Well, bold or just impulsive — she seems almost embarrassed by the attention she’s been paying to Orchid. The pink-haired woman is unfazed, having received attention like this on the daily.[break][break]

“I’d appreciate that, Trish,” she laughs a little, checking her nails. It’s not a full laugh, but it is one that fits her well enough. “Just got them done,” she flashes her fresh nails at Trish, “I’ll help where I can.” She thinks about the knife in her pocket. It had been a last minute-grab, something she only barely remembered she had as she had searched her apartment for anything helpful to her. And now, she may not even have to use it, thank everything. One thing about Orchid — she’s not afraid to be high maintenance.[break][break]

She pauses at the Rocket comment. The compliment feels good, she’ll admit — no matter how famous she gets, how much distant praise she may get, it’s always nice to hear it in person. In private. “I’m sure there’s many hot people in Rocket, but there’s only one me,” she teases. She doesn’t know who this Kira is, but she hopes she’s attractive, if she’s being compared to her. [break][break]


“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Orchid says, when Trish begins saying she’ll shut up. Don’t get Orchid wrong, in many situations, she did want the person nearest to her to shut the hell up. But… in this case, it was alright. “May as well make this as pleasant as it can be, yes?” [break][break]

The arcade growing nearer, Orchid braces herself for what lays ahead. “Are you ready for this?” A pause, and “did they tell you anything about the people we’ll be… handling? Do you have any plans?”[break][break]