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[dignity_misery]

POLY-VERSARY -- Video
[ She hasn't lived in one of the tall city apartment complexes in quite some time now. It had gotten to be too bloody and too haunted at some point, and she had moved down by the water. It was more peaceful there for her. Today, however, she's gone back to where she started, cold wind pulling fingers through her hair. ]

Two years now. [ There's a rustling noise, camera tumbled around in her hands as she pulls open an aluminum wrapping. A piece of candy gets popped in her mouth, chewing for a moment before she continues, ] All I wanted was to go home. I didn't want mon amour to think he could get away from me that easily.

[ She sits down on the ledge of the building, her body facing inwards and her eyes facing out over the city. ]

And I spent the rest of the time wanting to die.

[ The camera is set down, leaving her free to unwrap another piece of candy, throwing the little gold wrapper out into the open where the wind takes it away. ]

That's still all that's waiting back there. I'm in no hurry.

MISTLETOE -- Action Open to All

CAFE

[ There is a cafe that Carla frequents, regularly. She likes their pastries, but she has also taken it up as an unofficial place to work. Sometimes she sketches, sometimes she brings along a small project to paint. It's the latter today, and she has taken over a window-side booth. Feel free to lean in and take a look, there's certainly no mistletoe lurking overhead. ]

GROCERY

[ Surprisingly enough, Carla's cart at the grocery store has things in it other than chocolate. There is not only dog food, but also things like fruit and vegetables. And steak, quite a lot of steak. Also all the bleach and sponges you could ask for.

Should you watch her closely enough, you will see her very purposefully knock over a large pyramid display of packaged candies, smiling to herself, before flitting off to check out. ]

LIBRARY

[ She hasn't worked here in quite a while, the obtuse nature of the library had aggravated something already off kilter inside of her, and she had abandoned the pursuit in favor of beating people up for money. Still, now better situated, she sometimes drops in to see what she can find. In the back of her mind, she had been looking for some soviet novelists, so of course...

What she found was Dirty Little Christmas. She's not complaining, she's just found a place to sit and snicker over it. ]

HOME / HOME AWAY FROM HOME

[ She will make stops at both her beachfront flat, as well as her family estate in the forest.

She's been having a small snowball war with some teenagers, however, so watch out, she may nail you by mistake. (She started it, you know she did.) ]

OTHER

[ Feel free to craft your very own scenario, wherever you think it would be convenient to run in to her. I want all the kisses. ]

Comments

[dignity_misery]

[ No complaints for Carla, although it does require a small amount of repositioning, book set aside and a hand lifted to thread into pretty pink hair.

No escape. Carla will let her go when she's through. ]

[brobeforehos]

[You take the small things in life into account, like the fact that she finished putting all the books in their place and her hands are now free. One to settle on the opposite arm rest and the other on the curve of Carla's shoulder.

There's a mistletoe somewhere over their heads, because she doesn't think she'd have done this otherwise. Thought about it, certainly. But not done it.

Doing is better.]

[dignity_misery]

[ They both know it's usually for the best to exhibit restraint. But sometimes the city is smaller than it seems and it certainly enjoys letting its citizens do what they shouldn't.

Carla nibbles lazily on her current preoccupation's lower lip, free hand placed on the curve of a hip. ]

[brobeforehos]

[She knows there's mistletoe around, she's been fending it off and getting rid of it whenever she could, but she also knew that at some point she'd end up under it with someone else. Kissing would happen. It just never occured to her that it would be Carla. It probably should've, the City loves irony like that.

There's a shiver that makes its way up Mae's spine, and her nails dig into the cushioning of the chair before the manages to pull away, undeniably shaken.]

There was...

[dignity_misery]

[ Carla just looks smug, sitting back comfortably in her chair with one arm resting along the back. ]

There was what?

[brobeforehos]

Mistletoe. [She's got it easy, sitting down and all. Meanwhile, Mae has to deal with flushed skin and being dizzy and slightly out of breath, straightening up without swaying on her feet.]

Mistletoe.

[dignity_misery]

I hadn't noticed.

[ And probably didn't care an awful lot. ]

[brobeforehos]

Well, now you know. Now we both know. [Taking a step back.]

I should get back to work.

[dignity_misery]

Alright.

[ Carla stands, picking up her book with her. The smut gets handed to Mae. ]

Have a nice day.

[ : ) Read it. Read it. ]

[brobeforehos]

[UNEASY LAUGHTER. She stares at the book in her hand. Smut, and probably badly written one and if all kisses are going to go like this one for her...]

You know, I'm gonna keep this.

[And maybe even use it.]

[dignity_misery]

Preferably.

[ Hahaha. ]

[brobeforehos]

I'll let you know the worst parts.