Who: Vaughn & Daisy What: First meetings. Where: The elevator. When: Immediately after she busted up Vlad's apartment like a high school kegger. Warnings: Craziness; potential cursing, potential violence, potential touching of Daisy's face for no reason at all.
That had been fun. A useless act of aggression, perhaps, but Vaughn enjoyed it. She liked breaking her enemies' pretty things. And make no mistake, Vlad had seen fit to make himself an enemy of Vaughn's some time ago. But, that had been his choice.
Inside the elevator, Vaughn relaxed against one edge. The boot in her hand was dropped into a corner, and she kicked off the lingering one on her left foot. She'd broken the heel whilst kicking in Vlad's door anyway, so much for functional footwear.
Vaughn looked a little frazzled; her hair was a static shock halo of tangled curls, there were small nicks and cuts on her hands from breaking all of that glass. Not to mention that in her dingy jeans and unshapely hoodie; she looked like some traveling hobo girlfriend. The music box was tucked under one arm, and Vaughn was rifling for her cigarettes again when the elevator stopped suddenly on one of the mid-level floors. The witch blinked up, wary, when the doors opened for someone to get on.