10492/Subway Troubles

Subway Troubles
Date of Scene:	20 December 2019
Location:	Queens Subway Station
Synopsis:	Andi encounters trouble on the subway, then perhaps more as Typhoid Mary enters.
Cast of Characters:	Andi Benton, Typhoid Mary

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Andi Benton has posed:
It was late, and Andi had to close up at the Hot Topic this time around. It wasn't her favorite thing, but it was part of the job. By the time she got off, it was dark anyway. Still, taking the subway alone was sometimes a roll of the dice. That's why she kept some pepper spray on her person, tucked away inside a leather jacket over her work clothes. Keeping to herself, she counted down the stops to her station. Just a few, thankfully.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
Snake eyes on that roll.

At this time of the night there aren't many people riding the subway, the occasional workaholic that stayed late at work, those like Andi who need to close up shop and ..., those looking for trouble.

The two men are sitting not too far from Andi and have been looking her way for a while now. Bean hats, bit of a mean face, they are looking for trouble, or most likely even money. One of them smiles, showing a missing teeth in front and then they get up.

Andi Benton has posed:
Andi, while not yet old enough to drink legally, is experienced enough to sniff out trouble when she sees it headed her way. That seems to be the case here and now. Already, she's been aware of the eyes on her, which she subtly kept aware of with careful glances past them, as if looking at something else. So, as they rise, she firms up her grip of the pepper spray. She's got a punkish look to her, hair dyed purple, spiked choker, a few piercings in abnormal places. Maybe they're into that.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Hey, babe." One of them says, approaching with that swagger of a bully that has just spotted prey, moving to stand on the other side of Andi while the other flanks her, hands inside his pockets. The one that spoke leans in, smirking. "What are you doing out here all alone? Need us to take you somewhere?" the leering look does seem as if his intentions are different.

Again showing that missing tooth he says, "Girls like you shouldn't ride the subway alone.."

Typhoid has been having one bad night. She got mad because her bike sputtered and died, then she trashed it before realizing it was due to lack of gas. That upset her even more, and now she needs to go and ride the subway like a pleb because she doesn't have a ride.

All of that and more makes Typhoid to just be itching for a good, old-fashioned fight, her body temperature way up there. "Keep it in check, bitch. Don't let Bloody out." a murmur to herself. She has been waiting for the subway to arrive. Doors stop and she enters, right in the same carriage where Andi and her friends are. All fucking attitude and swagger.

Andi Benton has posed:
Andi Benton frowns at the pair. "As if I'd go anywhere with a couple of losers like you," she says, disobeying instincts that suggest she should play it safe and stall them, maybe make some small talk. "I had a shitty day at work and I'm not in the mood for boys who should be home jerking each other off because they can't get any like normal people." That's asking for it.
Just as those doors are sliding open, she makes for her feet and brandishes the mace from her pocket. "So don't fuck with me. I know how to use this. Don't think I won't do it." Eyes flicker toward the new passenger, impulsively.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Hey, what did you just call us..?" Broken-tooth says with a growl rising up on his throat, the square of his shoulders showing he is close to violence. The other man looks surprised but none-too-happy either, specially after being told he should be jerking off his buddy. That brings up a quick look over, "Shit that was just once..." clearly surprised that the girl would answer back and not hunker down like the prey they normally go after.

Typhoid glances over at the scene, the leather jacket open and showing that tattoo openly as she turns to regard each participant, "You talk too much. You could had already taken out one with a good knee to the crotch. But now the opportunity is gone." her eyes on the punkish Andi. Hands rest on her hips, fingers taptapping on the bare skin present there.

Andi Benton has posed:
"I called you losers. Do you need me to spell it for you, too?" Andi follows up, further potentially sticking her foot in her mouth. She actually snorts as the other one admits to it. "Knew it." But it doesn't mean she's out of the woods yet.

In fact, Typhoid Mary's arrival and words give her pause. Or maybe it's the way she's dressed. "Holy shit, what are you wearing?" she blurts, a look of real surprise showing as she stares mainly at the open jacket and what's visible beneath. The opportunity is definitely gone now. Maybe the others will look, too. Could give a fresh chance, but the doors now shut.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
It indeed gives the two thugs some pause, specially when Typhoid opens the jacket a bit more, showing the tape that at least keeps her from fully indecent exposure, "Nothing you should wear to church." a wink then, the woman lifting her chin up a bit and lets out a sigh, "But I am glad you are all here. I have been itching for some fucking action all night." the sway of her hips is suggestive..., but then again the way she shifts and rolls her head, the dangerous way her expression becomes, the smile that shows teeth..., this is not a nice person.

The two thugs frown, Broken-tooth then glaring down at Andi, "Noone talks to me like that, we are gonna cut you both up.." he produces a knife from a pocket, the other man doing the same. They look very aggressive!

Andi Benton has posed:
It's safe to say Andi was not expecting to see someone on the way to or from a BDSM club, for that is the vibe Typhoid Mary is giving off...and then she talks of action.

There is probably a reason Andi hasn't acted yet. Perhaps she isn't very skilled when it comes to any physicality. She was also outnumbered, at least until Mary showed up. But is Mary going to end up on her side? "I don't really do the church thing," she points out.

However, when the knives come out, the survival instinct hits harder. Broken-Tooth suddenly gets pepper sprayed in the face! "I told you to leave me alone, dick!" She's already starting to bring it toward the other one. Mary is still an unknown, but the partial face paint isn't reassuring.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"That's cos you don't hang out with me. I'd make you run to the confessionary in no time." Typhoid retorts with a snicker cropping out of her lips. It doesn't seem as if she is too inclined to intervene, or at least not yet, not one of those 'save the damsel in distress' types, or maybe simply seeing how Andi handles herself. But then one of them makes the mistake of coming for her. A tsk. A step forward. Punch to the sternum that makes the man gasp for air. "You don't need that knife.." she disarms him easily, then the knee to the groin that makes the man collapse. It's all done in a quick, efficient manner.

Broken-tooth lets out a scream when he gets maced! "You bitch!" he waves the knife around a bit, blindly with various chance of hitting but there's still that danger, his other hand grasping for his face.

Andi Benton has posed:
Andi Benton's eyes dart between the thugs and Mary, her pale skin showing a hint of color at the talk or taunt of hanging with her. There's no answer there, merely a widening of the eyes. She's also a little busy dealing with the would-be assailant. As he struggles with the mace, and Mary acts, she steps back a few paces. What to do?

Typhoid Mary has posed:
Typhoid bends over, slowly of course, and all sinful curves, gloved hand picking up that knife her assailant dropped and she turns it on her fingers. Her eyes are wider now, more alive, a palpable heat coming out of her. It seems almost as if she is sick, or running a fever. Or maybe even running on adrenaline.

The man continues flailing the knife but now that Andi has stepped back there isn't much of a danger of hitting anyone, "Fuckin' hell. bitches!" yes, he doesn't have a much varied vocabulary where it comes to cursing. Sticking to the basics.

Typhoid approaches, moving past Andi and then delivering a kick to the man's belly. It makes him bend over and she places her knife on a shoulder, making the man cry out in pain. She looks merciless, "You guys aren't even fuckin' worth my time." she whispers down to the man, she now with her back to Andi.

Andi Benton has posed:
Neither of the two really knows how to handle this. They must be used to having their way with meek little victims, not situations like this. Both swear and cry out, the maced one swinging wildly again only to make contact with one of the metal poles, a howl of pain following as he clutches his hand.

Andi seems frozen, rooted to the spot she's in, the hand holding the pepper spray shaking before she looks pointedly as if to make it stop. She's watching Mary as much as anyone else, the woman appearing to know exactly what she's doing down to the faintest motion. "Damn.." she all but whispers. On one hand they deserve it. On the other, could this go too far? "I'm..getting off at the next stop and calling the cops," she says.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
With Typhoid things always go too far, that's just how she is, and screw everyone else. But she isn't in a rampant murderous spree, that'd be Bloody. So instead she brings one leg up, wrapping it around the man's head while he is bending down and squeezing so he stops struggling. "The only bitch here is you, baby." and then a punch to the man's temple, letting him crumple down to the ground. Unconscious.

Up to her full height now, eyes then rest on Andi. The wideness seems to have diminished, and so has that heat. "They won't die. I hit nowhere important with that knife." not that it seems as if she'd care one way or the other. She turns and sits on the bench, the one Andi was in before, her booted feet resting atop Broken-Tooth.

"Or do you want me to kill them?" A wicked little grin coming to her expression, perhaps gauging Andi's reaction to that.

Andi Benton has posed:
Andi Benton says, "Uh..no. No, I don't want anyone dead," Andi replies, fingering her choker, tongue probing at one of her lip piercings. The skill with which Mary dealt with the guy has her looking on in awe, or it could just be her gawking at the woman's choice of attire.

Andi does ask, "You're not, you know, cold in that? it looks a little...minimal." So she /has/ noticed. The train begins to slow, the stations not far apart.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Pffftt, and you say you don't go to church..." Typhoid replies with some amusement playing at her tongue, head slightly bent backwards, arms spread across the bench which incidentally make her chest arch a bit, "Well, you get your wish this time. But I can't promise for future meetings."

The mention about her clothing choices make her grin, again showing teeth in an almost wolfish manner, "Do I look cold to you? Now put that mace away before you hurt yourself. Is the next stop your stop?"

Her gaze strays up to the ceiling of the subway train, exhaling out a sigh. "I need a fucking drink."

Andi Benton has posed:
"I haven't met anyone looking like they're going to some sort of fetish..place," Andi remarks, continuing to eye the downed people as if they might get back up and do more rather than being out cold or used for furniture or whatever else Mary has in mind. She, for a moment, finds her eyes passing over Mary's upper body, thanks to the display. "I live around the corner from this stop, yeah," she adds, clearly not thinking about Mary learning that. The spray goes back in her pocket.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Does it hurt your sensibilities?" Typhoid asks, head canting to the side in a questioning manner, red locks brushing back and forth against a cheek, "Because you totally look the type to enjoy it." again that wolfish smirk. The man she was using as furniture stirs a bit, that bringing Typhoid to give him a small kick, "Stay. Good boy." this said to the downed man.

"And around the corner, is it? I will keep it in mind." A grin then, "Though you did lose an opportunity to offer me a drink.." she waves her farewell.

Andi Benton has posed:
"Pffft, I can handle it. I was just surprised, that's all," Andi says, putting up a bit of a brave front. There's something about this woman that has her unsure what to make of her. Violent, bold, sure of herself and comfortable too. "I do?" she asks when told of enjoying something. Best she just be going, though, lest more come of this. "Ah..next time. If there is one," she says with a quick clearing of her throat. She hurries out when the doors part, forgetting about that call. It probably won't be the last time they cross paths.