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June	Another cloudy Tuesday morning. June has one earbud in, the other left free so she can hear what is happening around her. She glares up at the potential rain. "This city blows," she mutters as she starts to ascend the steps to the skytrain. She doesn't trust the elevators. Her bleach and red striped hair stands out in the crowd, the latest shift in her appearance. While she wears tight clothes, though, she's unlikely to have too many guys ogle her given her wiry build, and a pierced scowl on her face that might well intimidate many.     She makes her way to the platform, then works her way to the back, unlike most people. She goes to the AED, finding the small microcamera that has been planted there for the Foot, and turns it up and away so that it views the arch supports instead of the people who are on the platform. Just for good measure, she flips a bird at the camera, which to most onlookers, it looks like she's flipping off the AED machine, slightly bizarre behavior, but nothing worth commenting on in the big city.
Fiona Glenanne	"You got to be shitting me" Fiona Glennan, resident bomb artist, gun bunny, and leggy Irish woman, is seemingly emptying her pockets into a trash can and stepping back dusting off her hands.....and pretending to dig through her pockets, dressed in a jacket, blouse, jeans and ankle boots, and her watch. She's got a backpack on, too....which she was emptying it out, or pretending to anyhow as she reaches up and unties her hair. Stepping away from the trashcan, Fiona looks to June. The trash can's just about in the back as Fiona knows where to stand to be safe, she's shaped the charges to direct the bomb. She'd get paid for this. The last will, by design, avoid going out into the station, it'll take issue with the wall, the AED and microcamera, and....Fiona settles into a walk, watching June out the corner of her eye. Oh the bomb won't go off... Fi's set it up so she can detonate it at will. All she needs is not to be between the trashcan.....and the wall. She's earning a paycheck, after all.....
June	June returns the glance, almost as if she could feel when someone was watching her with a sort of paranoid sixth sense. It's one of those challenging stares that says 'you look away first'. For your average resident, her nose and lip ring, small gauges in the ear with a myriad of other ear piercings, dark eye shadow exudes a rough personality that intimidates. It troubles her when it doesn't intimidate, though, because she knows that if people aren't intimidated, they are more likely to be willing to fight back when push comes to shove. Call it her own focused radar for threats.     She doesn't empty anything into the trashcan herself, but instead starts making her way to the skytrain boarding platform, taking only a momentary glance to check the time on the large overhead clock.
Fiona Glenanne	Fi joins June in heading for the platofrm too. Once she's out of range she has her hand in her pocket. The trashcan detonates sending the blast and debris toward the wall, though more so the AED and camera. Looking like she is as shocked as you'd expeect, Fiona looks back and fakes being scared. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Something just blew up!" she screams. Good way to get a crowd scared, Fi thinks as she's rooted to the spot in faux-fear. Fi's practised this reaction...and she's hoping it catches on, really. She's definitely had experience really to blow things up and run away.
June	June spins at the explosion, "Fuckin' hell!?" she exclaims, looking at the aftermath of the burning pieces of trash can and wall, the smoke scouring up the wall. Her stance is a ready one, as if prepared to fight something. "Who the fuck blows up a trashcan!?" She glances at the crowd, who indeed seem rather struck, several immediately running for their lives. "Dammit, they'll probably stop the train." This is clearly the bigger concern to her. She looks back at Fiona, having seen her empty things into the trashcan. Her mind tries to recall the recent image, exactly what it is she saw the woman throw into it.
Fiona Glenanne	Fiona looks worried, "I don't know. I was putting trash in there" White lie, Fiona is.....sort of nudging the truth as she looks over at the remains of the can. "See" Fi says. "I've no idea" she adds with a worried look, Fi shakes her head. "Whoever blew it up as a fucking idiot" Fi seethes, playing off being scared too as she looks to June. "I just put trash in it, that's all. I needed to empty it out before getting on the train to go home" she says looking worried. "See, I'm just as worried" she says looking over and shaking her head, eyes wide.
June	June's suspicions raise. "Didn't say anything different," she comments dryly, a single arched brow examining the stranger. She didn't run like most of the other people on the platform, though. And most people wouldn't remain hanging around after an explosion like that.     Decisive? Yes, June is decisive. She's also assumptive. "Bitch, you try to blow me up?" She's decided that Fi must be to blame based on her small strands of questionable circumstantial evidence. She walks toward her, steps heavy, possibly going to attack, or possibly going to just get in her face. Hard to tell, but it's easy to tell she's rather pissed off.
Fiona Glenanne	Fi stays put and is ready to fight, too. She has a scowl on her face and looks just as pissed off. "The hell? I didn't try to blow you up. You wer" she pauses to point. "Here! That can that blew up was over there" she points and keeps her wits about her. "So" she says and clenches her fists, "You think I tried to blow you up?" she asks. "Why the hell would I do that? I'm not some psycho bitch" she snaps, readying herself on the balls of her feet.
June	"Yeah?" June challenges. She doesn't take a swing, but she decidedly steps within Fiona's personal space. "You started defending yourself as if you expected to be accused. Why'd you think people would assume it was you?" She arches her brow. Even though she isn't that tall, she's taller than Fiona, and seems to want to accent the fact by her stance. "Didn't go runnin' like a pussy when it happened either, but you act all scared. Why's that? Had enough of you goons. You tell Karai to fuck off, and give me one reason I shouldn't throw you on that third rail right now."
Fiona Glenanne	Fiona laughs, "Listen you fucking crazy bitch. I grew up in Ireland and amused to bombs going off. It's a lot worse if ya run away" she says, her New York accent dropping to her Irish accent. "You think I'm a fuckin' goon?" she challenges, "I'm not a fuckin' goon you dumb bitch. I had fuck all to do with that damn trash can. I just put my bits of paper in it and it blew up. I was scared so I stayed and looked. Is that a crime here huh?" she adds.....and goes full rant mode. "I don't gve a shit what you think, you god damn dumbass motherfucking piece of shit. you come at me thinking you're gonna pin this on me. Maybe it's you covering your arse huh? You're the one who bombed the station and you're so much of a pussy that you're scard and want to pin the blame on some touristy girl. Ever considered that?" Fi asks and seethes. She's ready to keep verbally sparring, too. Fi looks pissed off...very, very much so. "Now why the hell would ya pin this on me? Casuse I happened to be nearby and didn't run off? Ever heard of frozen in fear you stupid little...." she says saying the one word she's saving, the C word. yes, she just called June /that/ word. She's angry.....and switches to cussing her out in Gaelic, too. With several amusingly colorful but pointed words thrown in too.
June	June is not afraid of conflict apparently, and as Fiona throws into Gaellic, June throws a knee up toward her diaphram in an attempt to shut her up. "Lotta talk," she comments, hoping to use the sucker blow to knock the wind out of her and put her on the ground without a fair fight.     Regardless, the sounds of sirens start to echo through Gotham's streets as the police are incoming to the scene. Something that June definitely doesn't want to see given the current state of the underworld dynamic.
Fiona Glenanne	Fi just leaps backwards as she looks amused. "You want to run away now, if you run off ahead of me I'll just remember what you look like. This can all go away with fifty bucks" she says and is amused by her own scheme. "Now you want me to point you out to the Foot? I mean that's their tatoo you got there so what's the deal with that?" she asks and gestures to it, keeping out of knee or kicking range. Instead she's got an odd way out in mind. Which is...climb up and run away. Or at least, when the time comes.limb
June	June eyes Fiona. "Fifty bucks? Fuck you," she answers. When the Foot tattoo is brought up, she freezes for a second, and eyes shift slightly, glancing down the track. "Yeah? You know about the Foot? They control this city," she comments. "Some tourist you turned out to be." Eyes shift a different direction, checking another exit. "So you wanna wait for their cops to get here?"
Fiona Glenanne	"You'll fuck me for fifty?" Fi asks. "Sorry honey, I don't swing that way" she nods and takes a run at the wall, making ery way carefully up it and sitting atop it for a moment. "Yeah I'm a tourist. Not a damn terrorist. I know the words are similar but do keep up" she snarks, waves and puts a foot over the wall and slides her way down the other side. From it she shouts "Oh, and don't go around telling people you'll fuck them for money. That has some really bad impressions"
June	June smirks. "If I didn't hate you, I'd start to like you," she comments. She hears the sirens getting closer, and it makes her a little more curious. If Fiona was with the Foot, or hired by them, she wouldn't be concerned about the cops' arrival. She leaps over the wall, but instead of sliding the full distance, she plants her feet at ten feet from the ground, causing the speed to spin her into a classic video game flip, spinning in a tightly tucked ball until she unfolds, landing in a crouched position on the other side of Fiona, one leg out to the side for balance from the heavy impact. "Well, it's better than doing it for free," she retorts.
Fiona Glenanne	"Still time for that" Fi calls and looks amused. "You don't hate me, we just had a rough start to this. Look, how about this? Hi. I'm Fiona" she says, sounding totally and utterly serious....all while running away. Fi's got a distrust for the law. That goes all the way back to her days in Ireland, IRA member really....as she glances to June.
June	June is somewhat chasing, somewhat avoiding the police herself. In this case, both seem to work as the same activity. "Uh," She curls a lip. "June. You know you fuckin' blew up that trash can," she adds. "You didn't even do much damage to anything, you like pyro or somethin'?"
Fiona Glenanne	Fi shakes her head, "Oh I know June. Look, I've been making bombs for decades. So" she shrugs, "I knew exactly what I was doing back there. I was paid $1500 to blow up a trashcan" she shrugs. "I don't ask questions, and money is money" Fiona adds and laughs looking cheerful.
June	"Yeah, well," June vaults up along a wall, kicking off to leap forward and put herself in a position ahead of Fiona. "See, that's where I gotta ask more questions," she says. "Personally, I don't give a fuck about the stupid trashcan, except you almost blew my ass off." She points. "There's that. But kinda my job now to figure out who's the asshole that hires you. None'a my business, I know, but call me nosey. Unless they paid you extra to keep your mouth shut."
Fiona Glenanne	Fiona looks amused. "Who hired me?" she asks, holding out a photo. "That guy. So, you now got your curiosity sorted" she nods. "Ah quit whining. I nearly blew your ass off, but it's stil intact. You're alive" she ssays as Fiona looks worried.
June	June looks a little surprised. That was surprisingly easy. She reaches out to take the photo. "This guy got a name?" she asks, "Cuz I hate kicking asses and not being sure why." She pauses, and looks up at an indistinct location. "Okay, that's a lie. It's great stress relief." She gives a mock frown and tilts her head to one side.
Fiona Glenanne	"It's on the back of the photo" Fi advises and shrugs. "The best bit is I didn't get any money once the can went bang. So I got stiffed for the job and now the cops are after me. Yeah, we're both pissed for different reasons, but ya know, enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that" Fi adds and clenches her fists. "How bout we go pay Mr. Dickhead a visit?" she offers, looking amused.
June	June flips the photo. "Fuck, a crook and an asshole, my favorite." She looks at the name, flips back at the photo, then her eyes shift up to examine Fiona, as if trying to determine whether to take this at face value. "Wait, how do you know he didn't pay you?" she asks. She hadn't seen any phone checking going on, and it's only been a few minutes.
Fiona Glenanne	"I'd get an alert on my phone if it got transferred" Fiona says. "Plus I've enough contacts to know if he does anything royally stupid" she shrugs and looks to June with a shrug. "Least I can do is knock on the door and ask, right?" Fi shrugs and looks amused, then worried. Then more amused. "If not we just go in and get the money. Or, correction. I'll get my money and you don't hate me?" she asks, sounding highly angry at not getting paid for attracing Gotham's local cops.
June	"Okay," June says, "But you do your shit, then I do mine. But you pull shit on me, I will end your ass," she warns, and hands the picture back. "So where you meet this dick?" she asks, folding her arms.
Fiona Glenanne	"Fifth flor, fancy house. Alright, you wanna go in first or want me to?" Fi asks looking worried to June, nad looks agitated stil....and is itching to put a bullet in him, or blow up that crook's house. Because....angry Fiona's not a good Fiona....still. She shakes her head and groans. "Yeah, I may need holding back on this one"
June	"Shit, I ain't your therapist," June answers, "You wanna beat the him to death, you be my guest. Lead the way." She folds her arms across her chest, and motions for the other to lead the way. Her expression seems to betray that she really doesn't mind. One less problem for her to deal with in Gotham.
Fiona Glenanne	Fi does, indeed, lead the way...and takes the stairs two at a time, hammering on the door on the fifth floor. She's agitated and steps back waiting on it to open. "Alright alright" she seeths breathing hard. "You want to help me out here?" Fi asks and shakes her head, "Oh he won't live" Fiona grouses and folds her arms under her breasts looking like she wants to kick the door in. It opens whel she's thinking on it.
June	June cocks an eyebrow at the decidedly emotional state of Fiona, pulling a stick of gum from one side of her pocket, unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth. The wrapper is carelessly discarded to the floor. As Fiona hammers on the door, a smoke pellet slips from her pocket into her hand. Just in case. She chews, looking disinterested as the door is opened.
Fiona Glenanne	Fi is....less than happy to find out the apartment is empty. A split second before she yells to run. She's figured it out...and gets to running away from the apartment. Somebody figured she'd walk right in. Fi's smarter than that really....as she's in a full on sprint down the hallway.
June	It takes June a little longer to register the realization than Fiona, tilting her head with a confused expression as she sprints away. Then it hits her. "Oh fuck no," she growls, and bursts down the hallway after her. "This is gonna suck."
Fiona Glenanne	There's a wall of flame that shoots out of the open doorway as Fiona slides to a halt. "Okay. Good. We're alive. So that turned out to be a trap. Okay, now I've nearly got you blown up twice. I'm sorry, okay....I'm sorry" Fi grimaces. "Maybe we just need to...I don't know, go home and have a drink or something?" she asks uncertainly. "That was a tripwire, no matter how careful that door was opened, it'd go and blow up and spit flame at us. It's why I told you to run, I knew when it opened on its own" Fi points out.
June	"I know what a tripwire is," June growls as she comes to a stop. "So let me get this story straight," she says, holding her hands up as if framing something between them. "A guy hires you, says he's gonna pay you $1,500 to blow up a trashcan, then blows you off, and wires the only known contact place to blow." She gives a deadpan stare. "So. Pretty straight question here. Who the fuck did you piss off so bad they want to kill you?"
Fiona Glenanne	Fi shrugs. "Pretty much how you put it" Fiona says and looks to June then past her for a moment. "Who'd I piss off? Most of Ireland and if you know your history, you know how good they are at making bombs. I've got my enemies, June. It's not a short list really" she says and and actually cracks a smile. "So we walked into a trap. Let's see.....I think wit enough time and planning we can turn that around on that guy, ya know, lure him in, make him pay for nearly killing both of us? I mean, I sort of feel responsible for you nearly dying" she admits and holds up her hands. Fi's looking like she's got an idea. She just.....sort of.....needs a bit of help with it really. Or....getting even with a criminal. If in doubt, explore every possibility and then some. Even if it's as simple as making sure you stay the good girl at the end of it all....
June	"Damn straight you're responsible." June agrees. "Probably shoulda left me the fuck out of your death wish. And what's this 'we' shit? I don't know you," she says. "You nearly blow me up with a trash can, then you nearly get me blown up by some rando. "Should turn you into the cops and call it a day." She's bluffing, she doesn't want to show up in front of the cops herself.
Fiona Glenanne	Fi shakes her head. "The 'we' stuff" Fi says doing that air quote thing with her fingers, "I feel responsible. And. you agree so I'm bringing you along to find that guy and get some payback. I mean, first time, okay, that was my doing. Second time, not so much" she says and looks apologetic for nearly getting June killed.....twice. You know where we could lay low and work this out? If this was Brooklyn I'd say where to go instantly. Unfortunately I know jack about Gotham" Fiona admits, "You're from around here right, so where's a good spot to lay low and hide?"
June	"From is a relative term," June says. "Depends on who you are tryin' to hide from. I don't know who this guy is from Adam. The Foot has the whole city watched, so if he's part of them, you're kinda fucked, and you ain't gettin' my help. I mean, there's a few kinda seedy places you can shack up, but you better be ready to give somethin' for the trouble. They aren't usually interested in cash."
Fiona Glenanne	"I got guns and explosives to get rid of" Fi shrugs and looks amused. "They can suck off a shotgun for all I care" she adds. No way is she, ahem, paying for a room with those services. Still, June's got a point, if Fi was in June's shoes....Fi would have blown up whoever was pissing her off really.....as she nods. "Well, which is least likely to need 'payment'?" she asks cynically. "Or I could just run away and hide, and go back to my boring life in the big big city" she shrugs and shakes her head again. Maybe this will....all just blow over?
June	June curls one side of her lip as she thinks. "Look, I ain't some hero to go sweep nobody off their feet or shit," she cautions. "I don't go for free either. Where I come from, information costs money. Besides, I'm broke as shit right now." She glances down the steps. "Either way, we should prolly bug out before cops show up."
Fiona Glenanne	Fi shrugs, "Not my problem if you're broke. I got a few hundred on me to cover a ticket outta here. Stilll, I find it suspicious somebody's gone to great lengths to blow me up and drag you into that too. Okay. Okay. The trash can, I'm really fucking sorry about that!" Fi says and isn't sure June will let her forget that. "I get it. Info costs money. Where I came from it cost other things" Fiona says and looks for a moment like a stripper with clothes on. Clear hint. "So I know how info works. Now if you don't mind, can we quit bitching at each other and figure out what the hell we're gonna do?" Fiona asks, folding her arms.
June	"Well, I don't swing like that," she answers the innuendo. You don't got any way to find him, you don't got any cash to find him, and you don't wanna suck any dick to find him. I can forget about the trash can, but it don't mean I wanna stay dragged into this. When I walk away, I don't need to worry about it anymore. Sometimes that's just the best way to handle it. You see him again, you can fuck him in the ass, but now? I dunno girl, I'd just let it go and say fuck it, he wins this round."
Fiona Glenanne	Fi shrugs. "Grew up in Ireland. Cash for information was a thing. Dick for information meant you were either a hooker, or a priest" she says with a straight face and looks annoyed. "Yeah that's turue. No way to find him. Not enough cash. But" Fiona admits. ""Rather not suck somebody off for info. You any idea how bad the aftertaste is? Fine, he wins this round. But I'm not giving up" she sighs. "So, changing subject...you're not boring. Admit it" Fi says. "You don't really hate me. I've kept you alive....mostly. You've not shot me or stabbed me...and we're talking without staring down a gun barrrel at each other. We're, in this part of the world, almost friends" she says with a sage nod.
June	"Damn," June says, shaking her head. "And people think I'm fucked up." She gestures vaguely. "Okay, so what, you wanna be besties or something?" she asks. "I dunno if 'not accidentally killing me' qualifies as keeping me alive. You got some people skills problems I think," she comments. As if June was one to talk.
Fiona Glenanne	Fi shakes her head. "I got people skill problems? Nah. I'm not the one yelling at people right away and calling them a pussy for not running away from something going bang. Bestiess?" she asks with a snort, "Nah let's just see how it goes. I'm not gonna pinkie swear or anything like that. I think we're a bit past kindergarten honestly" she admits. "Though I do wonder how most of this city's denizens would take a juice box and a nap then a cookie?" she wonders aloud.
June	June gives another shake of her head. "Right, well, I'm a bitch, so it's fair, I'm not the best judge." She points, "I still think you're crazy as hell." She shifts the point into a thumb. "Try not to kill anybody that doesn't deserve it, then, and...I gotta do stuff, I'm way late on where I was goin'."
Fiona Glenanne	Fi grins and looks impressed then shakes her head. "Catch ya later" she calls and starts jogging, "Bitch" she adds and speeds up her jog, hailing a cab...because reasons. Why the hell not, hail a cab. Get outta this city