Dagmar Niemi (devilswater) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-13 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-03, dagmar |
An Angel and a Demon
Who: Amaya and Dagmar
When: 11:30am
Where: local Victoria's Secret
After her morning client, Amaya felt happily upbeat and energetic, thus deciding that said energy must be dispelled in the form of shopping! Once she was done with her shower, she called down to schedule a car to pick her up in thirty minutes. Amaya dried her hair flat, with slight curled under ends then donned a lavender microtiny slip and thong with high white platform sandals. She dabbed on a bit of lip gloss, eyeliner and eyeshadow before skipping downstairs to greet the driver. Giving him a big grin, she flounced to the open car door. "Hey!"
The driver cleared his throat and shifted his eyes away from her. "Um, miss? You can't go out wearing that."
Amaya's grin faded and she looked down at herself, taking in her outfit. "What's wrong with it?" She chewed on the corner of her lip, confused.
"That's what you wear inside the house, not outside. You'd get arrested for indecent exposure," the driver explained patiently.
"Oh." Amaya's bottom lip poked out as she pouted. "But this is all I have." Her master had told her to never wear anything other than lingerie or sexy costumes, so that was all she had. "Ohh, maybe Aetheria has something! Be right back while I check!"
So Amaya dashed up to Aetheria's room, interrupting her flute playing. She quickly explained the situation to Aetheria and together they raided Ae's closet and came up with a suitable outfit. "Thanks, Ae!" Amaya kissed her sister on the cheek before waving her fingers in farewell, running back down the stairs.
"Much better," the driver said, shutting the door after Amaya and driving her to Victoria's Secret. Once there, Amaya got out and started browsing through the clothes, happily humming under her breath.
Dagmar didn't need to go shopping. If anything she probably needed to go through her wardrobe again and weed out the clothes that she didn't wear anymore. There were a ton. Probably enough to go and fill up someone else's wardrobe entirely. Wasn't her fault that she always saw such good things and had to buy them, or got them bought by her mother when she was away. Just one of those things... besides, new lingerie was never a bad thing. In fact it could be quite fun to go shopping. Even if she was by herself. Give her something new to parade around in front of Bren the next time she was over. Which should be sometime - ohhhhh, maybe she could wear it under her outfit for the party tomorrow! At least then someone other than her would be bound to see it.
She'd parked a ways down the street, fed the meter and walked down the street and into the store. Mmm, air-conditioning. Humidity didn't really bother her, but the heat? Yeah, that got to her and the cold wash of air was welcome. Pushing her sunglasses up on top of her head and headed for one of the bins. On her way she passed by a blonde girl and something, she didn't know what, sent a chill right down her spine and she stopped, turning to regard this girl. No, she didn't know her. She'd never done a single thing to her and was just browsing through the clothes looking... way too happy. Dagmar found herself really not liking that. "Ugh," she remarked in her best I-can't-believe-you're-doing-this voice. "That dress? Probably shouldn't be seen anywhere but in a bonfire. Just so you know."
Amaya was just browsing through some bras and when she heard someone making snide comments to someone else. Her humming stopped and her lips turned down in a slight frown. That was very rude. Amaya turned around to see if she could see who the girl was talking about and maybe make them smile or something to make them feel better. She didn't see anyone in the immediate area, so she turned back to the girl. "Me?" She couldn't imagine why a perfect stranger would say such mean things!
Oh something about this girl with her innocent look and that air she was giving off... Dagmar felt her teeth click together as she showed them in a wide smile. Her eyes sparked. Why was this woman so... ugh, she practically radiated naive and good and all those things that bothered her like nothing else. Why she had no idea, it just did. "Do you see anyone else wearing something that hideous?" Dagmar asked, her voice still tinged with disgust. "No, I didn't think so. I'm definitely talking to you, miss. Bright Eyes. Did your mother pick that out?" A little bitchy and undeserved? Probably, but Dagmar hadn't had it out with anyone in days and it was starting to show through all of the time. A good bitching session with this girl who pricked every nerve the wrong way? Perfect.
Amaya blinked rapidly, her lower lip coming out in a pout. "I like this dress. The color blue is so pretty!" And then the girl had to go and say something about her mother and Amaya pouted even harder, blinking back tears. "I don't know where my mother is. We all got kidnapped a few years ago and I haven't seen her since!" She couldn't understand why this girl was being so mean, but Amaya was a peacemaker at heart, so she tried to ignore the girl's critiques and stay friendly.
Was she actually pouting? Oh god, this woman looked older than her but she was acting like she was younger, like a kid! A crying sort of kid who missed her mommy. "That shade of blue isn't that pretty and even if it was the design's terrible... and that's such a sad story but you look like a grown woman to me." If she seemed to have all the mental capacities of a five-year-old. Maybe. Dagmar could've been being rather generous with that estimation. "Why don't you go find her? ...or did you forget the way home?" She was going to hate herself for this later. But right now? So worth the little thrill rushing through her veins.
She may be a grown woman, but she had been quite sheltered in life and she was aware that she was naive and didn't have a lot of life experiences that most people had at her age. Conversely, she had some experiences that most people don't and some that she would never wish on her worst enemy. Still, she knew that this girl didn't have to be so rude and she wanted to ignore her and just keep shopping. "You're being rude. Please just leave me alone and let me shop." With that, Amaya went towards the back of the store to look at some pink yoga type pants.
Yes, she was being rude. Something about this blonde just bothered her. It was worse than when she'd first met Bren and that was saying something. Fire and water didn't mix. What clashed worse than fire and water? I don't think I want to know. Once Dagmar'd picked a target there was no stopping just because someone said please, one of her little episodes was coming and this girl was perfect for it, she could just tell. "Sorry, but you're looking at such atrocious things that I just can't help myself." Dagmar had followed, making a face at the pink pants. "l mean really... you're starting to make me think of a Barbie doll. Pretty with nothing up top."
Amaya stopped and rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Why can't you just leave me alone?" But then the Barbie doll comment actually made her brighten and flash a smile at the girl. "Oh thank you! Barbie dolls are so beautiful. My sisters and I played with them when we were little. We loved their long blond hair because it looked like ours." Amaya combed her fingers through her hair before turning around and finding the pink yoga pants in her size. She looped them over her arm and went back to browsing around, finding a rack of pretty tank tops.
Oh. My. God. Is this girl even for real? Is she high? What the hell is she on?! So bright and cheerful even when she was being insulted, she didn't even get the insults! Being called a Barbie was not a good thing and Dagmar would know, her hair had inspired the comment once. "You don't really understand anything, do you?" Part of her was honestly curious about why her comments weren't working because damn, they weren't! And they should be! "Because being a Barbie isn't a good thing. It means you've got no thoughts up in your head. Which I'm thinking is true."
"I have thoughts!" Amaya defended herself. Yes, she was a little naive, but she had thoughts! "I just thought it was nice of you to compare me to Barbie since they're really pretty and all." She grabbed a couple of tank tops from the rack, all the while trying to get rid of the mean girl. As far as she knew, Amaya had done nothing to insult the girl, yet here she was being so rude to Amaya. And such a young girl to have such a bad attitude! Speaking of... "And where's your mother? You look too young to be out by yourself." If the girl was lost and needed help finding her mom, Amaya would happily help her. It was the angel in her blood that made her epically nice.
This wasn't going like Dagmar wanted and it was starting to infuriate that part of her that had egged her on to start in the first place. Why wasn't she getting upset and snapping back? Why wasn't she just giving into a fight? "It's not nice, it's an insult, try learning the difference." But then, before she could say anything else, this other blonde mentioned her mother. Oh, Linnea'd be ashamed of her behavior. If Dagmar wasn't getting so irritated by her naive behavior than that might have pulled her out of it. "Too young to be out by myself? Yeah, you can't judge anything. I'm nineteen, thanks and my mom's probably back home doing her own thing. Doesn't matter where she is, I'm not the one who needs her help picking out my clothes."
Amaya was refusing to give in to this nasty girl. She just rolled her eyes and walked up to the cash register. "Excuse me?" she said to the woman behind the register. "This girl," as she points to Dagmar, "has been harassing me since I walked into the store."
The woman stared at Amaya. "And what do you want me to do about it?"
Amaya turned away disappointed. She obviously couldn't rely on the staff at the store to be helpful. She couldn't imagine that - if anyone needed help, she'd do anything to help them out! Sighing, Amaya put the clothes back on the correct racks, studiously ignoring the other girl. She walked outside, tears in her eyes as she looked around for her driver. She spotted him and started walking over.
Dagmar gave the cashier her brightest smile and shrugged her shoulders, making a motion behind Amaya's back that she was a little unsteady. Really, what was she going to do, ask her to leave? Not a chance. Dagmar was a pretty good customer here and they didn't go kicking people out because they argued with someone else. Not even argued, the blonde hadn't even fought back. Oh, and now she was leaving! Well where was the fun in that?
Sulking a little, Dagmar followed her out of the store and slid up in front of her, arms crossed over her chest. "I'm just saying, something about you really annoys me and I don't know what it is but it's there. Doesn't anything bother you, don't you ever bite back?" Oh but there were tears in her eyes! Part of Dagmar, that part that always enjoyed these little episodes, gave a victorious little crow. She'd made the way too happy girl cry. Awesome. "Seriously, what the hell is up with the attitude?"
Amaya sighed when Dagmar slid in front of her. She felt her face going red with anger and that wasn't like her at all. But this girl was just being relentless! "Well something about you really annoys me. You're an awful, terrible person." Amaya pushed past her and again started walking to the car. She held her head high, blinking back the angry tears that were prickling behind her eyes. She didn't know why this girl was getting to her, but she certainly was. Amaya had never felt the level of distaste for someone she'd just met. Determined to put this behind her, Amaya squared her shoulders and didn't look back to the awful girl.
That wasn't anything new. Didn't mean she enjoyed being called it though, in fact it was the opposite. You'd think that people would be able to come up with new insults once in awhile. So that if her mother asked how her day'd gone she could at least toss in 'oh someone called me such-and-such' instead of that. Even Satu got awful and terrible. That demonic side she didn't know she had was flaring up in the presence of this blonde more than it normally did. Whoever she was, she didn't get far before Dagmar turned, foot going out with the intent to trip her. Because, as boring as it was, she was right. Dagmar was an awful, terrible person when she was like this.
Not even noticing the girl sticking her foot out as she passed, Amaya went flying, falling to her knees and scraping them against the pavement. She whipped her head around, her hair flying and she glared at the other girl. "AHHH! You bitch!" Now Amaya was mad. Really mad. She scrambled to her feet and charged at the girl, slapping her across the face. As soon as she slapped her, Amaya's hands flew up to cover her mouth in shock and she slowly backed away, her eyes wide. No one had ever gotten under her skin as much as this girl and she'd certainly never hit another person.
Bitch was a little - ow! Dagmar reeled back, hand flying up to cup her now-red and throbbing cheek. Her pale eyes widened, narrowed, and widened again. She didn't like what she was doing all of a sudden but at the same time she did because this blonde really got under her skin. All she had to do was stand there with any sort of look on her face other than a glare and she annoyed her. "Looks like you're as bad as me, huh?" Dagmar asked, sneering as she turned and walked back to the shop. She'd played enough for one day and wanted her shopping done so she could get back to the pool before what she'd done actually caught up with her.
Watching the girl go back in the shop, Amaya felt oddly pleased with herself, but also completely horrified with what she'd done. She resisted the urge to run in after her and apologize. But she really wasn't all that sorry. Amaya continued to the car, sliding into the backseat. Thankfully there were some tissues in there and she dabbed at her bleeding knees. "Take me home," she told the driver, her excitement over shopping now gone.