@Framing A Moose@Silverstein@DealdricThis dickhead running his mouth looks like he's barely out of elementary school. You can't tell me this guy is leader material. Helena pondered quietly, just as content to listen instead of return fire. Not that the kid was giving her lip yet, but it was always fun to stick it to authority. Then the...thing hopped on his shoulder. At this point, weird shit like this was to be expected. After all, it was a Bureau for the Supernatural, but still, Helena felt as if she smoked a little too much ganja this morning.
"Whoa! Dude! I've seen this movie before!" She laughed flicking her cigarette away, actually in the direction of some dark haired, bitchy looking girl. Must've been that time of the month.
"So are you like Gizmo, or...."Then her eyes trailed over lazily to the woman beside her. Uh...wait! She remembered that jacket! Her eyes narrowed.
"Ohhhh... So you're that dumbass who nearly ran me over. Pedestrians have the right of way, ya know, so watch where the fuck you're going next time, kay bitch?"For a while or so, she listen to them rattle on, but finally she was tired of just sitting back. She swept her feet off the table, letting her chair fall back on its legs with an audible thud, then slammed both hands on the table, as always that
who cares look in her eyes.
"Okay, double 0 dipshits, I'm not much for this agency shit yet, being my first day, so get to the point cause I'm getting bored. Where the fuck is this zombie and when can I light the muthafucka up? Ever since I finally gained control of this...whatever...I'm ready to light shit on fire!" It was clear she wasn't one for professionalism.
