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insertmeathere2011-03-25 06:12 pm
staturity) wrote in insertmeathere2011-03-25 06:12 pm
FRIDAY MEME
PROMPT ME
Here's the deal.
1. Comment with your characters
2. Someone else replies with a prompt.
3. Write out a drabble/fic/whatever filling that prompt.
4. ??
5. PROFIT!
Here's the deal.
1. Comment with your characters
2. Someone else replies with a prompt.
3. Write out a drabble/fic/whatever filling that prompt.
4. ??
5. PROFIT!
This won't turn out well, but I'll make an attempt.
God, she hated being in this outfit. She always hated people in suits, even Mickey Mouse, and had to promise dad she wouldn't kick those people in the knees when they went out. Now it appeared that she was IN said outfit, and she was prancing around a food place, playing off a person advertising lame ass chicken fast food.
Karma was a bitch.
She had made sure that the undercover cops understood the importance of the mission: this was going to be a pretty bad shoot out if she didn't prevent what was going down. Why Stacy cared about two rival alien gangs having a go at each other she didn't know, but she was chosen for the mission, and it had a strangely earth feel to it. In any case, she briefed the cops thoroughly, letting them know the exact time the first gang will arrive per Stacy: approximately a minute before the agitator would take a shot at the rival gang memeber's leader, a mole who's actions would result in city shootouts that would go on for several days.
Which led to Hit Girl undercover, whispering information to the other officers via earpiece, when she saw the perpetrator starting to approach. He was fairly tall, well built and hand several tentacles for arms, but it was the small gun in his hand, fairly concealed with all the tentacles, that she cared about.
"Try our chicken today!" She squawked to the alien, who looked momentarily stunned before shoving her aside, ready to take aim.
A pity he didn't see the butterfly knife hidden in her feathers: he might still have that particular tentacle. The tussle would on for a minute before the undercover cops subdued the alien, who would be cuffed and more than a little embarrassed that a costumed chicken was shoved in his neither regions.
He walked funny to the squad car.
Re: This won't turn out well, but I'll make an attempt.
Seriously, the shanking was the best part.