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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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The smirk was definitely pissing her off. But the offer had her curious. It was very much not what she expected from the encounter. She’d been expecting something… well, horrible. Best case scenario, he let her go. Then police, then… whatever it was large men did to young teenagers in alleys. Never in a thousand years had she considered… a lesson?

Nicole squinted at him suspiciously. Trying to size him up. (Big. But besides that.) Smug. Weird. Frank, which she appreciated. It sort of made her a little more willing to believe him, even if she was a little insulted.

Aw hell, she was too interested to let this opportunity pass without at least seeing what he was about. Nicole may have been antagonistic but curiosity at times had a little more sway. Besides, as far as she could see it was the only way to get out of his grip without raising a fuss. Drawing attention to herself could be dangerous.

… Maybe no more dangerous than allying with the weirdo she’d just tried to steal from.

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Nicole wrinkled her nose at him and grabbed his hand. “I’ll shake but I don’t play nice. Now fucking let me go and prove you ain’t all talk an’ muscle, Frankenstein.”

She was full of fire, he definitely liked that. However long she’d been out here, she’d developed a thick skin. Good, if she was on the streets, she needed it. Xander couldn’t imagine having been in her position at her age–maybe 14? Puberty hadn’t fully kicked in yet, that was for sure. And she stayed quiet long enough to let him make his offer instead of crying rape before he’d even done anything. 

He didn’t pull punches, not even with kids. Kids didn’t like being lied to, and there was no reason to sugar-coat shit for someone like her, that he could already tell. When she shook, he laughed a bit and released her arm. So now he was Frankenstein. “I got a friend I call Frankenstein, his face is all fucked up. Choose another nickname, half-pint.” 

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Standing up, now that she wasn’t going to scream and he didn’t need to look less threatening, he extended an arm. “Where do you wanna eat? I could go for burgers right now, but I’ll eat just about anything.” It had been a while since he’d interacted with a kid–a street rat, at that–but despite all their differences at first glance, Xander could already see a bit of himself in the girl. Maybe his little nickname would earn him her name, too.