Bianca doesn't like you (provocationist) wrote in _fracture_, @ 2014-02-22 12:21:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | bianca, chapter 1, ivanya, the regent hotel |
Planning Revenge
Who: Bianca and Ivanya
When: Evening
Where: Courtyard
Bianca had had enough time since her run-in with Kennedy to calm down and then get riled up. She’d found the abandoned bottle of champagne after finding a mirror on one of the walls and ensuring her hair was, in fact, in tact. The bitch had put dried flowers or some shit in it which was why it had flaked away in her hand. She had taken herself out into the courtyard and was sitting on a bench beneath a rose bush where she could see the entire courtyard. She had finished half the bottle of champagne and she was buzzing hard both with the alcohol and the fury she felt over what had happened. Her eyes flitted around and through the roses periodically as she attempted to relax into some semblance of herself again and bemoaning the fact she’d lost her vomit-covered Jimmy Choos in the hall. She was muttering under her breath and ripping apart rose petals between her fingers, leaving them in shreds on her lap and all around her.
"Now, what the hell did those flowers ever do to you?" Ivanya asked, stepping up near the bench. She'd seen another new girl out in the courtyard and was a little pissed that she decided destroying the nice flowers was something she should do. It was really the only bit of 'outside' Ivanya got to see anymore and she certainly didn't want some entitled guest throwing their weight around, massacring the roses. "You should cut that shit out. One of them is bound to fight back before too long."
Bianca lifted one carefully sculpted brow at the approaching girl. Thankful for both the fact she hadn’t made her jump out of her skin and that she wasn’t Kennedy. She was quite pretty though Bianca hadn’t paid enough attention to what she’d been saying so she wasn’t sure why the other girl was looking annoyed. She stopped what she was doing with the petal and said, “Excuse me?” Her tone was friendly enough but there was an edge to it. “You’re not here to try to make me believe this is Hell too, are you? Because if you are, you can tell your crazy friend that I got her point. And no more fucking dried flowers in my hair. That was beyond wrong.”
Maybe it was her extremely short maid's outfit. That got her looks like that pretty frequently but Ivanya didn't much care. Now she was intrigued and it showed in the amusement in her eyes. "What friend? I'm not here to convince you this is Hell." Even though it totally was and she'd sold herself to the devil basically, but this girl didn't need seem receptive to that. "But even if it was, what's with dried flowers in your hair? I don't…see the connection to the underworld."
“Some crazy bitch surrounded me with a bunch of stuff while I was sleeping, put dried flowers in my hair, then woke me up so she could watch everything fall on the ground. And apparently enjoy freaking me the fuck out. She did this crawling on the floor thing and said all sorts of creepy shit. I think she might be an escaped mental patient.” Though Bianca was sure that only happened in the movies or whatever. People like that existing in real life? She shuddered and picked up the champagne bottle to drink from it. “I’d steer clear of her if I were you and a guy named Benjamin Asher. What psycho he is.”
Ivanya couldn't help it. She snorted a laugh and covered her hand with her mouth as she listened to the story that Bianca told her. That was hilarious. She needed to meet this person because that was fucking incredible. But then the idea sparked and she grinned even more. "Let's get back at them, then."
Bianca made a face when Ivayna laughed though, if she’d been hearing someone else talk about having gone through what she just had, she’d probably laugh her ass off. It was neither here nor there because vengeance was suggested. She sat forward, hands on her knees and a grin on her face. “I like the way your mind works. Come, sit, tell me of devious deeds,” she said and picked up the bottle again, this time so Ivanya could sit beside her on the bench. She had very little imagination about those things herself so she hoped that this girl would have some extremely clever and wicked ideas for revenge.
Ivanya grinned and moved to sit beside Bianca, her skirt providing very little coverage for her skin on the bench. "Well, there are plenty of things you can do, if you know the right people. And lucky you, you do." She leaned back against the back of the bench and held her hand out for the champagne. "But it'll cost you. And more than just some of that champagne. I may come to you for a favor at some point and I wanna know you'll take it, no questions asked."
Bianca wasn’t necessarily attracted to girls. She’d experimented, like you do, but she wouldn’t have said they were her preference. However one look at Ivanya’s barely covered legs and she had the sudden desire to touch them. She had obviously had far too much to drink and both of those thoughts combined made her giggle for seemingly no reason. Though she controlled herself enough to listen to what the other girl had to say. She handed Ivanya the bottle and continued to listen, smiling mischievously. “What kind of favor are you talking about or is that a question I’m not allowed to ask?”
“You can ask it, I just don’t have an answer for you right now. The favor will be whatever I want the favor to be when the time comes.” Taking the bottle, she took a long sip of it and then looked back at Bianca. “So do we have a deal or should I take my plotting elsewhere?”
Bianca’s mind probably should have registered a red flag here but her mind didn’t always seem to care when things were as dubious as this deal she was about to make. She shrugged, pushing out her lips in an expression that said, “Why not?” She put a hand on one of Ivanya’s exposed knees and nodded. “If we get that bitch back and I mean real good, then yes. You have yourself a deal, darlin.”
Oh? Well, hello there. Ivanya smiled a little more at the feeling of Bianca's hand on her knee and went to take another long sip of the champagne, very happy to let her keep her hand there and proving it by shifting a little closer to her in the process. "Fine, then we get her back. Now, what does this one look like? You got a name off her or just get scarred for life instead?"
Bianca was excited now, thinking about the look on the girl’s face when they got revenge. The hand on the knee had been an idle gesture. She forgot where her hand was a moment later and didn’t move it, even when Ivanya shifted closer. Which was fine with her. It never hurt to sit close to another beautiful girl. It maximized the hot factor for anyone looking on. “Holy hell, no I didn’t stop to get a name. She’s batshit crazy. Shorter than me, which is saying something, and very dark. Dark hair and eyes. Dark makeup too I think. A look in her eye like an escaped mental patient.”
"Ok, I'll be on the lookout then. And I'll start plotting revenge." She smirked at the thought, thinking that she could easily try and rope some of her father's inventions into this as well. He'd never even notice they were gone as long as they weren't the one he was working on currently. "And her friend? Are we getting revenge on him too?" She asked, reaching out to twirl Bianca's hair around her finger.
Bianca might have thought the hair twirling was unwelcome since they’d only just met but she was too distracted by thoughts of revenge that she hardly noticed. She squeezed Ivanya’s leg gently without thinking about it. “We so should. He deserves it too.” She let go of Ivanya’s leg then to reach for the champagne bottle with a little hiccup that made her giggle. “Where did you come from anyway? You’re diabolical. I like it.”
Ivanya liked this girl. She was cute and she was into her revenge ideas, which just made her smile even more. "I've been here a while. Came from somewhere else, just like all of you, but this place is my home now. Whatever, doesn't really matter because I am diabolical and you should be glad you're on my good side. As for what we're going to do about our frenemy, we need to know what makes her tick first. What freaks her out. It's too easy to do what she did, pull a traditional horror movie move.”
Bianca giggled as Ivanya literally explained where she’d come from and had she not liked Ivanya too, she might have said something snarky in an attempt to make her feel stupid. But she enjoyed Ivanya already. “You could say the same about me,” she said. “My bad side is the biggest bitch.” Bianca thought for a moment about what might actually scare someone as crazy as Kennedy. “Well it worked on me but I woke up to it. That would not have happened if I hadn’t thought my hair was falling out either. What if we drugged her so she had to wake up trapped in something coffin like. Think she was buried alive or something?” She pursed her lips and shook her head at her own idea. “Nah, she’d probably like that. Hm…”
"Very possible," Ivanya said, though she was starting to think that just trapping her in some sort of coffin contraption would be even scarier than waking up there. Like an old-school horror flick scene. "Could take some time to get something like that together, but we might be able to make that work. Lucky you, you've met the most resourceful girl in this damn hotel," She said, giving Bianca a smirk. "The two biggest bitches, working together. Sounds nice."