the flurry
she/her/hers
30
september 19
ringtown
pansexual
hitman
elite
itโs all winter here, even in august
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mclaren mcflurry
prize corner [m]
POSTED ON Aug 18, 2020 16:06:13 GMT
Normal ain't normal, ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ is a luxury If you wanna understand, you stand ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ โง mcflurry taps her chin.
"i'm... no, not really. but if we knock the magikarp out, mcmaybe..."
mcflurry trails off, easily deferring to elijah for his plan, automatically considering it better after months and months of her own plans being put down.
compared to elijah, she feels much more comfortable in the casino. mainly because, if anything, mcflurry was a creature of pleasure, outside her missions. an entertainer and a socialite, as well. this felt right at home.
...well, she wasn't rich, but. the drinking, the lights, the careless people and their silky skin peeking through their clothes -- that's familiar.
mcflurry takes his arm and they saunter along closer to the prize vault, with mcflurry giving smiles to employees and a flirtatious grin to old men who look like they have money.
in her element.
soon enough, they're at the door, and the shadows of the guards pass into a back room. it's completely unguarded.
"er... mcpretend you're, uh. talking to me about my pokemon."
when he does, she releases her ALOLAN GOLEM. the red recording lights of the security camera shut down as the hardware gets fucked up by its MAGNET PULL. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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