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[attr="class","giada i"]an idle hum escapes her as fingers brush against the horse's neck, as if she's trying to soothe it further into slumber. realistically, it's already fast asleep and she's just petting it to pet it.

in the background, her skitty manages to stumble upon a larvesta after wandering too far. the pink cat bats it around a little bit, happily mewling when it plays back. yay, friend! except, maybe she played a little too rough because it's trying to slink away and that's not good. come back, friend. pls. a softer melody escapes the skitty, another form of sing. and only when the larvesta is sleeping does she scoop part of it up in her mouth to drag back to momma cat.

the skitty stumbles back in as abner slides up to giada's back. a soft gasp escapes, the brush of hips catching her off guard. she doesn't bother to move, however, and merely glances his way when he starts talking.

"it might not survive modification, though," she murmurs. and while a nightmare is alluring to think about, does she really wanna send this pretty horse off to the slaughter? not yet, anyway. she ushers it into a pokeball and turns on her heel to face him, just barely catching the waggling eyebrows. he earns an eye roll in response, although her lips quirk up into an amused smile anyway. and then, her skitty is demanding attention so naturally, she's drawn to the cat. "whatcha got there, melly?" she murmurs, hands already moving to pry the larvesta out of the cat's mouth. eventually, it turns into a mild form of tug-of-war but giada comes out on top as she always does.

Abner Armstrong
capturing larvesta!

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[attr="class","giada i"]her mind is reeling by the time emma's hands clasp around her biceps. gotta figure a way out, gotta escape. fight or flight with flight in full force. naturally she'll throw down if she has to but her body aches from tumbling over a trash can and she's left a little worse for wear. the adrenaline is slowly running down the longer she's pressed to the roof, the longer she's given to actually allow her mind and body to catch up. and by the time the adrenaline runs out, she's becoming aware that her body is cut up and she's ready for one hell of a nap.

"what're you doing here?" she whispers, eyes darting to find emma. the men below are too distracted with trying to find her that they talk over her voice, chattering among themselves with possible solutions on their tongues. good luck, boys. this cat is gone.

and when they finally pass, shuffling off to the next spot to check, she's slowly lifting herself up to regard her savior with a roll of her eyes. "why do you always assume i fucked up?" she did, that much is obvious but damn, don't call her out like that. a sigh escapes and she's letting her gaze drop to the status of her catsuit. there's tears in the vinyl, stained slightly darker with her own red. damn it. no heists until it's repaired, huh?

"i hit a house i shouldn't have," she supplies after a brief silence. and while she doesn't want to believe it was a royal fuck up, it definitely was. her intel was wrong and with that, so was her instinct. realistically, she's lucky they didn't shoot her but it's fine, lesson half learned?

Emma Wolfe
get out of my sight prompt

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[attr="class","giada i"]"blockhead, blockhead," she tsks when the next eiscue comes into her sights. it's slowly growing on her, even if that ice head is massive and tickles her curiosity. the penguin lets out a little questioning chirp, head tilting. she follows the movement with her own head, mimicking it with a laugh.

"maybe next time," she waves it off with the concept of coming back.

a pity she won't, though. poor thing.

safari.
passing!

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[attr="class","giada i"]somehow, she manages to pass by another gastly without paying it any attention. maybe too absorbed in whatever chatter she's now firing out at her own gastly or simply just oblivious. whatever it is, they're drifting into the next part.

her skitty still leads the way with the excited wag of a tail and a shrill mewl.

safari.
passing!

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[attr="class","giada i"]at some point while sprinting the streets, it dawns on her that she should probably watch where she's going. and yet, it comes a moment too late.

her foot sticks on something and the blonde is sent tumbling. face meets pavement with a soft smack and she's groaning before her body can even stop rolling from the force. damn, is it hard to breathe. all wind is effectively knocked from her lungs the moment she collides with the ground and she's sprawled out on the ground, chest heaving.

her skitty catches up with a soft, questioning mewl and a wet nose pressing to an already bleeding cheek. "yeah, yeah," she murmurs. it's hoarse, struggling to fully come out. "i'm fine." now what the fuck did she get stuck on? gum or something? gross. she goes to rise and instead of standing at her full height, she's bent and awkward because that foot won't leave whatever it is.

a quick glance down to her foot reveals that one, she's stuck in something green and gooey and two, it's moving. the shriek that escapes is loud, startling, and the goo manages to yank her foot in a direction that earns another yell. "hey! fuck, stop moving please!" the thing in question stills and stares at her. realization hits a moment later and she's heaving out a sigh. it's an alolan grimer, probably trying to get home or whatever it's doing. poor thing... she had just stepped on it, after all.

one of her hands rises to rub at her cheek, leaving dirty and red. ugh, now she needs a shower and probably a nap. "look, i'm sorry i didn't see you," she offers and it's little consolation to the grimer that looks like it's about to cry. if those things even cry. they probably do and probably because she stepped on them. oops... "if i take you home, will that make up for it?" the bubbling gurgle she receives in response is enough for her to finally peel her foot away from the grimer's body and back toward her own.

and that is how she slinks home with a happy little grimer trailing behind her, mumbling something about how her face hurts.

solo wild.
capturing alolan grimer!

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[attr="class","giada i"]really, she's only out here for the money. for gachas and pretty jewelry. oh, and maybe more money to waste on drinks. anyway, the moon is already high in the sky and she's getting frustrated.

and frustration on a dangerous job is never a good sign. the first mistake is allowing it to fester until she's bringing attention to herself with an irritated growl. by then, it's too late to prevent damage, too late to avoid the way danger has its eye on her.

"see anything?" she murmurs to the bisharp at her side. she receives a grunt in response, paired with the shaking of a head. it only sours her mood. cat chases are fun and all but what the fuck is she even looking for? the person has to be dead by now. the scene she'd stumbled upon hours ago had been the first indicator that she's no longer searching for a missing person but a body.

a chill creeps in around her and she's suddenly thankful for skintight catsuits. they're surprisingly good at keeping body heat in. you know, along with the rest of the goods and all. too many zippers, though. it's a hell of a time getting in and out of the damn thing. a hand rises to adjust her cat mask but it falls a moment later as a sound practically echoes against the trees. fuck, what is that? the snapping of a branch beneath a foot, it seems. and then, rustling and she's bristling, hand already creeping for the whip at her side.

"who's there?" second mistake, perhaps. it's either a friend, a foe, or death. except... violence waits further ahead for her and whoever's about to stumble upon the hissing cat.

open A DEADLY JOB mission!
let's get hurt ya'll

taking as an open ♥

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[attr="class","giada i"]the laugh is instinctual, as if the sound of a whistle coming from a man is amusing enough. from marcel, though? amusing doesn't fully cover it. she'll lean a little toward him with a wink. "better buckle up, then, buttercup." giada morgan doesn't know the meaning of the words slow down. not about anything and sure as hell not about drinking. "party's just getting started."

and as if to further cement the concept, the eruption of loud cheers and whooping resonates behind her. it brings a grin to her face and there's no hesitation when she turns to look.

"oh?" she raises a brow at him when she finally decides she's had enough of observing the group of rowdy men. "this is better than whatever it is you do in your spare time, then?" she was under the impression getting marcel to have fun was akin to pulling teeth but maybe not? the grin stays, although it shifts into devious by the time the bartender comes back around. she's quick to wave marcel's offer off with a hand and a laugh. "i got the next round," she'll eye his drink for a moment before facing the bartender and giving the signal for another. "if you ever finish that one, anyway." something tells her that she'll be extremely drunk by the time he's even a little buzzed.

marcel maeda

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[attr="class","giada i"]the mess express is chugging along in full gear. she doesn't exactly understand why Abner Armstrong 's eyeing her but she'll blow a kiss his way anyway. and maybe that's why she doesn't see the words mouthed by marcel maeda . too distracted or drunk or simply herself to pay much attention. actually, not distracted enough to snag a new drink from an innocent party goer. they shout after her but the blonde is already happily sipping the SWABLU DRINK idk the name srry and bouncing, more like stumbling, away.

and eventually, giada manages to shove her way into limbo. nice! how low can you go? well, apparently very. yikes. anyway, she's letting out a happy laugh as the line moves forward. and soon, it's her turn.

realistically, she probably makes it about halfway through before she's falling into the sand with a spilled drink and another laugh. man, limbo. she'll feel that tomorrow. sand isn't as cushioning as it looks. she doesn't manage to get a look at whoever helps her up but a grateful grin is flashed toward them anyway.

her phone buzzes idly in her pocket and between steadying herself at the corner of another bar and swiping sand off her bikini and shorts clad body, she'll check it. and maybe she'll even send back a text but it's mostly just gibberish and emojis. sorry marcel!

p7tECD2C
taking the lower!
party ppl

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]she's about to giggle at the sight of him, literal cat dad, bending down to give the skitty attention. and yet, the only sound that filters in her ears is hooves. they sound close and fast. there's no time to fully react before abner's pulling her toward him. well, there's enough time to let out a gasp but definitely not to steady herself enough to not stumble into him.

"well," she murmurs, righting herself and flashing him a grin. nearly run over by a flaming horse and still grinning? yikes. "duh. i attracted you didn't i?" a wink follows before she's turning away from him. her skitty is already darting after the rapidash, as if it's a game of tag and the skitty is it. of course, it's not a game and simply a matter of trying to remove a pest. abner seems to help in that department, leaving enough room for giada to approach the now slightly calmer horse.

"you okay?" she whispers, a hand reaching out. the rapidash snorts at her but doesn't shy away. instead, it'll brush its snout against her hand and elicit a giggle from the blonde. "good. almost got me there, you know." the rapidash doesn't even look remotely sorry, which might be what prompts giada's next murmur.

"sing." sleep, fire horse. you're comin' home with mama.

Abner Armstrong
capturing rapidash!

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[attr="class","giada i"]due half to fuzzy drink brain and mostly to mara's ability to cover up her embarrassment, she doesn't pick up on the blush. it escapes her about as quickly as the next giggle does. her head tilts to one side and her best smile is placed with wobbly fingers onto her lips. "thank you!" she takes a moment to think, as if recalling something. and the next thing she says solidifies that she was, in fact, searching for something in her mind. a fact, it turns out. "i think it means jade or something. i'm not complaining, i love jade." anything sparkly and worth a fortune, really.

about halfway through invading mara's personal space, giada realizes something. her new friend is adorable and she'd very much love to simply keep her in her pocket forever. a total cutie and maybe she almost voices it but the vibrating bass of the next song makes it difficult to get a word out about anything. in fact, all of her thoughts drift out with the influx of music. a heel begins tapping on the floor.

and apparently, her puppy dog eyes did the trick because not only has she managed to make a friend but she's now given the absolute honor of dragging her onto the dance floor? oh hell yeah! the squeal that escapes is definitely drunk and tinged with whiskey but genuinely excited nonetheless. giada doesn't even bother to order herself another drink. instead, she'll trot a few steps before spinning on her heels to offer a hand to mara with a dramatic flourish. "shall we, darling?" it's difficult to keep a charming face on when she's a mess of giggles but she tries her hardest. she's finding it harder to stand still now. the music is in full swing and while she doesn't fully recognize the song, she can't deny the way her hips are already swaying to the beat.

"i'll make a dancer out of you," she promises with a devious grin and a wink. "just you wait!"

@mara
dancing the night away prompt!

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[attr="class","giada i"]the second drink comes and goes in the same manner as the first. slid across the counter, knocked down, and slid right back. she'll even pair a wink with it this time around, if only to see the bartender's mildly embarrassed face turn away from her. the grin that spreads is unrepentant and before she knows it, another drink is about to come her way.

her eyes lazily drift back to @dae , attention fuzzy and downright shoddy at best. he's still nursing that first drink. a shame. she thought he'd be competition but apparently he can't hang and she's slowly losing that high of drinking someone under the table. the locals have learned their lesson, it seems, as they raise a glass to the blonde and slide along. bitches. oh, wait. he was talking. right... forgot about that bit, yeah? "cute," she laughs softly at first and by the time he mimics her, the laughter grows until it's a hyena sort of cackle and she's unsteady in her chair. it wobbles but never topples. not yet, anyway. "i like you, kid! even if you can't finish a drink." her third is a quarter down by the time she sets it back onto the counter. pacing herself or whatever.

the skitty around her neck stirs right to attention at the petting, a lazy mewl escaping. the look on giada's face is nothing but prideful. "best damn cat in the region, thank you very much." there's no room for argument, as if she's already polled the masses and came up with the result that yes, both of her skitties are precious babies and nothing can compare. caramella offers another mewl in agreement, although it's cut a little short by the sudden movement of her trainer.

giada pushes up and off of the stool in one quick movement, just barely managing to keep herself upright in the process. a giggle escapes and she's playing it off as she meant to do that. she didn't and she's a mess but it's fine. that doesn't matter. what does is that she's about to wander off to get into trouble and before she finishes her drink, she's fixing him with a grin. "the rest of that better be gone by the time i get back!"

and then she's off, prancing right back by the group formed around Abner Armstrong and marcel maeda , a giddy wave offered to all as she passes. where she's going? i have no idea.

party ppl

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[attr="class","giada i"]"work? what's that?" she could almost pass for innocent if the gleam in her eyes didn't give her away. and even if he's working, he still settles beside her anyway. maybe to get off his feet or maybe to just avoid privy ears. either way, she's happy to scoot over. laughter escapes as the curse slips from his lips.

"you can sit on the towel, you know," she doesn't spare him a glance, however. her eyes are focused on the waves that wash ashore. and almost like an afterthought, she adds, "i don't bite. much, anyway." most would probably disagree but oh well. giada's attention returns just as his hand drifts toward the iced coffee. there's no hesitation in the way she pushes it a little closer to him. almost like a cat pushing an object closer to the edge of a table.

simple job. a hum escapes at the thought. the easy ones tend to be her favorite. get in, get out, get home in time for one of her favorite shows. and yet, they never turn out to be as simple as she hopes. gia doesn't bother to consider if he wants distance between them. she shifts closer, leaning toward the screen with a scrunched nose. "looks easy enough," she muses softly. and while she's flattered he's considering her and her talents, she has to wonder if he has other options. there's a lot of thieves out there, after all. he could probably have his pick of the litter. "i do but do you?" or will he offer her a partner anyway? to keep her focused or whatever. it'd make sense, given how quick he was to keep her focused last time.

marcel maeda