060 x 060 // action // partying hard

[dignity_misery]

Combat Competition

[ She's been training with a number of interesting individuals during her time in the City. In her homeworld, she used to break knees for a pimp. Wasn't trained for the job though, just threw herself into it and reveled any injuries she sustained. She's still guilty of that, but she's gotten better at ducking. ]

Shooting Competition

[ When she came to the City, the nerves in her hands were still damaged from the bullet she took to the brain. A few bloody incidents and a wish later and... Bullseye. She'll still defer to the Cowboy in a pinch, but today she's pulling out all the stops. ]

July 1st - Peace & Serenity

[ If she's completely honest with herself, Carla has never been at peace. She's always been burning with something, itching for something, and she grows bored far too easily. She craves stimulation. In the back of her mind, she's not so sure she likes being at peace, but for the next few hours it's what she has. She and Peanut will be in the park, taking a nap on a picnic blanket. ]

July 2nd - Euphoria

[ This is more like what Carla craves: a high. This is going to end in nothing but trouble. More prone to picking fights for fun and looking for mischief, she's bad news today. Unless you're in on the fun. ]

July 3rd - Gratitude

[ Carla never shows gratitude, ever. If you think you're due a few thank yous, come and collect. She'll be sketching at one of her favorite bakeries. She might even have a doodle or two for you. ]

July 4th - Affection

[ She's very physical, that Carla. Hugs and kisses and... ahem. For everyone. ]

Rex's Day Out

[ There's a monster dog on the loose. (sandurufu) Everyone is welcome to encounter Rex. He's derp of a 'dog.' Theo will be in charge of returning him, in the end. ]

Comments

[deadmanbusiness]

[Theo's out meandering and generally being away from all the things going on. Yeah the other guys won but he's not sure that's a good thing. He's fairly certain it's a bad thing.

Paranoid?

Yup.]

July 2nd:: Action

[trenchknives]

[Jimmy seems to be enjoying the high, too. As far as he's concerned, any kind of euphoric feeling is a good one, even if it's gotten him into a couple fights so far today. As soon as he sees her, he waves at her eagerly.]

Hey!

[sandurufu]

[ Why so paranoid, Theo?

It's not there are any monster dogs chasing their tails right in the middle of your path or anything. ]

[dignity_misery]

[She's a little preoccupied harassing a street vendor when he comes by, but at the sound of his voice she turns, eyes bright, pushing long strands of black hair out of her face.]

Look who it is.

[Beaming, she comes over to say hello, which clearly involves invading his personal space.]

action; 1st of july

[brobeforehos]

[Mae has always liked fairs for their ability to make you think that there was magic in the world. Of course, now she knows there is magic in the world, and considering how dark that magic can be it's a surprise that she still likes fairs. This one reminds her somewhat of the Market, except with more partying and things being sold apparently.

Still, after work is over, Mae detours from the library to Xanadu to check it out, and since the weather is nice, finishes the day with a walk in the park. She's not tempted to try her aim or her luck or even to get her fortune told, and less so is she tempted to buy anything. Which is a shocker, considering how much she's been thinking she needs a drink. But not from the sketchy people that just wandered into town with a party on their tail. She's already had that experience once with the freaky circus, and sometimes still hisses accidentally as a result of those nice days.

She spots Peanut first, and then Carla after a double-take, and ends up deviating from her path home yet again. If Mae were a moth, Carla'd probably be that zappy, dangerous light.]

Well, hello.

[fluffanut]

[Peanut notices her first, and even recognizes her scent. He stirs from his nap like any good sleep puppy and trundles over to flop on Mae's foot.]

action; 3rd of july

[brobeforehos]

[Wednesdays. Ugh, Wednesdays. There is no day of the week more widely detested than this one. There is a cure, however, and that cure is indulgence! Mae's no stranger to treating herself, so today she walks into the bakery for a cupcake, and after paying, as she turns around she spots-

You guessed it.]

Hi...again.

[brobeforehos]

[Awww, Peanut you adorable little thing (that spits fire). She grins and crouches so she can scratch him softly behind his ears.]

No burning the shoes, you hear?

action; 4th of july YOU SAID I COULD and now i'm done

[brobeforehos]

[Okay, okay, so it's Thursday but WHATEVER, she deserves that drink already. And this day is when she dares to sample a few of the syrups and spirits from Xanadu's seemingly neverending party, which is of course just her luck.

Everyone gets hugs. You get a hug, and you get a hug, and you get a hug.

And Carla gets a hug.]

[fluffanut]

[He gives her a big brown-eyed look. He is totally innocent of all shoe burnings. Recently. He rolls over onto his back to demand that the scritchings relocate to his belly. He gives a soft wuff of doggie cuteness.]

[brobeforehos]

Oh, god. [He's adorable. Gwaugh! She can't resist scritching his belly as well.]

Who gave you the right, Peanut?

[dignity_misery]

[Carla looks up. She comes here for the cupcakes too. The people are pretty used to her sitting in the corner and sketching creepy shit at this point. What is it with that chick's obsession with skeletons and faceless, melting people?]

The black forest cupcakes are the best.

[brobeforehos]

Oh, thanks...[She looks down at her already-purchased, predictably pink looking cupcake, paper half stripped off it.]

I'll know for the next time.

[dignity_misery]

[Carla is in a hugging mood herself, but it doesn't stop her from pausing for a moment to notice that Mae totally started it. She should probably take it as a sign that the girl is drugged. Yes, Carla has managed to catch on to the effects of the drinks by now. She's not going to let a little thing like that stop her from taking advantage.

She wraps Mae up lazily, stroking the hair back over her ears.]

Hi, again.

[dignity_misery]

[Someone else stirs while this is all going on. It is incredibly abnormal for Carla to fall asleep... at any time, let alone the middle of the day, and she wakes up like something that's been dead. Slow moving and groggy, she's watching Mae pet her dog with a total lack of comprehension, eyes blank.]

[dignity_misery]

Sit down.

[Because Carla can put her sketchpad in her lap and make room for this cupcake eating thing.]

[brobeforehos]

[A year ago, Nick and Alan took her to her first Market and she ate the same fruit as the rest of the dancers and draped herself over Nick in much the same fashion she's doing now with Carla; of course, he'd rebuffed her in the most ungentle way possible - you'd want anyone right now - but there's no Nick now, just Carla.

And Carla is very beautiful and her fingertips are - strangely not soft.]

Hi...hello. Hi.

[dignity_misery]

[Carla does find her affection for Mae really very irritating! But she's also poorly in the habit of fighting her impulses, so here they are and Carla smiles down at her lazily.]

You're having a nice day.

[brobeforehos]

Yes, quite...[She's been getting and giving hugs left and right for the past four hours, and in case the news didn't reach all the corners of the City - Mae loves hugs, and physical affection. Of which she's felt quite starved, considering the absence of her brother.

She doesn't find anything irritating about showing affection, and the fact that Carla - who is generally so aloof and distant-seeming - is stroking her hair is shockingly not triggering any alarm bells. Mae's too busy reaching up and mimicking the woman by brushing her hair behind her ear too.]

Are you having a nice day too, Carla? Because you should...you should have all the nice days.

[brobeforehos]

[She looks up and catches Carla looking - her smile doesn't falter as much as it hesitates just a bit. Then she makes up her mind and picks Peanut up in her arms, at peace with the idea of getting dog fur everywhere on her dark-coloured shirt, and walks over to join Carla on the blanket.

Because look, her dog likes her?]

Look - no burnt shoes yet.

[dignity_misery]

[Her eyebrows lift vaguely. She should have all the nice days? Carla doesn't really think it's a matter of should. She's getting the chance to have some nice days, but what she should be is dead.]

You're very optimistic.

[Maybe if it were yesterday she'd say thank you.]

[dignity_misery]

[Mr. Blonde used to sit and smoke while Carla woke up, would talk about pointless things until she started to answer him. He'd never left the apartment without her, never spent the night somewhere else. It had been a fascinating exercise in devotion. Carla thinks about it as she flexes one hand, testing it out like she's forgotten how it works, before she pushes up to her elbows. Peanut gives an impatient yip and it gets her to reach out and pat his head.]

He's good.

[brobeforehos]

I have to be, with all you cynics around. [Here's the thing. Carla has managed to sneak her way onto the list of people Mae has some sort of feeling - affection - for. She only reminds Mae of Nick sometimes, and it would be embarrassing to say that the attraction generates from how broken Carla can seem, often. She's liked her before knowing that she wasn't quite whole, too.

Sure, maybe sometimes she'd love nothing more than to grab the woman by the shoulders and shake her, but that comes from some sort of concern too, you know!

Nothing of which is something that guides Mae to touching Carla's face like she's amazed someone can be this pretty right now.]

[brobeforehos]

[She hesitates for like...a second or two. Come on, it's not like it's just the two of you right now, quips the voice of logic, and finally she does as told. As invited.]

Oh - would you like some?

[brobeforehos]

He is, he's very good. [Aren't you, boy? is the coo that goes unspoken. Lucky Peanut, treated to pats and belly scritches.]

Tiresome day?