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To put it plainly:

the film noir meme

-Post with your character and fandom, as well as any preferences.
-Go here and generate a random number between 1-10 for the setting
-If you want, you or the person tagging you can roll a number between 1-8 for relationship as well!
- You know what to do next, honey. Do hurry up, the night's not getting any younger.

Possible settings:

1. Crime Scene: Dead body? Burglary? Whatever the crime, the area's been sectioned off for officers to investigate this nefarious deed, and you're getting front row seat.

2. Bar: There's always some hole-in-the-wall frequented by all sorts. The bartender keeps an eye out for trouble, and other things. Of course he keeps an ear to the ground, but it'll cost ya. Perhaps a cop or two will show up demanding answers, but no one ever takes that seriously.

3. Docks at Night: The breeze caressing your face, the sound of the water, the boats passing by...maybe you were called here, or maybe you just like the peace it brings.

4. Alleyway: There's only one way in and out of this little corridor, and what happens in it is up to you and the other character. Just watch for the shadows, if you can see through the fog.

5. Detective's Office: Not too clean, not too messy. Just perfect for the person that's needed to get this mystery cleared up.

6. Rooftop: The wind dramatically blowing about, it's the perfect place to get that person to come and meet you so you can tell them what you want. Or if you're evil, why not kill them up here? It'll be hard to escape you.

7. Dressing Room: For some reason, you're backstage after a performance, and you've gotten into one of these. The mirrors, the costumes, the flowers from fans and the various personal affects...all are present and will be your silent witnesses to whatever occurs.

8. Hideout: You've gotten to the antagonist's spot of choice. Is this a glitzy nightclub with a private room, or is this an abandoned warehouse where they-or you-carry out their plot? The choice is yours.

9. Nightclub: Someone's showcasing their talent tonight, and you may or may not care about it. But it's classic, dimly lit, and it's easy to hide in here.

10. Free choice

Possible relationships:

1. Friends: Maybe you're an unstoppable team, or perhaps your relationship is getting strained. But whatever the situation, you know this person, and you'd be there for them.

2. Coworkers/teammates/classmates: You might not be friends, but you know this person well enough to remember their name. And right now you're being thrown together for a reason.

3. Lovers: This is the one you wanted to stay with for now. Married, dating, or maybe an affair, but you two care about each other enough.

4. Enemies: Utter hatred flows through your veins when you hear this person's name. This is the one you want to take down, and you just might stop at nothing to achieve your goal.

5. Family: Perhaps it's a sibling you're meeting. Or your parent, or some form of relative. Remember that phrase "blood is thicker than water"? It just might apply here.

6. Mysterious Stranger: Someone's been eying you from across the room, or you've been eying them. Will you two speak, or shall they float out of your life? Do they hold information you seek, or do they want something from you?

7. Femme Fatale: You are or have encountered a mysterious and seductive woman, whose charms ensnare her lovers in bonds of irresistible desire, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations. Watch out, you might just get yourself into a real mess of trouble, hot stuff.

8. Free Choice

Originally from

easycompany, with minor modifications.

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[It's not necessarily black and white, but the greys have to be visible with Ryo. And evidence is evidence, regardless of where it leads. Dee's the one who generally has an issue with keeping things straight.]

[But he shakes his head a little, though if she's any judge of character, he hasn't let his guard down]

I think that whatever evidence exists needs to be presented for the jury to decide. That's how the justice system works.

[ She runs her hand along the wall, just in case there a seam - a hidden shelf or cavity there. ]

But not everything is presented, and even the items that are can always be struck off the record.

[ One doesn't have to go the the pre-trial sessions to know that. The newspapers carry sufficient coverage of all the cases which affect the city.

Even when they leave a lot unsaid. ]

[She won't find anything. He's fairly straight-forward, and hiding things isn't generally his style. Again, that's far more his partner's thing. But he still doesn't seem to wish to give her anything.]

That may be true, but give me a good reason that evidence should be withheld or potentially withheld. One that isn't just someone's reputation or a shift in government.

There wouldn't be any changes right away, other than less straightforward attempts at either retrieving or destroying the letters.

It's not like they're short of money or connections.

[ What that could entail, she'll leave up to his imagination. But people have killed for less, and to hell with whoever got caught in the crossfire.

The walls are thin, noise in one apartment would be heard down the hall. ]

In the long term, I hope you're ready for the war that follows.

[ She speaks sarcastically, but that will be what it is. A long, protracted war that makes it difficult for those uninvolved, even if no major shift occurs. ]

[So that was her game? A threat? Ryo shakes his head.]

I'm sorry, but I won't be cowed by threats. The law is the law, and whatever happens, happens.

[ Is it? Lifting her eyebrows, she just smiles slightly, eyes flat. ]

Then I'm sure you can handle the consequences.

[ Whatever happens, happens. On that, they can agree.

The two steps she takes does not close the distance between them, but it lets her rifle through the contents of a side table - testing their weight. ]

I'm sure I can.

[He watches her quietly, as she happens to rifle through a bunch of bills and other unimportant paperwork. Is she testing to see what he'll do, or does she honestly think he'll be dumb enough to leave evidence lying around?]

[ The ashtray used for keys seemed promising, keys now holding down a stack of papers. She sets it near the front of the table, turning her dead eyed stare back to him. Waiting one beat, then another.

It's the lamp she takes out first, whipping the ashtray forwards and ducking into a roll. ]

[She's exceptionally lucky that the ashtray was being used for keys, considering Dee had a tendency to smoke a bit too much. But it's troublesome for him, not only because of the fact the ashtray was ceramic and thus breakable, but the shattering lamp would not be of any help either.

[Still, if she believes it's so easy to distract him, she's wrong. His gun comes up, eyes focusing in the dark as much as possible, and listening to try and determine her movements.]

[ She avoids the patches of light from the window, moving at the edges of the room as quietly as she can.

The dark is no issue, not when she'd spent so much time memorizing the layout of the room. It's the floor she's wary of, a loose board could easily give her away. ]

[For him, the issue isn't the dark, either. It's that she's being so silent. He's used to straining and using his eyes, he's been used as a sniper before for a reason, but this isn't exactly his field.

[Part of him is hoping that Bikky has left something on the floor, just out of her vision, like he tends to do. It's frustrating for Ryo, who is often the one to step on it at night, but would be of use now.

[Either way, he keeps his ears open.]

[ooc: I doubt you want her to trip, but if so, Bikky's a teenager who likes to roller skate, play sports, steal Ryo's stun gun...]

[ There's a clattering to his left. Mentally cursing, Sorry moves away as quickly as she can, taking the item with her.

It's slower now, knowing that she'll have to search out anything that might be scattered across the floor, but she's headed for the space behind the chair he'd occupied. ]

[It's enough to give him an idea, and he knows the apartment better than she does. His own movements are probably not as quiet as hers, but still difficult to hear, as he turns to start a slow movement forward, fully expecting the possibility of running into her. But if not, he'll find his way to the kitchen to try and flick on the lights.]

[ They miss other, the sudden light casting long shadows into the room.

She shuts her eyes, using the chair for cover as she unsheathes a knife, the items she'd picked up tossed around the floor. It means that he'll know where she is, but then, so does she.

She blinks hard, as if to adjust to the low lighting faster. She can't run straight at him, but getting shot in a limb would be an acceptable injury. ]

[He'd already shut one eye before flipping the light on, so he's not as blinded as she is, his gun up and he himself ready to fire if need be. He'll fire at her if she comes at him, and he's not prone to missing.]

Let's stop this. I'm not giving you any documents.

[ And she's not leaving without them, so they're at an impasse. The physical distance is not working in her favor.

She gives herself ten seconds, before ramming the chair forward as hard as she can, throwing herself forwards and to the side. If she can, she'll try to disarm Ryo. ]

[He's not stupid, and she'll learn this fact. The chair is prepared for, even as he shifts his weight and angle to fire at her, aiming for one of her arms so she can't use it.]

ooc: Up to you if he hits :)

Edited 2014-07-12 23:07 (UTC)

[ The bullet grazes her, passing through and out into the window. The pain is ignorable, she's had worse injuries, but the noise will be bringing all sorts attention that she didn't need in the first place.

Her would offsets her course, and she stumbles a step before launching herself forwards in a tackle, the knife thrown at him as she pulls another from a sheathe hidden against her thigh. ]

(ooc: Doesn't matter if the knife hits or not, if she succeeds, she'll be trying to knock the gun out of his hands.)

[Ryo's growing increasingly glad that he's got a sort of sense for fights, as he ducks behind the door frame as soon as that knife is thrown his way. He's not taking any hits if he can avoid it; though he's a bit disappointed the bullet didn't seem to slow the woman down.]

[ She slams into the door frame, hands clenching into the wood and bringing her to a halt, bloody smears illustrating her progress.

There's a long, shallow scratch from where the knife had hit the wall.

At this rate, she'll have to change up her plans, abandoning any attempt at subtlety in order to get rid of the letters.

At this distance she doesn't exhibit the same amount of care as before, the choice of grappling for a gun in easy reach or aiming for the softer areas of the body barely making a difference. She moves, dropping her shoulder and stepping forwards, the heel of her hand punching out with the hilt of the knife. ]

[She's definitely not giving up, he can give her that much. The punch is avoided, though only by Ryo dropping on his ass to the floor, meaning he's in a very bad position.

His gun comes up again, firing, and aim not quite there.]

[ The shot goes wide, bullet embedding into the cheap plaster of the walls, dust falling down on both of them.

She kicks out at the gun, half falling over him in her haste. ]

[He winces as she kicks, unable to hold onto the gun, but more than willing to use her seeming to be off balance. So before that leg can get back to the ground, Ryo's grabbing for it, trying to bring her down, even if it means on top of him. His intent is to try and pin her down.]

[ She twists as he pulls her leg, dragged forwards. She could break the hold, but she goes for a better opportunity, elbow aimed towards his abdomen.

Or his genitals, she's not above fighting dirty. ]

[Another time he's glad he has some skill in fighting, as even though it will cause severe pain to his hand, he gets it between her elbow and his groin before she can actually somewhat cause him to be incapacitated for even a moment.

And he'll try again to shift, to bring her on her back and pin her.]

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I so need more icons lol

I know the feeling. 15 slots are never enough.

Plus I technically only have 13, with two of his 'partner' in there lol

But group photos!

Pft. Naw, just random. Closest I got to "group" is the Asleep icon, where Dee is cropped out

would it be worth hunting down scans and cropping new ones?

It's just being unlazy enough to make more lol

Le sigh. That's always a problem.

Yup. lol

Got it.

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I apologize, but I'm gonna be spotty for the next while

No prob. Ryo's voice fades sometimes

I wish it was voice problems. Thanks for the patience

Hey, it's no issue :) This is for fun yeah?

Still, appreciated.

:) I'm always slow, especially with this guy so...

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Back finally

o/

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