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[dignity_misery]

[Settled back on her couch, Carla is fussing with a split lip with her tongue absentmindedly and shuffling through a series of photos like it's a hand of cards.]

I've got a Rosella barbecue, a cowboy with a gun in his eye, a few pairs of little boys getting up close and personal with each other, practically autoerotic. And... [She holds up a picture of M. Eames.] On a scale of 1 to 7, where are we going with this?

[She clearly hasn't accounted for all the pictures she was holding, but she puts the rest aside, moving on to another set.]

The rest are mine. [She holds one up briefly.] I haven't seen some of these in over half a decade. [She doesn't sound entirely pleased about that, and sits back again with a frown to look through them.] They've got a date with my garbage disposal.

[As one last distracted note she adds,] I didn't pick up anything of yours this time, Rapahel, I'm disappointed.

//private to 'the lady of lannister'

[She displays the picture she's found.]

Do you want it? Or should I add it to the pile to be disposed of?

[[ooc; Here is what's up for grabs if you want it.]]

Comments

[dignity_misery]

[Rex comes to snuff one of his hands. Carla just watches the dog for a moment.]

Can't always do what you like. [She lifts a hand to pet the puppy's ears.] I used to counterfeit currency.

[Scritching Rex's chin with her fucking useless hands.]

[blonderazorshiv]

No.

[ But he raises an eyebrow. Did she? ]

I'm assuming you were good.

[dignity_misery]

The best.

[In her clearly humble opinion.]

Money, paintings, ID. Anything, I'd figure it out.

[She carries on petting the dog because it's better than reflecting too hard on what she's lost. Not just the dexterity in her hands, but the sharpness in her mind. She used to have the patterns for all the bills locked away in her head, down to the most minute touch. It's all gone now.]

[blonderazorshiv]

Little more high tech than me.

[ He shifts, joining Carla to pet the dog. ]

Crowd control and torture. Muscle, brute force.

[ If you needed someone terrifying, you called Vic Vega. ]

[dignity_misery]

[Rex is clearly elated with all the attention, fluffy tail thumping. Carla would never describe a Reanimate as a pack animal, but they did value their own. She has a pair of brutes.]

Barking and biting.

[Her smile is not entirely pleasant, but that's what happens when her bloodlust gets piqued.]

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Who can blame the pup, after his time stuck in the apartment alone while they were on the not-Titanic? ]

Exactly.

[ There's a chuckle. ]

A guard dog.

[dignity_misery]

[She shifts off of her perch to flop down beside him. Curling up at his side pretty much belies the following insult,]

A pair of junkyard mutts.

[blonderazorshiv]

Off the leash.

[ Said as he shifts to kiss her neck. ]

[dignity_misery]

[Disgusting. Which obviously explains why she's grinning about it. Clearly.]

What leash.

[There are no leashes in this house. Haaaah.]

[blonderazorshiv]

[ None here. That's what he likes about it.

Instead of answering, he just chuckles again and gives her another kiss. ]