There's no slipping out of this now. Or, if there is, it would come at a cost, and it's not one that she's willing to pay. So Joker goes still down on the ground where she got dumped after not being able to get one up over Ginko, hair falling messily over her face. For once, not picture perfect.
If she's going to be pulling in on all her power... She can ease up on some of the stuff she's done just for fun.
"Wotcha think it is, Ginko?" she asks, struggling to pule a smile onto her face. But it's strained, dark, pulled tight as her brain races to think of what she can possibly do in this situation. What can she even say? What lie would be good enough? It's Ginko, ever cautious and wary and who hardly ever believed her even when she was telling the truth. There's no good answer, but maybe something that will incline Ginko to decide it's not worth fighting her over. "Just a lil' pain medication, somethin' ta sell on the side. All of ya are really makin' it hard for a decent girl like me ta make a livin'."
It's not true from the first word, with Joker's mind just running a mile a minute with whatever she can come up with. But all she can hope is that Ginko lets it slide, doesn't look too or think too hard or know the medication's name.
Because of course it's not painkillers. Those... They can live without, her and her family. Pain isn't anything new, and they make do with over the counter shit. Most of the time, it's nothing big - just her, or Dagger, or Beast, their missing limbs aching. They can survive that. And Doll, when her injured face aches, she claims the same, although they all fuss regardless.
But sometimes... Sometimes there's infection, to worry about. Stuff where it's a coin toss on if it'll get better or worse, and, if it's the latter, they can't afford to go to the hospital to get it treated. Hell, Doll is such a bleeding heart, she'd no doubt hold it in for as long as possible, and it'd be even worse.
So... Joker takes things into her own hands. She's been taking things into her own hands for years, and, the last three, it's just been a little different. The lie she spins is that she's found a nurse willing to sell her things on the side. A bleeding heart with an empty wallet that needs filling.
But this is the truth, and she doesn't now how she's going to snatch it out of Ginko's hands again. Not yet. Just - give her a couple of seconds.
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There's no slipping out of this now. Or, if there is, it would come at a cost, and it's not one that she's willing to pay. So Joker goes still down on the ground where she got dumped after not being able to get one up over Ginko, hair falling messily over her face. For once, not picture perfect.
If she's going to be pulling in on all her power... She can ease up on some of the stuff she's done just for fun.
"Wotcha think it is, Ginko?" she asks, struggling to pule a smile onto her face. But it's strained, dark, pulled tight as her brain races to think of what she can possibly do in this situation. What can she even say? What lie would be good enough? It's Ginko, ever cautious and wary and who hardly ever believed her even when she was telling the truth. There's no good answer, but maybe something that will incline Ginko to decide it's not worth fighting her over. "Just a lil' pain medication, somethin' ta sell on the side. All of ya are really makin' it hard for a decent girl like me ta make a livin'."
It's not true from the first word, with Joker's mind just running a mile a minute with whatever she can come up with. But all she can hope is that Ginko lets it slide, doesn't look too or think too hard or know the medication's name.
Because of course it's not painkillers. Those... They can live without, her and her family. Pain isn't anything new, and they make do with over the counter shit. Most of the time, it's nothing big - just her, or Dagger, or Beast, their missing limbs aching. They can survive that. And Doll, when her injured face aches, she claims the same, although they all fuss regardless.
But sometimes... Sometimes there's infection, to worry about. Stuff where it's a coin toss on if it'll get better or worse, and, if it's the latter, they can't afford to go to the hospital to get it treated. Hell, Doll is such a bleeding heart, she'd no doubt hold it in for as long as possible, and it'd be even worse.
So... Joker takes things into her own hands. She's been taking things into her own hands for years, and, the last three, it's just been a little different. The lie she spins is that she's found a nurse willing to sell her things on the side. A bleeding heart with an empty wallet that needs filling.
But this is the truth, and she doesn't now how she's going to snatch it out of Ginko's hands again. Not yet. Just - give her a couple of seconds.