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Post by Bee on Jan 16, 2009 0:20:44 GMT -5
 Night was falling, which meant that she could see again, which meant that for the following hours life was going to be full of happy again. She strode quite happily down the streets, on the lookout for a club, a person, something to occupy her. She was determined to have fun. Bounce around, get drunk, have sex, get stoned, maybe just run around in circles chasing her tail until the break of dawn. Anything, damn it. But fun really was a project for two. Or more. Helena wasn't picky. She just wanted company; she didn't do well on her own. Simcha emitted a little whining noise somewhere in the back of her head; perhaps she wanted someone to play with too? She could never quite guess what she really wanted. Helena patted her absently with Hair. "Don't worry," she said, "we'll find people!" |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 16, 2009 0:41:25 GMT -5
Viola slithered down the the street. The kids were in bed and she actually had free time. Sleep was something she rarely got anymore... and she would rather spend some time having "fun" than taking care of kids in the dead of night. It was irresponsible but she needed a break or she was going to implode. Her ears twitched when she heard someone speaking. The snake-deer turned around in surprise, seeing that someone was indeed walking around during the night. She wasn't alone. That was absolutely amazing. Normally the nights were quiet ones and she struggled to find a place to read or drink tea. Not like she came to the capital much anymore. Lani... this was all her fault. Why couldn't she have kept her legs closed? No it wasn't her fault. It was the man's. The damn man who killed her sister. But that wasn't what she should be focusing on. "Excuse me!" She called out to the figure. "Who are you talking to?" |
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Post by Bee on Jan 16, 2009 1:30:13 GMT -5
As much as Helena had been looking for someone, she was a bit surprised to actually have someone speak to her. Her body gave a startled little jerk. She tried to laugh it off. It was just a snake; a very nice-looking snake...with ears and horns. Well, Avington mutations and all that, she thought.
"No one!" she said. "Um. Just my rabbit. Or the skin really. Like a scarf! I found her. I was talking clearly for my own comfort, 'cause of course I don't expect her to talk back because she's...a rabbit...SO HI."
It was probably best to leave the subject of dead bunnies behind when making someone's acquaintance; she was being awkward enough as it was, and she had a feeling that introducing the voice in one's head was not one of the more readily accepted social pleasantries. "I'm Helena."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 16, 2009 1:47:43 GMT -5
Dead.... Rabbits? He tilted her head curiously, her ears darting forward to listen to what the other woman was saying. It didn't quite make sense.... but ultimately she was talking to herself, right? That happened sometimes.
Helena. That was a rather pretty name.
"I'm Viola! It's nice to meet you," She said with a happy smile. It had been entirely too long since she had the chance to speak with someone who wasn't a child or wasn't someone trying to help her with children. It was nice.
"You.... wouldn't happen to want company would you?" She asked, hesitation evident in her voice. She didn't like to crash parties or plans. She was a rather nice girl, and all that. She just.... needed someone to talk to. She was terribly lonely since....
Stupid emotions. She stuffed them back where they belonged. "I'm a bit lonely and haven't been in the city for a while."
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Post by Bee on Jan 16, 2009 3:32:05 GMT -5
Helena smiled, awkwardness evaporating; she seemed like a very friendly lady. She had managed to happen upon some kind of kindred spirit! Someone else who was lonely, anyway. And that was good enough. Let the good times roll, as they said.
"I'd love some," she said, cheerfully. "I don't really have any idea where I'm going or what I'm doing, though. But you're welcome to come along! I thought about maybe dancing..."
Did snakes dance? Could they? Probably not. (Unless there was some style of wiggle dance? She didn't know.) Yeah, nice way to fuck it up, Helena, she thought to herself with a frustrated little internal sigh. Way to insult your new friend with no feet. She dug around in her brain for a different, better idea. "Oooor we could get something to drink!" Alcoholic or otherwise, it didn't really matter.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 16, 2009 14:59:17 GMT -5
And once again the snake was reminded that she didn't have a set of legs to do anything on. One day she would get her biped, seriously. It was only a matter of time if she worked for it, right?
"Drinks would be good... there used to be a night club around there that my sister went to. I'm sure it can't be that far." Viola said cheerfully.
Why was she still hung up on her sister? It had been a while but she still.
That was why she either needed to get plastered or party. "I'm kind of new to this whole party thing... I've never really been one to go out and paint the town so... I hope I don't cause you too much of a headache."
Viola said in her same cheery tone without a note of worry. At least she was good at faking her tone of voice now.
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Post by Bee on Jan 19, 2009 18:21:56 GMT -5
The snake didn't seem to be insulted, which was a good sign; Helena was sure she wouldn't be a headache at all. A nightclub sounded like an excellent idea, especially one that she might never have been to before; it had been quite a while since she had thrown herself out to have some mindless fun, and she found that she missed it terribly.
It would be a great distraction from trying to figure out whatever the hell exactly was the creature that had wrapped itself around her neck and whispered in her head. The daylight was for stress, she decided, suddenly; the nighttime was for excitement. If she could introduce someone else to the joys of partying as well, all the better.
"No headache at all," she assured her. "The only one you'll have is hang-over induced, if everything goes right. Lead the way, then!"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 20, 2009 0:48:32 GMT -5
Oh that'll be fun with two bouncing children, right? She mentally shrugged. She would deal with that in the morning. "All right... now to remember where the club was."
It took fifteen minutes to find the Nightclub. Getting in wasn't a problem for either of them, thought he bouncer did give them rather odd looks. He muttered something about Ladies' night before letting the pair of them pass.
The inside was filled with colorful people, music, and a variety of drinks. Viola was at a completely loss. She had never set foot (so to speak) in a club before. She gave Helena a rather curious look.
Oh wait. She didn't know her name yet, did she?
"Before we get into this... what's your name? I'm Viola." She said trying not to look like she was completely flustered. As far as she was concerned it failed, but that was for her companion to decide.
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Post by Bee on Jan 29, 2009 3:17:26 GMT -5
Helena deflated, immediately and completely. She couldn't remember her name. She wasn't that forgettable, was she? Well! Viola did seem a bit flustered, didn't she? She had said that she was new to the whole party thing. Maybe she had just forgotten it in a fit of social anxiety. That had to be it.
She needed a drink. She needed several. "Helena," she repeated. Perhaps if she let out a nickname? But her nicknames were all unpleasant monikers given by family members. Hel. Helena Handbasket. Not a lot of positive connotations going there. Oh well. She would repeat Helena as many times as necessary. She didn't mind.
She ordered herself something vaguely fruity and heavy on the vodka. It was a good, all-purpose cure for social retardation. She took a long drink. She hoped Viola would indulge in something similar.
"What brings you out prowling around, anyway?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 29, 2009 17:10:43 GMT -5
"Right. I knew that didn't I?" She said flatly. If she had hands she would have smacked herself in the forehead. Social situations were great and all, but Viola was not used to being shoved into a giant crowd of people. People were scary. In general they made her cry.
But anything was better than taking care of children at this point. Two troubled boys that she did indeed love, but drove her out of her freaking head.
Yeah. This was better. Just scary.
"I'm sorry I'm just... it's just.... I'm not good at this sort of thing." She muttered as her eyes darted around the club. This is why she never went anywhere. Flower shops and happy things she could deal with. This was a rather large step in at terrifying direction. Crap.
"To be honest I'm here to get away from two screaming children who I'm trying to raise to be normal because my sister died giving birth to them--and I obviously can't because I'm inept." Whoops. that was a little much there. "Uh. So. Why are you out Helena? Or did you tell me that already and I completely forgot?"
Wow she was bad at this.
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