but you know what they say about me

[unregenerate]

Who: Meg & various (closed)
Where: Throughout the town
When: The 21st-23rd.
Rating: R for language I'm sure
Summary: Meg is a general pest
The Story:

As usual, she's on the prowl.

It doesn't matter if it's in her own apartment building, or an alleyway a few blocks down. Meg is a silent witness to many things - or she would be if she knew how to keep her mouth shut.

Silence was lame, anyway.

There is this instinctual need to know what's going on at all times. Her fingers are also a little sticky, swiping a prized possession here or a few bills from someone's wallet when they bump into her on the street.

This doesn't mean she's particularly good at what she does. Luck is her very best friend, so close she's able to manipulate it just the slightest. Make someone fumble with their keys if she's inside their house snooping around, or make that light drizzle a complete downpour when she needs a quick getaway.

This is probably more of an annoyance to others than something to fear, but it keeps her alive. That's all that matters in her mind.

And so, she can be seen around town. Throwing out comments and, in general, being a pest that just can't be squashed.

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Castiel

[unregenerate]

There's something about him that demands her attention. She noticed him a while ago, in that ridiculous outfit of his, and he was practically begging for her to follow him.

It's easy enough to stick to the side, keep out of trouble when he gets caught up in a fight. Meg's observing him for reasons she can't even put her finger on, but she doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

She can tell he's about sick of her unwanted presence, and that just fuels her into tagging after him more often.

It's during one of her less busy evenings that she leaves the house, hitting the street and keeping her eyes open for a certain superhero to annoy. She soon spots him and follows him for at least thirty minutes, knowing full well he is aware of her presence. Either he's trying to ignore her, or get her somewhere quiet so he can finally try to get her to leave him alone once and for all.

Either way, she enjoys this game, and makes her best efforts in trying to get a rise out of him. For now, she sticks to the shadows, waiting for him to call her out in the open.

[freewill]

Castiel's been aware of her presence since she started tailing him. But at this point, considering how many times they've been through this before, it seems much easier to simply ignore her.

He has no idea why she's decided that he's worth pestering, but due to the fact that he's never actually caught her in the act of committing any crimes, he hasn't been able to put her behind bars.

No, this mystery woman seems to subsist off of making his nightly patrols that much more difficult, and Castiel finds himself rolling his eyes as he rounds yet another corner, picking up some speed with it.

Granted, all he would really have to do is take flight to get away from her, and he's resorted to that plenty of times in the past. But for the villain he's been tracking, he needs to remain on foot, and so for now he'll have to endure her presence.

At this point it's all up to which one of them can hold out longer. Castiel's stubborn enough to keep his mouth shut for the moment. If she wants to say something, she'll have to just come out and say it.

[unregenerate]

Tonight seems to be her night, because she hasn't lost sight of him yet. If someone were to ask her why he interested her so much...well, she wouldn't give them a straight answer anyway. In all honesty, she can't even pinpoint what fascinates her about him. Maybe the fact he's obviously not human, but there's plenty of that around the city.

Maybe it's the utterly ridiculous outfit. It just cries out for attention, especially hers.

After a little bit more time following him, she really can't take it anymore. Normal people would have given up by now, especially after being so obviously ignored, but not her. No, this makes her more determined to get his attention somehow.

She waffles between trying taking a short cut, maybe head him off somehow, or starting some kind of scuffle in the crowd. The scuffle, while it sounds fun, would be broken up pretty quickly by a few beat cops. So, she decides to try to cut him off.

Hey, even if she loses him, it's not like she won't find him again. Luck is, after all, on her side.

Taking a sharp turn into an abandoned alleyway, she navigates the maze between buildings, following what she considers her gut instinct (but really, it's her power at work) until she reaches a street that looks empty, save for the two men on the corner making what is so obviously a drug deal she has to scoff.

Meg has no idea if she's managed to get in front of him or not, but she decides to stay put for the moment, going over to a parked car so she can perch on its hood. It has no alarm, naturally - this is one of the shadier parts of the city - and she's looking around, waiting to see if she can catch sight of him.

[freewill]

Luck is on her side, which means that it all goes exactly as Meg would want it to. When she takes off ahead of him, Castiel assumes that she's finally given up on trying to get his attention. He's silently relieved and also pleased that his stubbornness outlasted hers.

There's still the whole night ahead of him, though, and so he continues on with his patrol, winding his way through the alleys that are too difficult to see down into from overhead. It can be tedious to search the city block by block like this, rather than flying, but Castiel's used to both methods.

The first thing he spots are the two men who are clearly engaging in some shady dealings. He's about to head right for them and break it up, but as he's moving toward the pair he spots that woman perched on a car further down.

Why is she still here? His mouth, which isn't obscured by the mask, pulls to the side in frustration. He isn't going to let her get in the way of his work, though, and so after a moment of hesitation he steps up to the two men.

Just one sight of him, and one of them fumbles the ziploc bag holding the drugs and then both of them take off in opposite directions. Castiel doesn't see much reason to follow after them, because in the grand scheme of things drug dealing is a petty crime, and so he simply kneels down and picks up the baggie, peering at it curiously.

[unregenerate]

For the moment, she stays right where she is, watching him with something close to curiosity. By now, someone would have at least threatened her or approached her, but not this guy. Too bad for him that only furthers her interest.

By the time the two druggies zip off and he has the baggie in hand, she's right behind him, arms folded over her chest. She speaks without preamble, but it's done on purpose. She likes trying to throw people off.

"Gonna keep that on you, or would you mind if I took it off your hands?" It asked more to annoy him than in any seriousness. She's not stupid enough to give him a valid reason for throwing her to the cops. "Hey, if you like to shoot up in your free time, I won't judge."

[freewill]

Castiel's well aware of her approach, and he'd been expecting it, as there's no other reason that she would be hanging around here other than to bother him. He still doesn't comprehend the reasoning behind any of that. He's a superhero, yes, but there are plenty of them around. His powers may be somewhat unique, but even so, there's little reason for someone to take such an interest.

It makes him wonder if there's some other reason, if this woman is perhaps working a job for someone, and that thought sees to it that he doesn't let his guard down.

He turns back toward her and frowns, shaking his head in response to both comments. "I'll be turning it into the police," he rasps out, his voice pitched low as it always is when he's in costume. It's something he has to do in order to disguise himself, and most heroes (and villains) alter their voice in one way or another, as a precaution.

Time to be blunt with this woman, though. "What do you want?"

[unregenerate]

"Just trying to be friendly, that's all." She gives him a smirk, knowing that it's obvious that's not the reason she's been following him. It would help if she knew why, but she has long since stopped asking herself such things. Going by her whims always seems to work out for her.

"That's boring, keep it for yourself. Resell it. Bet you'd make a killing." She takes a few steps forward, closing the space between them. It's a move she pulls on most of these heroes she runs across, an aggressive one that challenges them to either push her back or step away. It's a silly power move, but one she enjoys. Her eyes make a show of traveling over him, a slow one over that ends when she says - "Nice cape. You get that at a Halloween store?"

Though she's being flippant, she's prepared to step out of the way in case he does go to push her back. Not everyone is a fan of having their personal space invaded.

Tom

[unregenerate]

It's about midday when she raps her knuckles against his door, his (re)sealed mail in her free hand. This is a daily ritual, one she is absolutely amused by.

There's just something about her downstairs neighbor that insists she bother him. It's partially because of his reactions, but mostly?

Well, he's with Jo Harvelle. And if there's anyone she doesn't like? It's her.

She leans against the doorjamb, waiting for Tom to answer the door so she can claim the postman misplaced his late bills (again. What a dick, right?).

Tom

[tom_hanniger]

It's his day off. He just wants to sleep and roll around the apartment in his t-shirt and underwear until Jo gets home. He's got the TV on, playing some mindless daytime shit while he tinkers around the place.

There's a sharp knock at the door and he stops, whipping around to stare at the source for a long second before scrambling to find his pants.

Jogging bottoms will have to do.

And so he answers the door thinking maybe it was something important and stops, shoulders dropping.

Oh.

"Yeah?"

He doesn't mean to be incredibly hostile but Meg seems to have made it her mission to fuck with him.

[unregenerate]

Her eyes give him the up and the down, her mouth curving up into a suggestive smirk. Her mission is to absolutely screw with him, only because she knows he's with Jo. That's reason enough to screw with anyone.

"Now, that's not a very nice 'hello'. Especially for someone who's here to return your mail." She fans out the envelopes, mostly late bills, and waves them at him. "Looks like you're running a little bit late, Tom. Shame on that postman of ours."

Daryl

[unregenerate]

It's always a good day when she can have a run in with good ol' Officer Dixon.

They've had their fair share of incidents, and he's been determined to toss her in jail since the first time she handcuffed him to the stair railing outside the subway.

He just gets so angry, it really tickles her. Gives her a thrill, makes her feel powerful almost. It becomes a goal of hers, to piss him off at least once a week. If it doesn't happen, she just doesn't feel like she's doing her job.

It's one rainy afternoon that she's perched close to a crime scene, watching him with a smirk. She'll wait until he's alone before approaching, and soon the medical examiner steps away, cell phone plastered to her ear.

This seems like as good of a time as any to say hello to her favorite cop. She hops down from her seat, and makes her presence known.

"Hey, Deputy Redneck." She's a peach, really. "Working hard or just screwing around?"

[unsleeved]

The day had started off well enough... Or, well, routine enough that he hadn't been pissed off right out of the gate, and most days that's all he can ask for.

Of course, it can't stay that way, because where's the fun in that? Not ten minutes after making his way into the office he gets a call, and welp, there goes his day of taking care of all the shit piled up on his desk... Alternate universe or otherwise, Daryl Dixon can't catch a fucking break ever.

And so by the time he hauls ass out to the boonies to check out this crime scene- possible homicide is what they'd told him, and not a whole hell of a lot else- he's a little peeved. Honestly he'd much rather be out in the field than doing desk work, but the fact remains that those reports aren't going to write themselves and it'd been hard enough to motivate himself to do them in the first place...

But that's neither here nor there; he's pleasant enough to the medical examiner (pleasantly stiff, like a true professional), and he's almost forgotten his irritation once he gets to checking things out. He likes what he does, really, this part especially. In fact, despite the circumstances, he's even well on his way to being in a slightly better mood... At least until he hears that voice.

"You blind?" He stands and turns to face her, frowning as he slides his phone back into his pocket- he'd been about to call in a few of the things he's worked out, but he sure as shit ain't doing that with this bitch breathing down his neck. "This's a crime scene, you can't be here."

She's got the sense to stay behind the tape, though, which means at this point... He can't actually do much of anything.

[unregenerate]

"Wow, really?" She blinks her eyes in exaggerated surprise as she takes a long look around at their surroundings. "And here I thought you were about to set up a picnic. Too bad."

His bluster doesn't scare her, in fact it motivates her to bother him even more. She stays just behind the tape, a smirk on her face. It would be nothing to just step inside, which his head explode a little, but not yet.

"You're really doing a bang up job here. Cleaning up the streets." She nods her head toward the body, covered but still obvious. Meg has no idea who it is, or what happened, but it's a common enough sight that she isn't that bothered by it. "How many bodies is that in a month?"

[unsleeved]

Explode his head, land her in cuffs... You know. One or the other. Spoilers, it's both.

At her question, he scowls. Yes, thank you, he's perfectly aware of the futile nature of his job, especially here, especially in this city. Things don't ever seem to improve no matter how hard they work... How many bodies this month? Too damn many.

"Classified," he says instead, turning to look at the body and then back to her. "You got a reason for bein' here besides bein' up my ass? Unless you go somethin' for me you best see yourself out."

Because that usually goes over so well... In the interest of professionalism (and not losing his shit at a crime scene), he's trying to be civil, here.

[unregenerate]

That's always her favorite answer. She gives him a look, one that clearly tells him what she thinks of it - classified her ass. "Hard to keep those numbers quiet when it's happening every day."

Also, she may have some contacts in his department. Like she's gonna let that leak.

"What, I can't stop by and say hi to my favorite cop?" Her question is innocent, and she makes it a point to take a step past the crime scene tape, ducking beneath it so she's in the no-no zone. "Bet it's hard, getting evidence out here when it's gross and drizzly."

At that moment, the rain starts to fall just a little harder and she gives him a grin.

[unsleeved]

He scowls. It is hard, thanks for noticing. Especially with that one reporter... Thorn in Daryl's side, not unlike most of the populace here. This city sure would be a hell of a lot nicer if half the people would just up and leave... Too bad that ain't happening; you'd think with the constant chaos and murder and really, really fucked up shit that goes on here, more people would get the hint and get the fuck out. Then again, Daryl's still here, isn't he? Eh, mystery for another time... For now, he's got this aggravation to deal with.

"Yeah? How's about you get out and read the paper then, if it's so easy to find what you're lookin' for- Hey! Back it up--" He takes a step forward, foot slipping dangerously on a patch of mud though he manages to right himself without actually falling. "I don't know what you're tryin' to do here but you need to leave. Now."

The "now" is punctuated with more rainfall, and Daryl mutters a curse under his breath. "Ain't gonna tell you twice."

[unregenerate]

Looking thoroughly unimpressed with his demands, she stays right where she is. Meg isn't that interested in a dead body - there's plenty of them around - but getting him riled up sure is fun.

"You gonna make me, Deputy Dawg?" Her head tilts just the slightest, the challenge obvious in her voice. "Hasn't worked out so well for you in the past, you know."

Not that she gets off entirely scott free - it's always by the skin of her nose. That's usually how it goes, and she's learned to deal with it. It's made her cocky, and maybe she isn't as alert as she should be. Doesn't matter, she can always figure a way out of any confrontation.

Jo

[unregenerate]

It was a slow night. She's hopped from subway to crowded bar to street corners and back again, trying to keep herself busy until ten, when she's supposed to be making a drop off. Her haul is shitty, but that isn't what has gotten under her skin tonight.

Briefly, she's caught sight of Jo, that blonde hair hard to miss along with that self righteous aura she just seems to exude. It annoys Meg, in a way that no others can annoy her.

So, she makes a game out of it. She's pretty sure Jo is following her, trying to catch her red handed in a way nobody else has (or will), and when she manages to get behind Jo it's all she can do to contain herself.

Now anyone else would probably leave at this point, but instead she becomes the hunter. She can't tell if Jo knows Meg is behind her, or if she's just looking for her since she lost sight of the thief, but they both end up in a dark, damp alleyway. Perfect for them to have some kind of showdown.

"Been seeing lots of you today, Barbie." She keeps it casual, hands hooked in her back pockets as she strolls forward to step into the light better. A few days ago, she'd gotten a job, a big one. One that ended with her having a run-in with that asshole ninja guy, so she'd been a little frazzled. She's supposed to drop off the contents of a safety deposit box in some random location, but she can't do that if she's got Little Miss Do-Right on her ass. "You crushin' on me, or is today just extra special?"

[lightgunhustler]

It wasn't at all unusual for Jo and Meg to cross paths -- in fact, they seemed to do it with a frequency that was rather frustrating when all was said and done, but Jo had always been unable to let the opportunity to try and slap the cuffs on Meg while catching red-handed slip away. The cops in this city were good, but not good enough. There were some criminal that were just beyond their reach.

They were bound by rules and protocol. She wasn't. She followed a code, one that had a hell of a lot less to do with red tape.

She drops a hand to her hip as she turns to face Meg -- somehow, she'd managed to get the drop on her. Damn it. She'd be disappointed, but Meg is a woman who loves the sound of her own voice. Jo won't be the least bit surprised if she can get her monologuing.

"I thought it was about time we catch up." Jo smiles thinly, mirthless, tense as she prepares herself for the inevitable fight that's to come. "You've missed me, haven't you? Been awhile."

[unregenerate]

"You know me, not a day goes by that I don't think of your pretty face." Her smile is pure saccharine. She does think of Jo's face, but it's usually not so pretty once she's finished with it in those little daydreams of hers.

While she appears relaxed, really she's on high alert. She can't afford to get into a tussle with Jo, not when she's got something hot on her that needs to be dropped off ASAP. There are worst things out there than her blonde nemesis, but she can't just skip off without making sure Jo is busy doing something else.

"Let me guess, boyfriend troubles? Looking for a little girl on girl action?" It's deliberate, the long look she gives Jo. She learned a long time ago a good way to throw someone off is to make them feel as uncomfortable as possible. "I don't mind, but my standards are a little high."

[lightgunhustler]

"Oh, I'm sure that's true." After all, not a day goes by that Jo doesn't think of the exact same thing -- Meg's face and what it might look like if Jo ever managed to pin her down and take her out of the game for good.

"Sorry, I'll have to disappoint. Don't think I can give you the kind of action you're looking for. I'm all business today, Meg." She grimaces, drawing up to her full height and curling the fingers of her right hand into a tight fist. "So I guess the question is, how much are they paying you for what you've got? Is it worth the beating you're about to get?"

[unregenerate]

"Too bad, you know how I love it when you get all serious at me." The words are easily tossed out, bait for a trap she knows Jo won't fall in to. It's a force of habit at this point, automatic. "You're asking all the wrong questions today, Barbie."

Meg puts on a show of looking as nonchalant as possible, hip cocked out to one side and most of her weight on her back leg. In this position, it would be really difficult to switch modes and run away, but she's got a whole lot of confidence in her abilities. "How about you go think on it a little more and come find me."

[lightgunhustler]

So much of their back-and-forth comes as second nature now. They've been doing this dance for what seems like forever. They both know what bait the other one will take, and what they won't. They know which weak spots to aim for. Yet unlike many relationships, predictability hasn't taken the spark out of theirs quite yet -- small blessings.

"You know, I'd love to, but I'm afraid the rest of my night is full-up." She lifts her chin slightly, haughty, setting her jaw and preparing herself to attack. With most other criminals, she would play defense, let them make the first move -- but not Meg. She knows how Meg works.

"Which means we're doing this now." That said, she launches forward, aiming to throw a hard left hook against Meg's jaw. Maybe a bit aggressive for a superhero, but she's learned to blur the line where Meg is concerned.

fluffs feathers and makes a nest in here

[hypercompetent]

The thing about being a superhero--about putting together a Super Cool Vigilante Detective Agency with your best friend--was that you weren't usually fighting supervillains. Usually, it was thugs who stole old ladies purses, metaphorically and occasionally literally. This was a case of the latter, and Scott, who was busy dealing with actual supervillains, passed the case off to his trusty sidekick, the Spark. Who would groan about being called a sidekick until the end of time, but money was money.

So he was supposed to be looking for a big gangster or something. Someone who just screamed "I belong in Lego Batman as canon fodder", not an evil mastermind. And it's when he's making his way through the city, using his still nigh-unexplainable powers to jump from building to building, he spots a woman reach forward and grab, with almost no pretense, a wallet and what looked like an incredibly expensive watch, from someone's purse. For a minute, he's almost gobsmacked at the fact that the person didn't notice, and then, he's yelling, "Hey--hey, stop right there!" and scrambling to try and catch her. It's rare enough your perpetrator falls into your lap--let alone that she (she!) ends up being entirely different than what you were expecting.

Doesn't make it even remotely close to an easy catch, though. (Maybe it would help if Stiles learned how to be subtle, but no one ever said a spark was that.)

yes good >:]

[unregenerate]

It was out of boredom, really, when she snatched the wallet and watch. She usually goes for bigger game, but it's a slow day and why the hell not? The guy was practically asking for it, his attire and lost expression screaming 'Tourist' to everyone within a five mile radius.

Meg hears the call, but she ignores it. It's easy enough to get lost in the crowd, especially when she's being pursued by someone who doesn't seem keen on keeping his presence hidden. Something stops her from trying to completely lose herself in the sea of people.

A good way to kill boredom is to play a game, no? A little cat and mouse never hurt anyone.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she smirks at him as she side steps behind an old lady, quickly ducking down to keep herself from drawing too much attention when she trips the woman. The ensuing ruckus makes her chuckle and she pops her head back up after she's made it through the ring of people surrounding the woman, taking a quick glance back at the guy.

Is he...she has to pause as she watches him travel. It's not exactly rare to see people scaling buildings with ease, but he seems to be winging it a little too well for her liking.

Okay, backup plan. She trots over to the subway, slipping past a group of loud teenage girls so she can get down in the tunnel.