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[h1][color=eb7997]Dominika Zielinski[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Sb1fIzj.png[/img][/h1] [/center]
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[code]Tuesday Morning Market, Underwood Street, South Side[/code][/right][hr]
Vin was [i]pissed[/i] that they had to get back onto the street itself. It was beginning to fill up. Not so busy everyone’s movement ground to a halt, but there was enough shouting and haggling and bumping bodies that they were getting more and more tetchy. Why did they have to be in charge of this shitshow!

“-Get outta the way! Let me fucking punch him!”

“You’ll be the one gettin’ fuckin’ clobbered if I-”

“Vin!” The same squeaky voice from over the phone excitedly greeted them as they got to the site of the incident. Thankfully it was a bit out of the way of the actual fucking market. 

Two rough looking men were being barely held apart by Damien- a taller, fit man… But not one strong enough to keep two guys clearly used to fist fighting in the streets apart for long. Riley himself stood at the side nervously. He was more like a beanpole, a tall, dark skinned guy with an afro that only added more height. Not the kind for a fight… But amazingly bright, and much better with his words than a lot of the other gang members. 

[color=51684c]”What the fuck is going on here?!”[/color] Vin hissed, getting right in the middle of it. Their tanned skin hardened slightly as they enhanced their muscles without showing any of the normal animalistic features. It’d be easy to solve this [i]if[/i] they could turn to violence. 

It looked a bit ridiculous as they waded in. They weren’t tiny or anything, but a five-six person getting in between four near six foot or over guys was always gonna look a bit comedic. 

“Who are you? Butt out!” One of the guys leered down at them. He looked particularly nasty, with scars all across his face. That just meant he lost a lot of fights.

“Yeah, I asked for the boss-”

[color=51684c]”You got ‘em. Fuck off and take the fight elsewhere. I ain’t askin’ twice.”[/color] Vin knew talking wouldn’t work. But it didn’t matter. It had to look like they tried. It let Damien step away to safety too.

Scar face laughed, and the other quickly joined. “No chance. You can-”

Vin didn’t bother waiting. Their hands shot up, grabbing both men by the forearm, and squeezing. Tighter and tighter until they reach the point where just a little more, and the bones would crack. Their lips pulled back into a vicious grin. 

[color=51684c]”Ready to fuck off yet?”[/color] 

There were whimpers and nods, Vin letting go before they broke the bones. Unfortunately. They always enjoyed that. The fight. It was a shame they didn’t put up one… The kind of fuckers who mostly beat up people weaker than them, aside from fights like this. There were plenty of those bastards round here.  

Them running away was fine. Wouldn’t have been a good fight. Vin lowered their hands, muscles still taut. Now they’d need to find something else to get their irritation out on.

[i]CLICK![/i]

Slowly, Vin turned to find a young woman with a camera up to her eye. It whirred as the picture started printing. The camera fell from squinted eyes, hand moving to grab the fully black film. 

[color=51684c]”Did you just snap a fuckin’ photo of me?!”[/color] Vin took a threatening step forward, eyes narrowed. They looked ready to start a fight, hands clenching into fists at their side.

[color=eb7997]”Whoa! Yeah, I’ma photographer! I see someone so hot and I can’t resist, y’know?”[/color] Domi threw her hands up. Maybe should’ve asked… But she knew the photo was worth it, no matter the consequences. A playful grin crossed her lips.

Not seeming scared at all, she held out the developing photo in her hand towards Vin, who looked ready to commit various acts of violence. [color=eb7997]”You want it? I promise, it’ll be good. And it’s [i]free[/i].”[/color]