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Post by cas on Feb 14, 2013 7:59:55 GMT -5
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Dresses are unbelievably uncomfortable. There was not one thing that redeemed dresses in Kitty's book. Although they are admittedly easy to wear and she's had had compliments thrown at her for apparently looking absolutely stunning in one, they still make no sense. As far as she's concerned, they're meant as costumes for fancy parties only to be worn once or for a very limited amount of time. And so she happily took her dress off despite the circumstances that brought about such necessity. It was made of red silk that hugged the hips tight for emphasis but it did nothing even remotely flattering to her body because she barely had anything to show, really.
At least the itching had stopped; but the smell stuck to the fabric for as long as the stain stayed there. Kitty whined and purred as she looked down at the expensive dress now wet and shriveled in the sink, and then back up at herself in the mirror of Gotham's restroom. Beautiful, half-naked with teary eyes, drenched in the stink of her own vomit. The no-longer-so-pristine white roses erected within the vase at the corner of the sink caught some of the gunk on its petals, and so she plucked them carefully and threw them into the trash bin underneath.
---A knock on the door. "Occupied," she said, just above a whisper.
There had been something wrong with that Tuna Tartare that made her instantly sick. To make it worse, she completely lost control and hurled at the person beside her whose face she'd much rather forget right now. She knew she had good reason to fear seafood. It always failed her. Good thing it was free--or bad thing, because that's probably the reason why it was fucking rotten or whatnot. "I cannot believe this," she grimaced as she washed her hands under the cold running water, looking up from time to time to check if the doorknob would shake and bring in a stranger to see her in all her glory. Not that she cared at this point. She just hoped it wasn't an important guest she marvelously spilled her guts on, or her singing days at Gotham are done.
Three more knocks on the door gave her a start. "Yeah, give me a sec!" she yelled out. "Ugh!" Having decided to simply call it a night and go straight home, she ignored the now incessant knocking and pulled a thin sweatshirt from her knapsack, pulling it down over her head in a rush.
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Post by aqua2 on Feb 14, 2013 20:56:28 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top]WORDS: 391 TAGS: KITTY NOTES: here's a post<3CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #625C5E;] after finishing up the last keys of the song he'd been playing for the past almost ten minutes, ven stood up from his spot at the piano and gave a the bathrooms a quick glance. a few people at the tables around him clapped a he left the piano bench and made his way over to the far corner of the building. luckily for him, he had a little bit of a break before the music had to start up again. ah, but therein lied the problem, because ven was pretty sure that the lounge singer had been occupying the restroom for a short period of time.
ven had just managed to catch a glimpse of the girl vomiting at one of their guests, although the latter didn't seem too entirely upset about it since he was already almost completely shitfaced drunk to really notice what had happened. but hey, a concerned co-worker needed to know if his singer was going to be joining him anymore tonight, because if she wasn't, ven would have to pick some damn good songs to keep the crowd going. or maybe their boss would be nice and just send him home. either way, ven needed to check up on her.
so once he reached the bathroom door, he gave a light knock, one that was immediately answered with an almost-inaudible reply that the stall was occupied. ven chuckled a little under his breath as he rolled his eyes in a playful manner. but instead of actually answering, he just knocked again, knowing that she'd come out eventually, whether it was because she was finished hogging the room or because he just flat-out aggravated her to the point where she came out fuming. either way worked for him, since both options came to the same conclusion. but in any case, he heard her response and just waited there patiently with a small smile on his face, hoping to at least brighten her mood once she saw who was waiting for her. ven liked to consider himself a good friend for those he actually gave a shit about.
but considering that kitty ran into the bathroom after vomiting, ven wasn't entirely sure that she'd be excited to see him, or anyone at all for that matter. "i'm in no rush, love," he called through the door. "take your time." |
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Post by cas on Feb 15, 2013 2:22:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable] How long was she in there? "What's the plan, kitty cat?" she kept reciting as she nursed her bubbling tummy. It's hopeless. The dress was in no condition to be worn again and it was unlikely the bar kept a spare for their reckless lounge singers who needed a change of clothes. Kitty weighed her options as she stared absently at her phone's clock, her fingers curling and uncurling around the pink bow at the side of her panties while she thought of a plan. She's supposed to be on that stage for two more hours. Perhaps she could give Phoenix a call to bring her that purple halter? The manager hasn't been looking for her, has he? Nope, no missed calls so far. Maybe it's him behind the door, who knows. But the knocks had stopped and a familiar voice called through the door; it was her dear pianist, Ven. Kitty breathed out and managed a small smile, one quickly replaced by yet another yelp of pain. At first she felt maybe she was overreacting, but alas, she could swear her intestines were turning into burning lava churning and turning in her stomach.
Still only in her white sweatshirt and lace underwear, she motioned towards the door and opened it slightly, positioning her body in such a way that only her head could be seen sticking out. She caught a glimpse of the hustle and bustle outside, made surreal by a calming yellow light that tranformed all manners of shiny objects into sparkling gold, even the messy locks of the boy now in front of her who also seemed to glow around the edges. "Awgod, it's you!" she exclaimed wide-eyed, and without thinking forcefully grabbed the silver-haired boy by the collar to join her inside the restroom, thoroughly relieved it's not anybody who's about to give her hell for what just happened.
Always a sight to see, this beautiful creature, the blonde noted thoughtfully as she straightened out the wrinkles on the boy's shirt that was her doing, leaning back slightly to get a good look at him. Even in moments of semi-crisis, there ought to be room for genuine admiration.
Grinning stupidly to mask her discomfort, Kitty gave Ven a light pat on the shoulder before moving back towards the counter with her hands now on her hips. She tilted her head to the right to show Ven the dismal state of her evening gown now floating like a blob of blood in water, imploring him for bright ideas as to what could be done. "You think you can manage without me tonight, pretty boy?"
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Post by aqua2 on Feb 15, 2013 11:30:07 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top]WORDS: 437 TAGS: KITTY NOTES: here's a post<3CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #625C5E;] ven tilted his head slightly, waiting patiently for the door to open. the male glanced around as various people walked past him, just nodding to them as if he were just waiting on line to use the restroom. luckily, no one else seemed to have to go at the moment, so at least kitty wasn't being rushed. ven wasn't sure what he was expecting to find once she actually opened the door. he knew she'd vomited, but whatever else that might have happened was beyond him, as he'd been busy playing the piano in her absence. but it didn't take too long for her to open the door.
the pianist was surprised when he felt kitty grab him by the collar and drag him into the bathroom, which made him laugh a little bit as he stumbled in after her. "my god," ven started with a chuckle, and as he went to brush himself off, he was thwarted by kitty who fixed him up first. he smiled down at her, taking in her appearance. he could smell the faint stench of vomit on his favorite singer, but it wasn't enough to make him nauseous -- he worked at a bar, for christ's sake, people vomited all the time in the bathrooms so it was something he was sort of used to by now.
but kitty was quick to make her way back to the sink, and even pointed out to ven the state of her dress. the pianist frowned a bit at the sight of it, humming lightly to himself. "ah, what a sad ending to such a pretty dress." that wasn't really the most pressing matter right now, though. "you want me to play all by myself, kitten? that's no fun at all." ven wondered faintly if the boss would let them go home early. "we were kept late last night, and i must say, i ended the last song on a damn good note. maybe we can convince him to let us go early and i can walk you home," he suggested, shrugging lightly at the idea. he wouldn't mind going home early since that meant he could go home and get high and fall asleep that much easier. "did you want me to ask, kitten?" ven smiled to himself, pleased with the nickname he'd picked for her long ago when they first met here at one of the employee meetings. he'd found her to be one of the closest things he had to a friend ever since he'd moved to new york. so it made sense, really, for him to want to help out. right? |
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Post by cas on Feb 18, 2013 23:52:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable] "It's dry clean only. I'm a twat," she giggled nervously and then shrugged, not quite sure what to do next. Idly taking her bag, she pulled out her medicine purse and neatly propped two small pills on her tongue with no choice but to dry-swallow.
She has moved on from the hopelessness of the dress. Might as well just throw it in the trash, really. But of course she wasn't going to do that. Kitty was a bit of a hoarder, after all, though she'd never admit it as it would awfully conflict with the devil-may-care code she's been living by. The pain in her stomach has subsided a great deal--only coming in sharp bursts now--since Ven came into the room--well, was dragged in, more like, but no matter. There was something about his presence that calmed the otherwise fiercely dramatic kitten. So calm, in fact, that everything went quiet inside her. Or maybe that was from the pills?
Kitten. She had fallen into a daze but thinly caught that word and her eyelids like shutters swung up ever so gently at the boy, her eyes dancing almost immediately towards his moving lips.
"----play all by myself, kitten? that's no fun at all."
The near-delirious blonde pushed herself up and smiled weakly, tilting her head in mild amusement as her question was answered in a tone that seemed to her suggestive, albeit probably unintentionally. Only a friendly nudge, perhaps. "Is it, now?" she sniggered, then unconsciously bit her bottom lip as she continued playfully, "not used to playing by yourself, are you?" before the boy went on to suggest something even more preposterous she had to let out that brewing laughter. "Walk me home. Oh Ven, you're adorable. It does not suit you!" If not for that mischievous smile plastered on his face, Ven would come off as cold and malevolent to most people. He truly is, to be fair, but whenever something even remotely sweet and nice comes out of his mouth, and the strange innocence with which they are spoken, Kitty couldn't help but think him endearing. "This from a guy who pounded me like a mallard duck," she teased, referring to their drunken escapade that led to a somewhat awkward but undoubtedly interesting meeting at the Gotham, when they found out they'd be working together. What a small fucking world. Quite literally.
"And no, I didn't want you to ask, my dire wolf," she spoke the words slowly, emphasizing the f at the end with an exhalation. "Would be best to do that myself. The prick must know I can't work in just my undies."
Kitty glanced over her shoulder to the left, checking again for the shower room she already knew wasn't there. Slowly she slid back down against the counter and brought her knees to her stomach, resting her chin on them and began to lightly rock back and forth to relax herself. The tiles were refreshingly cold against her exposed buttcheeks, providing odd comfort. "Come sit with me for a bit, will you? Seven minutes till the next set," she said, patting the vacant space beside her. "Got tictacs?"
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Post by aqua2 on Feb 19, 2013 19:53:48 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top]WORDS: 529 TAGS: KITTY NOTES: is it awkward that i got the same word count as you did your last post? also, i love these two xDCODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #625C5E;] ven frowned a bit as he tilted his head at the dress. "ah, well at least it could possibly be saved at some point or another," he answered, shrugging a bit. he supposed that depended on if kitty decided to actually bring it to the dry-cleaners or not. perhaps she didn't have the time or money to do so. clearly ven didn't really know anything about dry-cleaners anyway, considering he never wore dresses to play the piano, since everyone knew that that would just be awkward. he'd probably die if the boss ever suggested a drag queen night or something. ven almost shivered at the thought.
but his eyes moved to watch her as she popped a few pills into her mouth and dry-swallowed. ven wasn't entire sure that that was a good idea, since pills without food or drink and paired with an already upset stomach was never a good thing. but she seemed a little out of it, so he just let it go. kitty's eyes perked back up though at his comment about playing the piano alone just in time to give him her own comment. what she said made him laugh a bit to himself. "of course you'd say something like that, kitten. shame on you~" he said, giving a light chuckle. at least she wasn't dying -- he could tell because she still had a sense of humor.
kitty retorted back again at his offer to walk her home, starting with a compliment that somehow ended in something of an insult. ven found this amusing, letting out a small laugh of his own. "oh come now, i'm not an asshole all the time, love." okay, so maybe he was to people he didn't know or trust. but this was kitty they were talking about -- she was probably the only person that ven actually gave any kind of shit about. but then she brought up their little drunken fun-fest, and he had to laugh at the fact that she brought that up. "using that against me again? you are so awful to me tonight," he teased right back, crossing his arms loosely over his chest.
the male nodded at her request to talk to their manager herself, and gave a shrug in return. "whatever you wanna do. if it makes you feel better, i might have a pair of sweatpants in my locker. they might be big on you, though." there he was being thoughtful again. ven always brought a pair of sweatpants to change into after a long night of piano-playing, especially if he was wearing pants that made him uncomfortable after a while because of..reasons. "i can go grab them for you if you want," he offered. "you know, so you aren't parading around in your 'undies', not that i would mind." he gave her a playful wink.
kitty slid down to sit on the floor, and kraven willfully obliged when she told him to sit next to her. after sitting down, he gave a low chuckle. "i don't have tictacs, but i do have gum. will that do?" the male asked, flashing her that grin of his again that he was so well known for. |
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Post by cas on Feb 28, 2013 5:06:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable] "Ah, well at least it could possibly be saved at some point or another."
Thewolfish boy always seemed to have that look in his eyes; brooding, swimming, as though he existed someplace else other than the present, that only when you stop and stare at him will you catch a glimpse of something private, some secret that isn't quite locked away, only invisible, drowned in noise. Perhaps every word he spoke was calculated, though they'd come out candid and thoughtful, almost shy. Kitty chuckled at his concern, but gave no answer. She needed only smile and shrug.
Lazy fingers brushed against her lips and down her throat, as though the pills could be eased down from outside. "No, no, you are not--" she swallowed, "Only when you are eager to please." Kitty has had her share of assholes. Enough to last a lifetime, really. And a lifetime it shall last, regrettably. She's come to simply appreciate what every other asshole can offer. You gotta make the best out of things, as they say.
Kitty tilted her head at Ven, obviously pleased at his suggestion. It made her want to go home so badly even more. "I like them big" she joked, trying her best to feel better faster. She hated it when she made a fuss about herself, and it certainly wasn't nice being a drag. "Only if you'd join me in that naked parade, baby," she winked back.
Anything that could remove the taste of seafood in her mouth would do just fine. She's gurgled, but public restrooms always had that metallic aftertaste about their water. It's made her throat dry. A glass of water would have been nice, too, but her body felt like jelly and there was no moving quite yet for this missy. "Please and thank you!" Kitty exclaimed cheerfully, imitating a small girl's voice. Of course she regretted it the moment it came out and lowered her eyes instantly, then slowly a chuckle blossomed in her chest and she started laughing. What was it about Ven that made her act so silly?
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