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Joanie Wicker | The Wicked Witch of the West ([info]wickedwicker) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-07-16 11:46:00

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Entry tags:glinda, wicked witch

Who: Gabby and Joanie
What: A chance meeting
Where: Starbucks
When: Mid-morning, probably around 9:30 or 10
Warnings: Swearing, cattiness, rhaeg, and any other nonsense Joanie comes up with.


At Hot Wire, nobody even bothered to hide the pecking order. As the youngest there, Joanie was always immediately saddled with the unpleasant and mundane tasks. If something broke, she got to try and fix it before ending up drenched, pinched, or zapped and needing to call a professional. She was in charge of inventory, and ran the autoclave more times in a day than the other artists usually did in a week. Though it frustrated her, she was able to at least grasp why this was - everyone else had already paid her dues, and she still owed them.

So that was why she found herself on the street when she should have been working, making a beeline for the nearest Starbucks. Old Sol and Heather had gotten to work that morning craving coffee and muffins. After bonding over this strange coincidence, they turned to Joanie and placed their orders. Old Sol had given her the money to cover all three of them, leaving her to simply get the goods and bring them back.

Normally, she wouldn't have minded this as much. After all, she got to take a walk away from work, which was always nice, and she was still getting paid. Add that to the free coffee and muffin she was slated to get, and Joanie was looking at the sunny end of a sweet deal. But it was hot, and the heat always made things worse. Luckily, the bruises on her arms had faded enough to allow her to wear T-shirts again, though she still ghosted her face in makeup. It was the bruise over her nose that had stubbornly refused to leave completely, leading to a peachy coating over her nose and cheeks.

Entering the Starbucks, she tried to ignore the feeling of all those little pairs of bohemian eyes on her as she strutted towards the counter. She fit the bill for the sort of indie wanna-be that frequented these places: black shirt, dark jeans, dark hair worn down, and ridiculously pale skin. As she crossed the shop, she noticed that most people there actually fit that "type." Most of them had computers, though some of them had books, and there was even a guy with a scarf in this heat. She resisted the urge to walk up to him and punch him in the face.

As she approached the counter, she noticed that there was one person there that seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. A giant mass of blonde hair stood in her way, seemingly existing for the sole purpose of being a road block on Joanie's quest for breakfast. With an irate sigh, Joanie cleared her throat and raised her voice slightly. "Uh, excuse me?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest. "Are you in the line, or not?"



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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-16 03:00 pm UTC (link)
"Good," she said. At least that was one crisis averted. She deserved a medal. When Gabby began going on about education, Joanie sighed. Knowing things didn't mean anything if you couldn't do something with them. They knew what Finn had done, but that didn't change the fact that she was off their radar. They knew that Dracula was a killer, but there was no evidence. Knowing a cop in real life had taken a lot of the magic out of catching bad guys. Sometimes you just couldn't.

As she rolled her eyes and began to snark, Joanie bristled. Once again, she felt that urge to beat her senseless. But she refrained. "I'm just telling you what's going on, some of us didn't have that luxury," she hissed. "And if you hate everyone so much, then why don't you just pick up and leave? We don't have a great party scene, and from what I understand STDs aren't a problem. So there isn't much to attract you."

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[info]i_luv_shoes
2010-07-16 03:05 pm UTC (link)
"I never said I hated everyone. I don't hate anyone," Gabby scoffed, grabbing a few napkins from the dispenser to wipe up an area on the counter where a bit of coffee spilled. "It's just that very few people have been welcoming or even pleasant." And sure, she understood that there was some fucked up business going on but she was tired of getting screamed at to leave and then regarded as an imbecile when she didn't, and yet the screamers then retreated to their apartment in the building they claimed to hate. "I already told you why I'm not leaving just yet. And I've never had any STDs but thank you for being so interested in my health." For the love of Buddha, what was with this girl? She hadn't changed a bit.

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-16 03:10 pm UTC (link)
Anybody that said they didn't hate anybody was full of shit. Joanie scoffed at Gabby's claim. When she began to belabor the point that she wasn't leaving, Joanie rolled her eyes. "Okay. Fine. It's not my call to make. Just don't you ever say that you weren't warned." She huffed at the flippant comment about her health. "Actually, I am," she said, squaring her shoulders slightly. "Which is why I told you all of this instead of just giving you a pixie stick and telling you to have fun." Christ, didn't this bitch realize how much help Joanie was giving her?

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[info]i_luv_shoes
2010-07-16 03:22 pm UTC (link)
"It's true!" You fucking moron. Except she didn't tack that onto the end. "I don't even hate you, although I'm sure you think I do." Joanie's life was full of hate and blackness and dark things and emo, so why wouldn't she assume that everyone was out to get her? But for Gabby, there was no reason to hate another person right now. "And you can hate me as much as you want. I know anything else would be too much of a stretch for you."

Oh, how nice. Someone was 'interested' in her health. "You really are?" Gabby asked, showing disbelief. "Because you sure do have an odd way of showing it." Leaving was not an option right now. Maybe she actually wanted to belong somewhere. She had taken care of Isobel and she had been glad to do it - not just because it made her feel good, but because the results could have ended up saving the girl's life. Maybe no one wanted Gabby around, but she had helped someone. And she would get to do it again because it seemed like selfless acts of kindness were far and few in between in a place like Bellum Letale.

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-16 03:38 pm UTC (link)
Oh, Gabby didn't hate her? How great. Her life was so much better now. Resisting the urge to spit on her, Joanie reeled back, muscles rigid. "News flash, princess. I don't care enough to hate you." That was a lie. Joanie was full of hate at the moment, the point where she was ready to burst into flames from it. But she wasn't about to admit that. Oh no. She was too proud.

At Gabby's disbelief, she bristled. Not caring about how this might have looked, she took a few steps closer, until they were merely inches apart. The makeup covering Joanie's bruise would have been painfully easy to spot from such a short distance, all the cracks and flaws visible. "Odd? Doesn't even begin to cover it," she said, her voice whisper-soft. "And you'd better get used to it, princess. Because it's your reality now."

Clenching her jaw, she pulled back, turning on her heel and walking angrily to the cashier. Thankfully, other customers had distracted the girl so she hadn't witnessed Gabby and Joanie's little discussion. She was perfectly pleasant as Joanie placed her order and subsequently waited, three muffins in hand.

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[info]i_luv_shoes
2010-07-16 03:43 pm UTC (link)
Princess? Gabby just laughed. "Get over it, Joanie," she remarked as she shouldered her purse, her coffee in her other hand. "You have no reason to act like this. But you're full of pent-up rage, obviously, so if you want to make me the target, go right ahead." Gabby hadn't even done anything. She would be willing to let bygones be bygones, as she couldn't even remember why they were fighting in the first place, but clearly the other girl did not want that, and wanted to stew and hold a grudge for an eternity. "Maybe you should get used to it too. Because it's your reality as well."

She shook her head, fishing in her purse for her sunglasses, and then went to leave Joanie to her own angry devices.

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