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girl i wanna kick it with ya

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(little to no voice testing needed)

lilith
borderlands

annalise keating
htgawm

mia fey
ace attorney

sylvia christel
no more heroes

maya*
borderlands

serra*
fire emblem 7

trish una*
jjba pt 5

sayaka miki*
pmmm

voice testing.
(they are all dusty sorry)

hermes costello
jjba pt 6

toni chu
chew

allison mann
y: the last man

kaede smith
killer7

sasha
borderlands

mako mori
pacific rim

gilda
gilda

alexandra trese
trese

* just shipping and no smut for these girls pls

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[Hermes isn't unaccustomed to keeping close quarters-- she and Gloria had shared a room well into their teens-- but, apparently, she's seen too many new cellmates these days to be much enthusiastic about them anymore. There's something about that revolving cell door that's worn on her patience: too many new faces who've posted bail or wound up locked up further in the jail, never to speak to her again. Frankly, it's irritating. Like she's some waypoint instead of an actual presence here. And, at any rate, why should she have to keep serving as the Green Dolphin Street welcome wagon? She's got bigger things to handle than that.

Not that anyone knows it, but that's beside the point.

Her cell door opens. The warden drones her newly-minted roommate's number, then with a heavy clang closes the door up all over again. Hermes barely looks up from where she's idly shuffling a deck of playing cards on her bed. A short, crisp fluttering of cards later, she gives herself a chance for a double-take at Jeanne: taller than her, cute in an off-beat kind of way, an absent look of what she assumes to be helpless, kicked-puppy confusion. Too much of a sweetheart to belong in a joint like this, really; should start taking bets on how long this one'll last. With inquiring eyes, she's looking her new cellmate up and down, and finally she opens her mouth:]

New girl? [Her head cocks slightly to the left.] Hermes Costello. The top bunk's mine, don't say weird shit in your sleep, don't touch my stuff. Keep that in the back of your head and we'll be all right.

[It's not that she's scared. Jeanne has no intention of staying here for too long, so to be scared would be pointless. She'll be in and out of here in a matter of weeks, she's certain, because surely Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation are coming for her. Failing that, she's clever and she has Chariot on her side, so how hard can escape truly be? She's not scared. She's not. But--

Well, it's prison. It's prison in a foreign country, and god only knows how long Jotaro will take before he comes to bail her out (if he even knows she's here), and the concept is terrifying, all right? So maybe she's a little apprehensive as she comes in.

But oddly enough, her cellmate's speech helps. It's not friendly, not in the least, but it does one thing: it sparks irritation in her. Jeanne latches onto that emotion as quickly as she can. Anger is always better than fear.]

How the hell am I gonna stop myself from saying weird shit in my sleep?

[That's a thick French accent she's got, but whatever, the words are all grammatically correct.]

i wanna ruin our friendship / we should be lovers instead

--which is why I'm telling you, for the millionth time, fuck that dude and the rock he crawled out from under.

[Florida's still boring as fuck, as a few months of freedom have proven. Rogue Stand-related ridiculousness aside, this hellstate is still about as dull it's always been; even for a couple of troublemaking chicks there's not much to do on this Saturday night that's not half-paying attention to whatever awful thing they've summoned from the depths of Jolyne's Netflix queue. And yelling about Jolyne's ex. Again.

Hermes huffs, takes a swig of only slightly cheap beer, and swipes at her mouth with the back of her hand. The lipstick, bright, searingly green, smears. Her thumb traces along the borders of her pursed lips.]

Why do you always seem to rope these kinds of winners, Jolyne? [Her arm slings over the back of Jolyne's couch, and her eyebrows knit together as she tilts her head back to meet her friend's eyes.] First him, then-- well, we kicked his ass for being weird, so I guess Annasui's maybe learned to get it together-- but still. You know him.

[She punctuates her statement with a sip.]

Garbage. Men're garbage. We've been over this.

[They've had this argument . . . what, coming up on one jillion times now, Jolyne's pretty sure. Not that she minds much. As far as things go, it's not like she doesn't get where Hermes is coming from with this, it's not like it's the worst argument, it's not like Hermes is even actually mad at her, she's pretty sure. It's just.]

[Damn, does she ever harp on it sometimes. Jolyne sighs and blows her bangs out of her face, frowning sharply.]

We've been over it, but men still exist, so like. Not sure what your solution is here. Ignore them? Not a real feasible solution. Anyway, you keep saying--I find the assholes, except then all guys suck? You gotta pick one.

[Groaning a little, like she's been lifting weights all day instead of mostly sitting on her ass, she slings her legs up over Hermes's lap and waves a hand vaguely.]

If I dump him, more assholes are gonna show up. That's the thing, there's always something else slimy under the rock.

[Should she tell her about the lipstick? She kind of doesn't want to. She kind of thinks it should stay where it is.]

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“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves”

[ ship > smut first time? I'M AT WORK OR I'D FIND GIFS YA NASTY ]

i've been burning in water and drowning in flame
to prove you wrong and scare you away

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girl i wanna kick it with ya

Hermes and Jeanne

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hmu miz costello

hermes is gettin it in this post damn

she deserves it tho lbr

annalise

give me lilith

/eyes that mia journal tbh