honk honk; ( Living in New York, you see the Weird Shit™. The most eccentric of buskers, of crime lords. Hell, you see Gina Linetti, and that's just another level of Batshit Insane.
But even New York doesn't drop people into Colosseums and surround them with evil clowns. It probably could, don't get her wrong, but it doesn't usually happen to Rosa Diaz. Mostly because anyone with two brain cells to rub together remains nice and scared of her. There's the customary, wide-eyed blink of a newbie as she takes in the sight of this alien landscape and the truly strange scenario she's been dumped into before Rosa whips out her gun from her holster and points it directly at a clown that starts squeaking its way towards her. )
Hands above your head!
( Monster Evil Clowns, as it turns out, are pretty much deaf to police orders, and the next squeaky step echoes through the Colosseum. It's also the cue Rosa needs to empty a couple of shots right into the clown's knee.
Squeak squeak, motherfucker. )
missing something; ( It may be hard to tell that something is wrong with Rosa at first. She's glaring. She's quiet. Those two things aren't particularly unusual in and of themselves. But if you attempt to talk to her, or even approach her, you might notice that the silence is deafening.
No, really. She can't even groan in annoyance at your continued existence in her space because she has no voice.
On the bright side, she does have a pen and a pad of paper, so - if you're brave enough to approach the glaring woman in nothing but black and leather despite the desert planet - she will hold up a finger and scribble onto the pad:
rosa diaz; brooklyn 99
( Living in New York, you see the Weird Shit™. The most eccentric of buskers, of crime lords. Hell, you see Gina Linetti, and that's just another level of Batshit Insane.
But even New York doesn't drop people into Colosseums and surround them with evil clowns. It probably could, don't get her wrong, but it doesn't usually happen to Rosa Diaz. Mostly because anyone with two brain cells to rub together remains nice and scared of her. There's the customary, wide-eyed blink of a newbie as she takes in the sight of this alien landscape and the truly strange scenario she's been dumped into before Rosa whips out her gun from her holster and points it directly at a clown that starts squeaking its way towards her. )
Hands above your head!
( Monster Evil Clowns, as it turns out, are pretty much deaf to police orders, and the next squeaky step echoes through the Colosseum. It's also the cue Rosa needs to empty a couple of shots right into the clown's knee.
Squeak squeak, motherfucker. )
missing something;
( It may be hard to tell that something is wrong with Rosa at first. She's glaring. She's quiet. Those two things aren't particularly unusual in and of themselves. But if you attempt to talk to her, or even approach her, you might notice that the silence is deafening.
No, really. She can't even groan in annoyance at your continued existence in her space because she has no voice.
On the bright side, she does have a pen and a pad of paper, so - if you're brave enough to approach the glaring woman in nothing but black and leather despite the desert planet - she will hold up a finger and scribble onto the pad:
WHAT? )
wildcard;
( Or leave me something else! )