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fifteendozentimes) wrote2010-09-23 01:21 am
fifteendozentimes) wrote2010-09-23 01:21 am
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WIP Amnesty: Killjoy Nicole (Disney RPF)
I'm pretty sure I actually wrote this before we even had the Na Na Na video, because I remember thinking the scene with Mikey and Grace getting a gun from a vending machine Jossed what little I had so far. It would probably still work as a generic dystopian future fic, except I never really had a plot beyond "girls being badasses in the desert". Greta owns a guns&ammo store which serves as a base for a bunch of bandom & Disney girl assassins. I knew a bunch of details - Ray and Greta are an item, Manic Panic and nail polish are valuable bartering items, a handful of other things - but didn't have a coherent story.
No warnings.
The bell over the door jingles merrily, but Nicole doesn't really spare it a thought past the usual seriously, a bell, what the fuck, Greta. Things have been slow lately, news from the capitol intermittent and as boring as it ever gets. Anyone who's come in the past few weeks has been here for guns, not to hire, and never anyone who says "yes" when Greta asks if he needs someone to show him how to shoot. Ray hasn't been around, which means the Killjoys are out on a job and Gerard won't be coming in with any extra work for her. Greta made them stop going out back for target practice with her merchandise, wasting all her ammo, and there's not much to do but sit and talk.
Of course, with none of them working much, there's not really anything to talk about.
"We're going to use up the entire world's supply of nail polish at this rate," Cassadee says, watching Victoria paint her nails deep red seconds after she took off the dark green she'd put on less than an hour ago. She's supposed to be here on church business, restocking their armory, but either she took pity on the handful of bored assassins or, more likely, saw her chance at a few free manicures.
"If you don't have a black bottle for me, I'll be very disappointed," Gerard says from right behind Nicole, close enough to make her jump. "I'd hate to have to take this one to someone else."
"Someday, I'll be caught hoarding supplies for you, and I'll wind up in Gabe's basement and it'll be all your fault."
"It'll be your fault for hoarding them in the first place," Victoria points out, but Nicole pretends not to hear her, just holds out her hand for the slip of paper Gerard better have after getting her hopes up.
"It's a quickie," Gerard says, drops the crumpled paper in her hand. "But it's not far from here, and we're leaving for the capitol in the morning, so no time."
There's just a name and address on the paper, no details, and Nicole sighs. "If you're sending me into another Draculoid house without warning, I swear to God I'll kill you next."
"I told you, I didn't know. This one's human, though, promise."
No warnings.
The bell over the door jingles merrily, but Nicole doesn't really spare it a thought past the usual seriously, a bell, what the fuck, Greta. Things have been slow lately, news from the capitol intermittent and as boring as it ever gets. Anyone who's come in the past few weeks has been here for guns, not to hire, and never anyone who says "yes" when Greta asks if he needs someone to show him how to shoot. Ray hasn't been around, which means the Killjoys are out on a job and Gerard won't be coming in with any extra work for her. Greta made them stop going out back for target practice with her merchandise, wasting all her ammo, and there's not much to do but sit and talk.
Of course, with none of them working much, there's not really anything to talk about.
"We're going to use up the entire world's supply of nail polish at this rate," Cassadee says, watching Victoria paint her nails deep red seconds after she took off the dark green she'd put on less than an hour ago. She's supposed to be here on church business, restocking their armory, but either she took pity on the handful of bored assassins or, more likely, saw her chance at a few free manicures.
"If you don't have a black bottle for me, I'll be very disappointed," Gerard says from right behind Nicole, close enough to make her jump. "I'd hate to have to take this one to someone else."
"Someday, I'll be caught hoarding supplies for you, and I'll wind up in Gabe's basement and it'll be all your fault."
"It'll be your fault for hoarding them in the first place," Victoria points out, but Nicole pretends not to hear her, just holds out her hand for the slip of paper Gerard better have after getting her hopes up.
"It's a quickie," Gerard says, drops the crumpled paper in her hand. "But it's not far from here, and we're leaving for the capitol in the morning, so no time."
There's just a name and address on the paper, no details, and Nicole sighs. "If you're sending me into another Draculoid house without warning, I swear to God I'll kill you next."
"I told you, I didn't know. This one's human, though, promise."