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Post by cas on Mar 2, 2013 17:09:16 GMT -5
A bunch of youngsters lined the brickwall just outside the establishment. Some crowded to form messy circles, wisps of cigarette smoke rolling up to thicken the fog hovering like a dark cloud above them, warm bodies absorbing New York City's accummulated heat in the asphalt and taking them in like life force as they inhale and exhale their poison of choice in almost divine unison. Some sappy love song could be heard whining away from underneath someone's earphones. Kitty found herself standing right beside a rainbow-haired chick who belonged to a mixture of the vampiric-industrial-goth subcultures. Sure enough, blood, most positively from her shattered eardrums, or whatever shit kids happen to fill their ears with these days, slid down the sides of her cheeks to form a smile that isn't quite. One of madness, in fact, possibly caused by extreme loneliness. It's a fad among teenagers these days: see who's sad and desperate enough and earn the most friends out of it or lose the few he has left and finally kill himself. It's usually the girls, of course. They just care more. About every little thing, it seems. "What the fuck are you looking at?" Miss Rainbowlocks cried, her lips cradled melting teeth and gums that smelled of peppermint, smoked fish and cheese. It would suck to be that gum rolling around her tongue right now. Oh, how I pity you, gum. "Love the lip ring," Kitty shouted happily, rocking her head slightly like a slow-revolving planet to further express her approval. The girl adjusted one of the big furry things so a bit of external auditory stimulus could come in, and then pulled a face to acknowledge her comment. Sort of like a yeahalright-shrug. The tacky jewelry was a disgusting shade of pink, painter-over metal, rusty and gritty where they no doubt shouldn't be if she bothered cleaning it. She'll most definitely get an infection, based on her obviously poor hygiene, but of course she knew that. Something else was simply more important. Like looking cool. It's a golden rule. "You're bleeding, by the way," Kitty continued, tracing her own cheeks to tap on humans' monkey-see-monkey-do reflexes. The girl touched her face with eyes still on Kitty, crassly grinding that gum to an inch of its life between her yellowed molars. Slowly her gaze shifted towards her fingers, examining them, and then a grin formed that blosssomed into a maniacal chuckle. Then she licked each one as though she was sucking a cock. Very classy. "That's nice," Kitty rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall to finally light her self-rolled joint. She crossed her arms against her chest and waited for someone to haul her back in to perform again. For now, she could close her eyes and just float. __ ooc: super late and all over the place. forgive me, love.
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Post by skull0 on Mar 7, 2013 18:40:25 GMT -5
Eyes darted to a sickly looking woman while Bailey passed her in worming his way nearer a familiar presence. "Making friends?" The bluenette grinned. Almost at whim, the young man grabbed at his friend and pulled for her to follow him back into the crowd. Like a trip through Wonderland, with assorted folks and warped perspectives the boy continued until he found them a lonely booth a reasonable distance from the others. "Are you too busy?" He chirped, knowing the blonde wouldn't say no to the spread he'd ordered for the table. "We're getting smashed tonight whether you're working late or not." He had decided. So far, Bailey was having a great week, and Kitty's 'priorities' weren't gonna fuck it up for him.
He plopped down, wiggling a bottle in front of her with a dastardly grin. "Besides, I think you perform better when you're drunk."
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Post by cas on Mar 23, 2013 4:04:02 GMT -5
Well that gave her a start. There wasn't even time to answer! Cigarettes were scarcely allowed within the premises, but supposed nobody had even noticed them dash past with the speed by which she was flung, and the stub must have landed on some gentleman's hair, quickly extinguised by a crystal glass of water.
She broke out into a hearty laugh upon being seated, her chest rising and falling as she began to sober up, breathing quite heavily at first and then released a warm breath whilst she gave the blue-haired monster a good looking over. "You get me into the prettiest troubles. I like pretending you give me no choice in the matter," she said curtly, biting her lip and throwing him a wink. "Does anyone ever even dare say no to you?" she teased, grabbing the bottle dangled in front of her and popping up the lid to baptise the first chug. Clumsily wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she tilted her head and let out a vulgar chuckle most unfit for a lady in a pleasant evening gown. "You don't perform at all sober!"
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Post by skull0 on Mar 26, 2013 11:12:52 GMT -5
Kitty had always been his delight. If he were anymore of a queer, he would feel comfortable calling her his hag. But he was far too attracted to her and the trouble they made together to title her something so platonic. Leering eyes admired her cleavage from across the table--though not the most defined he noticed her ample breast every time she laughed like a barbarian. "I started a bit without you," he spoke honestly, which really shouldn't have been much of a surprise considering his semi-sloppy behavior. Even his gentle chuckle seemed crass as it grated through his teeth from the roof of his mouth. "Speak any louder and everyone here will call me a rapist." A bottle was tipped toward her--who needed the formality of glasses, anyhow? He threw it back, treating this place like a typical divebar.
"Then again, maybe I am." Arm extended to hand her the bottle. "Though, I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate me sleeping around." Brows quirked upward, waiting for his female companion to respond to this news.
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