Roni Mancini impatiently waited outside of the LAW medical room, arms crossed in a scowl and giving a nasty look to anyone who passed by. She was hoping to be out of the LAW arena by now, but she was held up by needing to wait on her prize. That prize being none other than Evelyn Fallanger, who was now the prisoner of war for the Hitwoman. The only problem was that during their hardcore bout, Evelyn was beaten. A lot. The Italian had beaten Evelyn every which way until she blasted her skull with a steel chair, ending the match up in quick time.
But that left the little jobber unconscious and needing to be cleaned up and checked out, and despite Roni trying to take her prize and leave, the medical staff and security was keeping her from it. They told her to wait, and so now Roni was, directly outside the medical room. It had been a little too long for her tastes, and now Mancini was growing more annoyed. She wanted her little plaything, and she was only counting down the minutes until she had enough and would drag Evelyn out of there herself, security be damned.
But for now she just waited outside the door, ready to grab hold of little Miss Fallacy the moment she stepped outside. Spoiler
What a bad dream.
Having this vision that she was stuck in a match with some purple-haired demon. She woke up with sweats, swept by chills across her bare stomach and an aching chest. EVERYTHING aches really. “... Ngh… I slept wrong.” Her legs went over the makeshift bed she lay on, pressing down on it, “Awgh… It’s rough.” Then pushed off. Dizziness slammed like a truck once she got up, and her shoulder hit the wall, knocking down a tray and little doo-dads she can hardly make out, still seeing double. “Woah…” She touched her forehead, only to feel the wire bumps of stitches. Thankfully, there was a mirror. Yeah, there it was. A small stretch on the left corner, not very long, but enough to make her feel something nauseating. What happened? Is this her room? Last she recalled, her room didn’t have a vanity. Neither did it have blue tiles, or white walls. Or… Medical instruments?
“I-I…” Her head shook, but that just made it feel like it was swelling, and she held it, “Fuck. I-I need to go.”
Her footing moved on an autopilot, stepping over each other, bumbling and bumping into everything. “Why do I even have my ring gear on…?” It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, “I must be… Hungover, or something.” She didn’t recall drinking, but that’s alcohol sometimes. Now going out the door, she played with the handle and pulled it open on her second attempt, looking down to watch her feet, consolidate her balance, “Hm?” She saw another pair of feet, and looked up, seeing that hair and look of contempt, she jumped, “Y-YOU!” And fell on her ass. “I-I-I… I thought you were a dream!” Her hands went up to surrender, looking away, peering with a ghost face and a heart dipping into her stomach, hitting harder than thunder.
Roni Mancini looked down at the blubbering Miss Fallacy, cowering on the ground and begging her off. With a big smirk on her face, the Italian woman simply stepped towards the whimpering girl and then placed her boot on her chest, forcing her back down onto the ground as she looked down at her. "Oh, no... I'm very real, and I've been very patient waiting for your sorry carcass to wake the hell up," said Roni menacing, pressing down on Evelyn's chest more with her foot.
"And because I kicked your ass--easily, I might add--that means you're my little prisoner for the next twenty-four hours. And I decided to start counting until you got your ass up," explained the Hitwoman. "So get your fucking things and meet me in the parking garage in no less than ten minutes. If you're later than that and I have to come for you, I promise you're going to regret it even more than you already do." The cruel Mancini pulled her boot up and then turned, starting to walk away, repeating loudly. "Ten minutes! Or else!" And then she left Evelyn Fallanger with her simple task.
Today was a schoolyard bully kind of day. She felt it the moment a chest wedged itself against her chest, pushed her down and pinched the ribs. Both hands gripped the ankle, with wide puppy eyes, clenched, chattering teeth, she heaved in and out, listening, whining and squeezing her eyes when it became nigh-unbearable. “S-...Sorry…?” Was that even the right answer at this point? Hard to say… She would say anything to get her boot off.
“Nnggh… phew…” The aches didn’t leave when it came off, it pulsed, throbbed and pinched. She huffed, turning on her side, rubbing the reddened wound. But that meant leaning on the bruises on her hip. There weren't any comfortable places to lay. Softness might due. But here? Just give her a stiff one on the jaw.
“Mmm -- I am going to sweat in my clothes, though…” She whined, but had scrambled to her feet, through headache and muscle tension, breathing deep and combing her hands through her hair, mapping bruises with her fingers and watching her feet. At first it was easy to hurry, one-two, one-two, one-two. She can hold an eye shut, deal and push forward. When it came to getting dressed, it was harder, arms over your head, bending over, looking at yourself in a mirror and pondering. This was going to be hell, wasn’t it? She eventually changed, a long-sleeve red sweater with exposed shoulders, tank-top underneath, black short-shorts, covered by her sweater, chequered thigh-highs and boots with some small heels. She left her getup in the locker. Something told her she might be back here sooner than wanted. And she took a few extra minutes or two to practise smiling, fixing her hair, pulling her cheeks apart to work up a grin with the fat bruise on her cheek.
She closed her eyes, not sure whether to cry or chuckle, tightened her face before release, and finger-gunned her locker door, “Bang.” And slammed it shut. Soon she navigated to the parking lot, with wind on her collar, there was at least something good here. Her foot steps had an echo, and things were quiet, except for Roni. Evelyn thought, maybe, just maybe, she could go unseen - or if she kept distance, she would avoid being clutched to the detriment of her stitches. So she walked on her heels, over to a concrete pillar and tucked her body behind it, looking out. If she were spotted, she would work up a trembling wave. Hopefully, with not too much offence.
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Roni Mancini had collected her things in quick time and waited for her prisoner in a pair of leather pants, a white tanktop, and black leather jacket. After waiting for two minutes, she let out a sigh and set down her bags and then decided she might as well get a smoke in, waiting in this cold parking lot for that idiot to get here. She lit up and casually smoked, glancing at her phone every so often to time it.
And when ten minutes passed, the Italian woman didn't see or hear Evelyn anywhere. With a loud groan, she tossed down her cigarette and stomped it out with her boot and then shouted, "You better not make me wait, you dumb bitch!" Looking around, she would eventually spy Fallenger halfway hiding behind a pillar and rolled her eyes. "Oh for fuck sake..." muttered Mancini before flicking her off in response to that wave. This god damn moron.
"Get the hell over here!" yelled Roni before picking up her bag and walking down the parking lot, assuming Evelyn would follow if she knew what was good for her. "Idiot," added the Hitwoman with a huff as she got to a motorcycle parked in one of the spots and grabbed hold of a helmet, throwing it unceremoniously at Evelyn. "Put it on," commanded Roni as she put another helmet on. She had prepared for this match by bringing two helmets, knowing she was bound to bring this pathetic girl home with her.
It was a bike in impeccable shape, looking almost brand new. Roni would sit on it, leaving space for Fallanger to get on behind her. "Don't fall off because I won't come back to pick you up, got it?" said Mancini coldly, finding disdain in her prisoner already as she turned her motorcycle on, revving it up.
She moved with tiny shuffles.
Worries stopped her from moving too fast, whether once she got into leg-range, they’d kick her down. Or they’d manifest a pipe to hit her in the gut with. But once she got Roni’s back, it was a little easier to cosy up. Shuffles turn to a walk, then a stride -- and a speed walk to finally close enough distance, soon thrown a helmet that was absorbed against her chest and clasped with two hands, “oof-- Okay. Hey, this is uh, actually pretty nice! H-hah… I only rode once before, with another chick…” Less mean, more snake.
She combed her hair back first, then the helmet and its buckle underneath her chin, giving the thing a few knocks to check its fortitude, then approached the bike. “I…uh…” She gulped. Was she going to die if she bumped into them? It was hard to say, please don’t kill me, Miss Hitwoman. Or, even, watch out I might bump into you and please god, oh god don’t hit me. Ah, well…
She threw her leg over and sat down, grabbing the seat right underneath her and getting her fingers acquainted with a new grip. “H-Ha-hh-Ha, you’re saying if I tucked and rolled, I can get off the hook?” She waited a few seconds, turning a little pale, “K-Kidding, of course.”
As Evelyn continued to stutter and fearfully approach Roni to sit on the bike, the Hitwoman was rolling her eyes under her own helmet. She was ready to cuss her out right there, if she didn't think it would make Fallanger even more insufferable to listen to. With a huff, Mancini did snap back, "If you tuck and roll, I swear I will turn around and run your sorry ass over. " Her mouth tightened as she shook her head. "So hold on... And we'll be there in no time, okay?" added Roni, revving up her motorcycle one last time.
Then, she would start to drive them both out of the parking area, a little more recklessly than she probably should have been, but in a way that it seemed like Roni Mancini wouldn't ever consider it so. In no time, they were on the road, with Roni weaving between cars here and there, not really wasting time, but abiding by at least some of the laws of the road. She was impatient though, especially with how long it took for her prize to wake the hell up. She was ready to be home and get the festivities started.
And so eventually Roni had stopped at a surprisingly nice apartment building, finding her way to the parking garage attached to it as she sped through and finally stopped in a spot, seemingly a reserved one as she knew precisely where to go. And upon doing so, she turned off her bike and took off her helmet before shaking her head to get rid of the helmet hair. "We're here. You made it, so you can stop whining," said Roni, unamused as she started to walk away after grabbing her bag. "Grab your shit and follow me," continued the Italian woman, not waiting for Evelyn for a moment as she began to walk through the apartment complex, which seemed rather well-maintained with some plant-life and benches adorned on the path, and even a pool to the one side. She paid them no mind as she continued to head towards her building.
Right. No jokes. She can do that. Might be better just to pipe up and shut up for a good long while. “Well, okay…” She bit on her tongue for a moment. Gotta work up something nicer to say. Girl already hates you, looks like. So. Maybe something nice? “This bike is nice, by the way.” and off they went with a zoom. Left a nice dash of rubber. Scream of wheels, the engine, loud as can be. Had a nice purr when it got stable. The driving made her stiff, but, having done this at least once before with someone before -- it was easier. Good thing too. She can see herself hugging and latching onto. Hell would have her corpse. But something about riding was nice once it got quiet. Felt safer once she knew Roni’s hands had to stay on those handlebars. For what it’s worth, she had some trust in Roni, believing she knew what she’s doing. Sorta? Girl is a badass. A mean, very terrifying badass. And badasses drive good, she thought. At least, they haven’t crashed yet. Made her a little jealous. But with wind on her face, lights bouncing off every glass goliath, the yellow and the white from street lamps and headlights -- it eased her locked up shoulders; to take a deep breath and just look around. Felt metallic just watching everything go by. So many tall things. People galore. It’s kinda like watching a movie or a long worm from afar, where the congesting clumps of folks make a solid line, leading where they raced to. Must be something good at the other end.
Wasn’t quite sure where that was. This didn’t seem like a terrible neighbourhood. Clean, the building had a nice coat of black to it. Glass. She saw its warm lighting from afar. The parking garage did her some unease, especially when she stopped and went to auto-pilot.
“Oh, hey. This really it?” Dumb question. Already going away too. Fuck. “I mean -- a-alright…”
She shuffled to Roni’s step. More of a quick scurry, helmet to her chest. It looked homey from here, honestly, almost hotel-worthy with its sparkly water, lighting and plant-life. Benches to sit, look around and nap. God she wanted one. Carpet muffled her boots. She started to work up a smile, skipped a little faster to catch up to Roni's side, even a little ahead to look up to her.
Roni Mancini headed inside the building, opening the door after a swipe of a key card before pausing and giving Evelyn a weird look upon her latest question. It had been easy to ignore most of her ramblings--not quite considering them worth her time to respond. But the last one had just been odd enough to make her wrinkle her nose and roll her eyes in annoyance. "Roni. What the fuck else did you want to call me?" asked the Hitwoman before continuing to walk in the building, going up one flight of steps before making her way to one of the rooms.
"Throw your shit in the corner," said Roni as she stepped inside her apartment. It was mostly clean. A few things were strewn about such as blanket on the couch, a couple napkins and a glass of water on the coffee table, but otherwise it was maintained relatively well. The living area was spacious and immediate in front of them. The kitchen was to the one side, and a small hallway had two bedrooms and a bathroom. Roni would throw her own bag and helmet to the side beside the couch before walking over to the kitchen. She took out a glass and a bottle of top shelf whiskey, filling up the glass before coming back over to Evelyn. "Do you drink?" asked the Italian simply, holding the glass out to her prisoner for the day.
Can’t do much right. Got it.
“E-Eh… I don’t know.”
Mean freaks like you usually want something extra. Ahem--
“...Roni is pretty cute.” She said, slightly more invigorated to stay on the Hitwoman’s tail as they made their way through. Up those steps, down a hall. Quiet. Type where it kind of echoes. She’s lost for a moment, looking about. Quick escapes. Wait no-
The door was open.
She went on it. She’d be damned to find any shred of dust swimming here. Things looked textbook from a rental ad with the primed up apartments. Evelyn half-wondered if Roni really lived here, or long, that is. Things seemed. Nice?
“K.” And off her shoulder her stuff went, tossed into the corner. She took some time just scanning about, mostly staying within the general entrance area, but peeking down the hallway, staring up towards the ceiling then soaking up the details of the living room and kitchen. When faced with the drink, Evelyn paused, staring at the glass, “Uhhhh…” Yes I do. She wanted to say. But -- her brain kept firing off math equations on how any answer was somehow wrong.
Just take it.
“Y-Yeah… Sometimes.” She took the glass, gave it a short sniff, then took a sip. She coughed, just twice. “Thank you. So, where do I get to sleep? Or -- sit down.”
