Ｓᴛʀᴀᴛᴇɢɪᴄ Ｈᴏᴍᴇʟᴀɴᴅ Ｉɴᴛᴇʀᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ Ｅɴғᴏʀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Ｌᴏɢɪsᴛɪᴄs Ｄɪᴠɪsɪᴏɴ discussion

The Citadel was an abandoned mental hospital located near Pawling, New York. It was equipped for torture.

Flicking open the flame on their lighter, Julian brushed their hair back from their face, and lit the cigarette in their mouth, before taking in a deep inhalation of the nicotine-ridden smoke. Slowly exhaling, Julian stepped from the motorbike they'd rode like crazy through the streets of New York City, and leaned against the wall of the building, just... waiting, really. All that was going on in Julian's life consisted of Hydra, SHIELD, and boredom. Absolute, pure boredom. And sarcasm.

Heaven, or Gluttony as she far preferred to be called, had been waiting at the Citadel. They all wound up there one way or another, the Seven. It was almost a makeshift headquarters of sorts. The building was equipped for torture, which Gluttony adored. If they ever brought any captives back with them, all the tools they needed were at the ready. As she stepped out of the building and into the soft light, she saw Julian, Sloth, one of her teammates. "Hey, love," she called out in a sing song voice that dripped with pure sarcasm. Of course, she did love all of them, but she couldnt help her sarcastic tone.

Julian delicately plucked the cig from their lips and tilted their head backwards, feeling their hair flatten against the stone wall. It was streaked with red, today - Julian had it coloured every now and then. Upon seeing Gluttony approaching, Julian tilted their head back in acknowledgement, and gave her a typical 'Julian-Sloth' greeting. "Hey, bitch,"came the answer. Julian's crude language was a part of the extremely defined and liberal character Julian had formed for themselves over the years. "We haven't got a meeting, have we?"

Lust had been perched up on the railings above them, sitting and twirling her knife around her fingers as she waited to create some fun with her sister. Julian and Heaven had came in and she began to get a little excited getting ahead of herself. She was getting moody because her sexual desires haven't been replenished recently. As she saw them she carefully and sexually lay on the banister and twirled her bleached white hair, "Hello there," she said as her dress moved in the wind from the broken bordered up window behind her. Her voice was enchanting and always caught the attention of the room without even trying to.

Heaven raised an eyebrow at Julian, a thin grin sliding over her lips, "I dont think so..but then again, I domt pay much attention to those." Then, she turned towards Lust, a smile replacing her grin, "Good aftternoon darling, what are you up to?" she couldnt help the little pet names which slipped through her mouth whenever she spoke to her sisters, as she liked to think of them. Out of habit, she reached back and counted each arrow in her quiver by running her finger over each individually. "Do you know about a meeting or something?"

Julian scoffed upon catching sight of Lust, who was suggestively lying down. "Someone's feeling a bit too open," they remarked, taking in another inhalation of cigarette smoke. Looking back at Heaven, Jules arched a brow back. "Yeah, I should've expected an answer like that," they mused, and exhaled the smoke, the rush of nicotine doing them some good. Julian's hand, that wasn't busy with the cigarette, was repeatedly squeezing the trigger on the empty pistol that was in its holster at Julian's belt. It was getting difficult not to fiddle so much.

"A meeting? Not that I can recall," She said as she stretch out her legs and begun cartwheeling along the railings above. Lust was incredibly flexible and balanced which aids her immensely in combat. "I'm just bored. Ooh! Let's go rob a bank, maybe I can find some man-servants along the way," Lust said with a giggle, "How 'bout it?" She asked. Quinn ran and jumped to the railing opposite her swinging around it till she crouch above it licking her lips at the thought of human interaction.

As she began to cartwheel, Heaven coughed under her breath, "show off" but in a generally lighthearted way. She thought of Lust's suggestion for a moment before speaking, running a hand through her wildly curly hair, "Eh. A bank is so average. Theres nothing exciting there for me." As nice as money was, Gluttony needed more if she were going to start a job. She needed fine wines and rare jewels and one of a kind items. Not a piece of green paper representing what nearly everyone had.

"Sometimes you bore me with your words, Heaven, but in times like these I appreciate your slight intelligence. I couldn't agree more," she said as she sat perched up above filing her sharp elongated nails. "What did you have in mind?" she asked. Lust was always one to flaunt herself whether it was her abilities or appearance she never ran from a crowd. The likeness she'd receive made her satisfied and triumphant.