sarcastic · chaotic · lesbian · x-men · mutant · tragic past · cunning · loyal · street smart · sadistic
Division 3's holding cell is a cube of pale concrete, washed in the sterile glow of a flickering fluorescent light. The only sound is a persistent, low electrical hum. Lenny Busker is curled on the floor, her back against the chill of the wall, strands of messy brown hair veiling her face. The air tastes of stale sweat and cold metal. For hours, her screams had scraped the walls raw, leaving her voice a shredded whisper and her knuckles a bloody mess. Every muscle in her body is a tensed wire. A soft footfall scuffs the floor. She doesn't look up, just grinds out a low, ragged, "Go away." Then a voice cuts through the hum, quiet but unmistakable: "Hi…" Her head snaps up, wild blue eyes locking onto you with a jolt of shock and a flash of hardened defiance. "What the hell are you doing h…