forum Lesbian Killjoy One-On-One?

Started June 01, 2020 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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What it says on the tin, my dude. Two lesbians trying to help overthrow the government, but imagine it set to 2000s-2010s emo, 90s riot grrrl and grunge, 80s glam metal, and 70s punk

i'm up for this definitely!

Great! Want a form, or just jump in?

we can jump in!

Okay! Want me to post a starter?

that'd be great!

A scorch mark left on the wall. The quiet thud of combat boots. A pale pink smirk. Sharp green eyes squinting against the harsh desert sun. One of many Dracs laying dead on the ground. Annie Anarchy walking out of the facility with a stack of banned records-vinyl and information. Just a need to get back to the abandoned building she claimed as home. Until-

Sirens, yelling, more footfalls. The thud of combat boots sprinting, muffled by the desert sand. Sharp green eyes widened in slight fear in the harsh desert sun. Dracs shooting. Desperation. Panic. A cloud of sand flying up from a car driven by a stranger. A stranger like her.

She couldn't quite stop coughing after a cloud of sand and dust was kicked up in the air. Asthma medication was something scarce in the area at the moment. While stocked up as much as possible, Lucia Teller couldn't quite get used to the new atmosphere she was in at the moment. She was crouched down behind some of the rubble, bag in hand as she waited for those around her to pass.

Hearing the car drive away was a good sign. Maybe things were clearing out and she could go back to her scavenging and looting. Taking a little peak over the rubble, she still saw other running past and the soft sounds of gunshots going off in the distance. She ducked back under and held her breath, waiting for the coast to be clear so she could dart out once again.

Annie ducked behind some rubble, her own ray gun at her hip as she clutched the stack of record sleeved and folders to her chest. "Shit-" She whispered, taking a moment to catch her breath.

Lucia took a hit off of her inhaler and inhaled deeply before exhaling. She stuffed it away into one of the pockets of her backpack before easing up a little bit. After glancing around, she quickly darted to a bit of rubble that was closer to one of the buildings. The ray gun that was attached to her belt bumped against her hip as she moved to buck back behind the pile of concrete. She caught her breath and glanced around at the chaos that surrounded her.

Annie brushed one of the purple streaks among her black hair behind her ear, taking a deep breath to wipe away any look of fear before standing, ray gun in hand as she turned to shoot wildly.

Lucia had begun to lean back up when she heard the sudden firing of a ray gun nearby. She ducked her head, covering it partly with her hands as to not have a piece of rubble hit her over the head. Her eyes blinked a couple of times, the soft emerald eyed adjusting to see through the haze of dust that was kicked up in the air. Tilting her head up slightly, she spotted another woman standing amongst the sandy air. Was that who had been shooting?

Annie smirked when more Dracs fell, standing on top of some rubble. She could see a motorcycle that would be perfect for an escape. "It's Annie fuckin' Anarchy, bitches!" She yelled, leaping down and sprinting to the bike, effectively drawing fire to her, depositing the records in a saddlebag, jumping on and riding back towards the rubble.

((Also, for context, Annie is about 17 in the fic she's from, so maybe about that age range of this?))

Lucia listened, and watched when she was able to, as the woman- who made herself known to be Annie Anarchy- shot down a couple of the Dracs and seemed to have found a motorcycle. It was certain now that she was interested in who she was. She brushed her fingers through her wavy, bobbed ginger hair and eased over. The coast was clear, and glancing at where one of the buildings were, she could definitely make it if she ran.

Annie stopped for a moment, looking back to make sure they weren't giving too much of a chase.

There weren't too many Dracs around. Lucia could make it at this point. After taking her ray run off of her belt, she gripped it in hand and slung her backpack over her shoulder. With a hit of her inhaler and a deep breath, she hopped to her feet and made a quick dash towards the nearest building. Her adrenaline was high and she could hear her heartbeat pounding in her head.

Annie road off again, grinning as she felt long black and purple locks fly behind her, green eyes lighting up in laughter. Now this is how ya kickstart my heart!

((also, for context, it's heavily implies that Annie is descended from Nikki Sixx))

Lucia quickly hurried into the building through what could have been an old, side maintenance door. She quickly shut it and leaned against it for a short moment before collecting herself, ray gun still tightly in hand. Cautiously, she made her way towards the main area of the store. Maybe she could find something useful in the wreckage of the interior. Anything would help at that point in time.