blackholly (blackholly) wrote in marvel_prep, @ 2013-09-09 23:54:00 |
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Narrative
Characters: Holly Black
NPCs: Cut (aka Wendy)
Location: New York City, Meat-Packing District, Pink Pussy Cat Club
Timeline: Sept 8, 3am
Description: Holly goes out to celebrate her birthday alone. Runs into an old acquaintance.
Rating: R
It had been a fairly decent birthday celebration. A long night of drinking, dancing, at least two bar brawls. Oh yeah. A good birthday night in Holly's opinion. The now 27 year old slumped down in her seat across the cleared out area of the bar between her and the bloody man in the other chair. She cackled a little as she spit a small amount of blood onto the floor and snatched a glass of a nearby table and took the burning alcoholic liquid down in a single gulp. She smacked her lips and let out a sharp, "Woo! We are on FIRE tonight!"
The man in the chair opposite her growled and started to stand but ended up slumping forward and passing out on the floor drawing a huge cheer for Holly. A nearby bar patron grabbed Holly's wrist, thrusting it in the air and declaring her the victor. Holly only prompted for more applause and snatched up a bottle of cotton-candy flavored vodka and tugged the top off with her teeth and took a loooong swig.
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The Pink Pussy Cat closed at 4 but Holly had a strict 'never the last one to leave' policy. That often got her in trouble, or without a ride home, or worst of all, made her look like a loser. She trotted out of the club with the empty cotton candy vodka bottle in hand. She checked for any last drops, shrugged and tossed it over her shoulder and it smashed in the distance. As Holly started to make her way towards one of the busier streets to hail a cab, she heard a voice she had not heard in years.
"Happy Birthday, Holly."
The pink-haired mutant turned. Out of the shadows emerged another woman, just about Holly's age and sporting short messy hair as black as the shadows she'd stepped out of, solid black lipstick and tattoos of elegant swirling lace instead of eyebrows. Proudly branded on the woman's shoulder was the same tattoo Holly bore on her thigh. A black flower and a letter.
Holly hadn't seen the leader of the Black Dahlias since she'd left the group. Cut had taken the gang in a new direction, a more violent one where their fights ended up with bodies in body bags instead of on hospital stretchers. Holly didn't abide by killing and had left the group much to the disappointment of the leader....and her ex-girlfriend, Cut. Holly shifted her weight a little, sobering up and slipping her hands into her pockets.
"Cut. Didn't think you'd be doing any celebrating of my bucket still kicking."
"I'm not, Holly. But I figured I'd be nice."
"Always were the cutie. Any reason you're slipping outta the mist like a Nazi soldier to spook a poor girl at night?"
"Dahlias heard you registered."
Holly froze. She adjusted her stance again, slipping her hands out of her pockets now. Now there was the risk of things getting messy, and she wanted to be ready. "Yeah? Who told you that?"
"Carrie spotted you and some tall drink of water leaving the registration building. Oh, and we broke in, beat the living fuck outta some chauvinistic security guard pig and dug up your file."
Cut tossed a file at Holly's feet, a photo-copied version of her registration papers. Holly merely slide them aside with her boot.
"The Dahlias don't register, Mulholland! We fight that shit! We take down the goddamned man and give the streets back to those who deserve it! The chick who leaves a club and tries to get home and gets gang-raped! The mutant kid who gets the snot beat outta him because he can move shit with his mind! The ones who should be running this town!"
"I know!" Holly roared back. "But....but I gotta life now, Wendy. I got...a place that looks out for me. A place where I dont gotta kill nobody to prove how strong I am."
"That damn Xavier place? Who does Baldy think he's fooling, Hol? You and I both know this shit is gonna go down bad and people like the Dahlias and Magneto are gonna be running this joint before these disgusting humans got a chance to even blink."
"Maybe....But I'm on the right side of the fight now. Xavier took me in because he knew I can turn my shit life around and cough up some good to these kids that need a home. A home that I never got. A home you never got, Wendy! And we may lose. We may get our guts splattered all over the wall...but we may just win this thing."
"Keep dreaming Hol." The leader of the Black Dahlias turned, half vanishing into the shadows. "And Holly....you get your ass down to city hall...and get that registration revoked. Or the Dahlias are coming after you."
Cut vanished into the shadows of the alleyway. Holly took a deep breath, slowly unclenching her fists, soft waves of pink energy slowly fading into the air from where they had grown out of the ground. She frowned, turning and leaning against the brick wall of the outside of an old warehouse and slowly slid down until she sat on the sidewalk, running her fingers through her pink hair. This was not exactly the happy birthday she had hoped for.