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Post by Cyb on Oct 6, 2007 23:06:09 GMT -5
"Pffff..." The girl blew a stray lock of hair out of her face. Well, at least she'd gotten here, right?
Luyu was sitting on the stoop of the hostel, sneaker-clad feet idly kicking at the little stones loosened from the sidewalk, dust clinging to the bottom of her jeans. The sun made its way out from behind a passing cloud, and she winced. Nnn... a little too bright, I'm gonna burn.
A kid walked buy, gauged ear piercings, headphones around his neck blasting metal, and she grinned, now having a beat to kick to.
She'd been lead here by possibly the strangest homeless man, ever, but she hadn't seen him around since. She hadn't really seen anyone of notability around since. It hadn't been THAT long, or anything, but she'd been busy... doing whatever odd job she could. Painting doors, washing dishes, just trying to save up to actually get an apartment.
She yawned, leaning back on the wide stone railing that followed the stairway up to the door.
"Bored...."
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Post by Rip on Oct 6, 2007 23:16:12 GMT -5
Boredom was not a good sign for the dangerously reckless, especially when that person happened to be excessively overworked and didn’t have an article due for weeks. With nothing to occupy her refried brain, the girl left her apartment (adding two new ashy blotches to her curtains before that, both which were not quite accidents) dressed casually but not exactly shabby in a black tank top and faded blue jeans that could use a sewing job on the left knee. Her hair was actually behaving today, and she rewarded its adoring behavior by throwing it back in an uncaring bun and letting strands too short to fit in the tie drag across her back. A classic example of the modern female- sure. Her socks were too short, hardly reaching over her heels and her cheap clearance section shoes were trailing laces off the right foot. Lee made no movement to bend down and fix it, confident in her grace and balance. Or too lazy. Yeah, the later was probably correct. In her mouth was the clear, empty plastic of a pen, and between her fingers twirled the completely filled cartage; where the metal tip and cap went too no one would ever know.
Lee was bored.
Down the sidewalks she continued, feeling hot blooded but confined. Where was Pale? She wished her skinny, mental case of a roommate would show up and give her an excuse to do something stupid, but she hadn’t seen him for a few days. She might be worried if his spurs of inexplicit absences didn’t happen so frequently. Right now, she only cared about him not being here and not giving her something to do.
Off handedly, she remembered being kidnapped by fucking Taxi and suddenly wished she had his obedient goons at her disposal. She’d certainly be able to think of something more exciting to do now rather then making them dance.
“Screw this.” The girl grumbled loudly, causing a few passerbys to stare, and walked by a girl on a stoop. Ohohohoh, this could be turned interesting. Lee hardly saw the chick before leaning down and drapping one arm over the railing, the other on her arched back. Grinning down at Luyu, twirling the cartage. "Sup, slut?"
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Post by Cyb on Oct 8, 2007 14:09:14 GMT -5
Luyu lay there for a few minutes longer, the pale brunette draping her arm over her face in order to try and shield SOMETHING from the sun - at least to avoid a few freckles anyway. People were scuffling by, as always, and nothing was really changing. But what did she expect, living in a homeless shelter? At least nobody'd tried to shank her or anything - actually, that was mean. A lot of the people that lived around her were very decent.
"Sup, slut?"
"Nn?" one greenish eye opened from under the crook of her elbow, her arm sliding away from her face to help heave her up to an angular sitting position underneath the bending stranger. What... do you DO in a situation like this? "Er, hey," she rearranged herself, dusting off the side of her T-shirt, "Nothin'. Bored, you?" The young woman watched her twirl the ink. I don't think she's livin' in HERE... maybe in one of those apartments down a way.
The girl was about her height, and for some reason the shortness made her happy. "Name's Luyu. What's yours?"
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Post by Rip on Oct 8, 2007 19:02:59 GMT -5
"Nuthin'." The girl replied, standing straight up and cracking her back a few times, grinning at the release. Goddamn things were so boring. Her light eyes trailed down the street. "Thinkin' I'll maybe pole dance. My name is Madonna." Having no idea why she just lied about her name, the girl felt bad soon as Luyu said hers (which was obviously the truth, judging by how this chick was acting), and decided to reconcile herself. But, HEY WAIT, Luyu sounded almost similar to-
"YOU STOLE THE FIRST LETTER TO MY GODDAMN NAME!" Lee jumped atop the steps, looming over the verticlly challenged homeless, arms crossed and scowling. She concidered for a second and then, BANG, she backed off, hopping down like nothing weird happened at all. "I'm Lee. Still thinking about pole dancing though. But I might get raped- HEY Luyu, do me a favor. If I get raped and or molested please call 911 and scream FIRE, got it? Not 'rape', FIRE." The mention of flames caused a pins and needles sensation in the tips of her fingers, and she twirled the ink faster, wishing she had a match.
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Post by Cyb on Oct 8, 2007 19:17:46 GMT -5
She felt a bit relieved when the girl finally stood up, giving her spine an impressive crack that caused Luyu an inner-twitch. Too much of that sound drove her nuts, but thankfully, she didn't let anyone on to that fact anymore...
Madonna? She grinned in spite of herself, showing of some pointed canines. Well, either she's ALREADY a stripper or she's just nuts. But, oh wait, now the girl had jumped up onto the stairs about halfway up, causing her eyes to widen and not much else since she was a bit surprised. Blink, blink. I stole... what? Oh shit, I'm gonna get SHANKED.
Before she was able to give more serious thought to running, Madonna with an L had leapt back onto the sidewalk, and announced her name was Lee. THAT one was most likely the truth. And... now she was talking about the theory of consequence behind pole dancing.
Nodding stupidly, her mind finally snapped to attention - well, at least this was something to DO. "Right, because nobody runs when they hear 'rape,' they only run to see the pretty fire. But if someone tries to molest you..." she paused, her brow furrowing in thought. How can I keep this going? "You can always beat them with your stiletto heel."
Oh, right, the earlier thought. "So, d'you live in there," she gestured nonchalantly to the homeless shelter behind her, "And I just haven't seen you, or do you just live nearby?"
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Post by Rip on Oct 8, 2007 19:43:17 GMT -5
Shit, lighting the pole on fire and THEN dancing on it would be so fucking sweet- oh man that was the most ingenious idea she heard all day! This Luyu chick was obviously a revolutionary- of course she had nothing on Pale but DAYUM. "Fire is pretty." She said nonchalantly, rubbing her chin for a moment before turning around and asking "Got a match? Not a lighter, I can't use those stupid things."
Did she live here? HERE? At the homeless shelter? Lee looked a little insulted, crossing her arms and shaking her head, deciding to shrug off her displeasure because she didn't want to insult this girl she didn't know but had an idea she might like. "No. I have an apartment about 20 minutes from here. I'm just taking a walk because I feel like a dog on a leash and my roomie is off somewhere." Then, a little hopeful, Lee looking almost beggingly. "I don't suppose you've seen a tall, skinny blonde haired guy walking around? Possibly bearfoot and in boxers, or maybe fully naked. Kinda looks like a stoner? ...ok if I really poledance do you promise you will defend me from the masses of men who may try to sexually assult me while I'm hanging in vulnerable positions from a pole?"
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