dear_mun | On test-driving

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On test-driving

Ya ain't seriously gonna "test-drive" me over there, are ya? Test drivin' is one step closer to putting me in some shithole, and I ain't goin' without a fight. Especially not to some torture facility in space.

Guess it probably doesn't surprise ya that I think you're a real piece a' work, and I don't want shit to do with you. Listen, no hard feelins or nothin', but I ain't gonna change my mind about that. So shut the fuck up, already.

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Huh. When'd ya get so damn mouthy? Somethin' musta changed.

About when I found out that 'cause o' you, Andrew kills me.

Aw, c'mon now, that ain't my fault. Ya went for it willingly. Ya needed the money.

When I needed it! I ain't even set foot in that cesspool, and already I gotta lot to think 'bout. Startin' with you and Andrew's petty feuds! Ya'll act like two kids in a sandbox! Shame on you!

Ya ain't even been there yet? Then how the hell do ya know what happened?

This little lady right here. [ points to mun ] And I should kick your ass for all that you've caused! Especially to my boy!

Your boy? I think you mean my boy. He ain't yours anymore.

[ Is that a lead pipe? It's a lead pipe. And she's wielding it menacingly. Yet, still, a sweet smile. ]

I beg to differ.

Now what the hell do you think you're doin' with that?

Would you kindly hold still.

[ swings the pipe, close to hitting, but not enough to internally damage. she just wants to give a good scare. ]

[He ducks away from the swing, shaking his head, not showing any sort of emotion at all except for a slight smirk.]

Well well well. Seems you got yourself all liberated. Wonder how long that'll last.

Anyone ever tell ya' that yer accent is fuck annoyin'?

[ She moves fast, swinging the pipe at his legs. ]

Nah, they tell me it's charmin'.

[He tries not to get tripped up by the pipe, but can't help stumbling a little.]

Could do an Irish accent if ye want, though, lassie.

[ when he starts stumbling, she swings the pipe right back, so that it aims to where he steps next. right to the knee. ]

That's shit Irish.

How the hell would you know? Ya ain't got such a great accent yerself.

[That pipe to the knee hurts like hell, and he steps back, wincing.]

I think I got the point. Ya don't like me. I ain't surprised.

At least it's real!

[ lil Jazzy...she smirks at his pain ]

Better get some meds from that Suchong fella. 'Cause I ain't done with ya yet.

Ya just gonna resort to violence like yer boyfriend Ryan?

[A pause.]

Oh, wait. Guess he ain't your boyfriend anymore. Not after our little deal.

[ what's that? you want a lead pipe to your other knee? okay! ]

He ain't even my boyfriend. Get yer facts straight, 'cause it's damn embarrassin' for ya. [ there goes another swing of the pipe. ] He made me up pretty and fucked me consistently. I was his whore. And at the time, I didn't even know it.

[Why sure he does! Now he's really wincing, trying to shake off the pain.]

I was trynna be polite, trynna make it sound better than it was. You wanna call it what it is, fine, I will too. And then you sold me a baby. Even I didn't think whorin' went that far.

I wasn't myself! That damn cesspool! Ya'll were sin and spread your sin 'round. My older self--she had to strip in that nasty club, and then start bein' Rapture's ladybird! I've already got sin, but ya'll made my sin worse.

[ and now, a swing to both legs to knock him onto his ass. ]

[And knock him onto her ass she does. He's laughing, though.]

Ya weren't yourself? Ya mean you got no free will? Ryan'd hate to hear ya say somethin' like that. I gotta hand it to ya, though, kid. You ain't as weak as I thought ya were. Not by half.

Did anyone of those Splice-thingies have free will? Ya'll and your....your damn ADAM!

[ and now. ladies and gentleman. miss jazzy will swing that pipe at the arm sockets. ]

And those, those, those little girls! Ooooh! [ she's shaking with rage. ] Well, here's yer riddle. If ADAM holds the power, then WHO holds the knife.

You don't know what the hell you're talkin' about.

[This time, he rolls out of the way, deciding he's had quite enough of this being attacked thing.]

Ya ain't even been there yet. Ya ain't even seen it. And I don't think ya wanna piss me off anymore than I already am, y'hear me?

I'm already a dead woman. So why not.

[ She grabs the nearest thing--a lamp--and throws it at him, aiming for the chest. ]

Would you kindly stop bleeding. Would you kindly hold still. Would you kingly go and make Andrew wish he never even thought up Rapture.

So why in the hell don't ya just not go to Rapture?

[He dodges slightly, but the lamp still hits him in the arm. This time, he picks it up and stands, advancing on her slightly.]

I ain't gonna try n' change Ryan's thoughts. Rapture was good to me, y'know? I ain't gonna ruin that just 'cause you're afraid of what's gonna happen to ya down there.

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