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emyli parker is addicted (rudeandcrude) wrote in light_of_may,
@ 2011-08-23 13:00:00

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2009-08-20, delta, emyli

and you show up late for school
WHO | Emyli and Delta
WHERE | Anywhere But Here
WHEN | Evening

Today was just like every other day off for Emyli. The Dream Eater had spent most of the night drinking out and about. She couldn't really remember where she had started or with whom, all she knew was that she had woken up at what most people considered an indecent hour of the afternoon and didn't get out of the bed until an hour after that. She finally rolled into the shower around four, mostly just standing under the hot water trying to rid herself of the hangover that she generally woke with. When the water finally turned cold, she stepped out with a realization that immediately brightened her demeanor: it was pay day. Her check would be waiting for her at the bar.

Emyli didn't fiddle with things like debit cards or bank accounts; she preferred to have her money in cash and in a location that only she knew. She reapplied a thick layer of liquid eyeliner and a bit of lip gloss before grabbing up the first shirt she could find and pairing it with matching shoes. Emyli was very proud of her own sense of style; she liked what she liked and she wouldn't stand for anyone telling her that she was tacky or dressed too promiscuously.

She walked the distance from her trailer to the bar, nearly strutting with a devil may care attitude as she made the journey. From her chipped fingernail polish, to her air dryed stringy hair, Emyli couldn't have been more confident in herself at that moment. Lighting a cigarette, she strolled into the bar, nearly bumping into someone who was trying to leave at the same moment.

"'Scuse you." She muttered, brushing past them without looking to who it might have been.

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stayingpretty
2011-08-23 08:52 pm UTC (link)

Shift started in a handful of hours, and while Delta could have done with sleeping away most of those and rolling into work a couple of minutes short of being late for the paramedics' ball and all that jazz, she couldn't stay asleep. Couldn't stay asleep and couldn't stay in bed. Part of that had something to do with the tick in the back of her head that signalled an approaching migraine. Since she'd figured her eyes had already turned black – the mirror confirmed this – she decided to make use of the dead bird her neighbours' cat had left outside her door as a present. Its legs were bust and when she picked it up there were entrails left behind, but surprisingly the rest had been quite functional. While she made herself presentable and her eyes turned back to a positively-freaking-adorable shade of brown, she had watched the dead bird fly around the apartment, repeatedly colliding with the walls and furniture. Apparently kitty got its eyes too.

Memo to me: get rid of that after work. Don't just roll into bed like you don't give a shit.

Whether or not she actually remembered was... well, it was irrelevant for now, because it was for later, but the sentiment was there. Or something. There was also the minor clause where she really didn't give a shit; the dead and rotting always got cleared up eventually in her experience and-- Oh, come on, where's my fucking lighter? The zippo was on her nightstand, she remembered that much. The plastic things she kept buying from the goddamn 7-11 were all over the godforsaken place because she hated them and wouldn't use them more than– Ah. Back pocket, as per usual. Still, it was the little fluorescent pink plastic fucker she'd bought when she stole Bianca from work and it was just a matter of pride. Not that it was ever going to succeed in denting Delta's; she'd swap it with some sucker over the bar at some point. Slight of hand and all that. But still. That she currently had to order soft drinks because of work was more likely to deal wounds that would need licking. Preferably by someone tall, dark, handsome and highly unlikely to ever run into her again.

Finishing her first coke of the evening, she turned to leave the bar to light up. Not that she cared whether the patrons wanted her smoking in there or not – she'd smoked in Bianca's 7-11 – but because they were boring. Besides, outside was where she'd be more likely to listen out for vampires and shit; steal herself more time between headaches. Maybe someone'll decide they like me after all and we'll get a stiff tonight. Yeah, she could work with that – but damn, the classy chick with the extra touch of class just really knew how to wave those manners around. Like Delta could talk, but she made no excuses for her own behaviour. “Excuse yourself, kiddo.” She snorted a stream of smoke, smirking slightly. The manner in which she had to tilt her chin up a touch to look at the girl didn't alter her attitude at all. Sometimes the living were fun. Sometimes they were just idiots. “Never know who you're walking into in this town.” Or what, for that matter. And if this girl had knocked her over and caused even the slightest of grazes that drew blood, Delta would have been pissed. Which might have made the night more interesting or it could have ended up with her being diagnosed with a rare blood condition. Whatever, it wasn't like she'd know now.

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rudeandcrude
2011-08-27 05:07 pm UTC (link)

Emyli never cared what people said back to her after one of her remarks, just that they shot something back at her. It could have been a ninety year old woman trying to make her way through the door, and Emyli still would have shot glare her way. So it was no surprise when she looked to the woman who had spoken to her. You could say that Emyli enjoyed starting fights and brawls - it always made the day that much more exciting. "And I don't care to know." Rolling her blue eyes, she looked the woman over. She looked a little too pretty to be in a place like this and that thought got under Emyli's skin. While she knew there were other supernaturals out and about in the town, she never cared to really meet them.

"So, what's a pretty bird like you doing in here? Other than leaving." Her tone was open to any kind of interpretation. It was only as harsh as the rest of her, but there was a thin layer of suggestion in her voice which never seemed to leave. And if she was asked why she hadn't just walked up to the bar by now, she would have offered a roll of her eyes, a scowl, and a mutter of 'I can do whatever the hell I want.'

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stayingpretty
2011-08-27 11:44 pm UTC (link)

“Wasn't all that interested in filling you in, either.” Sure, if she actually asked or it became even vaguely relevant then Delta might consider giving a first name Maybe even her occupation. Until then, whoever this was could remain blissfully ignorant. The glare that had bounced off her matt-lipsticked veneer had mostly gone ignored – which was to say she had noted it had been given, then how little she gave a damn. Really, if people thought facial expressions were going to sway her at all then they needed to be more inventive. And make them explode or something. She'd pay to see that. She'd then pay again for photographs of the looks on the faces of any other witnesses. “So your panties can remain untwisted.” Unless she'd already managed to get them into a knot without Delta really noticing. Perhaps it was a default setting.

Pretty? Delta had heard a lot of words used to describe herself, and those that weren't meant to be insulting were usually a variant of 'hot'. Some people might have counted 'pretty' as one of said variants, but she wasn't one of them. To her the word was... girly. Which, yeah, she realised sounded kind of stupid, but that was how she saw it so everyone else who questioned her opinion could get bent. “Taking time out before work and avoiding the pool table before I hustle away my shift,” she stated with half a shrug, tucking the cigarette into the corner of her mouth and rummaging through her pockets for her compact. It didn't matter that she had only come out for a smoke, she wasn't going anywhere if she eyes started fucking up. Ah, no. That's on the night stand too. Shit. “What's a skinny chick like you doing in here? Other than entering.” Again, a self-satisfied smirk pulled at the corners of her lips. Delta couldn't quite help herself, but then it was easier when she was talking to the likes of Bianca and their bloodline left them with some kind of understanding. Everyone else tended to be there for her amusement.

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