Out for a Wild Walk

[nicoleryder]

The crisp night air seemed to cut through her jacket and bit at her core. She wasn't shivering, but the light wind gave her goosebumps. "I don't know why you thought this was a good idea..." she mumbled incoherently. It was rounding midnight, and only the occasional car passed her. Otherwise the town was empty. It was quite creepy, but wouldn't admit that to anyone. She had come from the Jack Kit, and her buzz was just wearing off. She had been walking for awhile, attempting to return home. Her steps weren't hurried, but a steady pace kept the deserted street filled with her steps. It was quiet enough to hear the lights switch from red to green.

Nicole had declined a ride home from a friend. She wasn't about to hop in a car with someone who was just drinking. In fact he was still a little tipsy when they left. She tried to talk him out of it, but he was too persistent. Her sigh puffed into a cloud of CO₂. She hoped he was alright.

Her worrying attitude pissed her off. Nicole hated the feeling, preferring a hysterical high instead. She needed to laugh. To break out of her comfort zone. She tugged her leather jacket closer to her body. She also hated the night, like most Blurrs. Only 6 hours 'till sunrise, she thought sarcastically. Her outfit was a little on the rebel side tonight, loving the feel of her black boots. They matched her jacket perfectly. Her hair was styled a bit more wild, tousled. Her skinny jeans were ripped along the thighs, which is probably why she was slightly chilled. She wore a white v-neck as her top.

She wasn't worried about being kidnapped or robbed. Or worse. It was Scriptor Bay. Plus if that ever happened, she'd just scare the shit out of them. Make her head disappear, make a mirage with her hand to make it look like fire. Any odd thing would scare off a human. The worse you could run into tonight would be a tuned Therian or a Gargoyle ready for a fight. She welcomed either, at the moment. She needed excitement. Most of her friends/family called her gutsy for a Blurr. But she just hid her fear well, is all. Laughter and smiles are great decoys.

She dug her hands into her jacket pockets as she rounded a corner.

[PRESTINE DAVENPORT]

Kitten had gone and pissed Prestine right off that evening! He had actually clung to her and told her not to leave him when morning came! She adored her pets, and she wanted them to pine for her, but to go and cling to her the way he had was so demasculinizing! She had to teach him a lesson on how to properly adore and miss her, which meant he was on his own for the evening. He had simply lost all privileges to be around her or even see her. "Tough Love" She had called it as she pushed him hard onto the bed, tying him down with a scarf that she knew he would be able to wiggle out of in a minute or two, and left.

Prestine demanded control. She had to have it in all aspects of her life. Most things were rainbows and sparkly dead puppies to the girl, but she drew the line and relinquishing control. She would sooner take someone's life.

The only person who she allowed to have any amount of control was her brother, and that was mostly because he was more pig headed than she was. Plus, she couldn't kill him so she just dealt with it.

Sometimes Prestine envied her brother. He took what he wanted, like she did, but he was naive about most things still. Like taking on a pet, for instance. Alyson was a fiery little thing, and Sebastian had to learn how to control her. Prestine had no problem getting the men she took to her bed to relinquish all control to her. She was manipulative and forceful and just the right amount of sexy. Stupid men were no match for her, which was what she preferred.

She thought maybe she should just release this Kitten she had. She adored him but clinging was a bad sign. Things were going to go sour really quickly if he continued this behavior. Part of her hoped it would so she could torment him relentlessly. She decided in that moment that's what she would do! Prestine took to the streets and went in search for something special for the boy. A gift, perhaps, which she would combine with an empty apology. That way when he made the same mistake she could turn on him, showing no mercy.

But what to get him? She pondered as she walked around Peanut Street. Most of the little shops were closed, but that wouldn't really stop her. Perhaps his gift should be a new costume! Something fun, sexy... Prestine stopped by a lingerie store and stared through the window. She wondered if she could break in... Then she rolled her eyes.

With a few tries she had managed to break the handle clear off the door. Waltzing in would be no problem for her. She browsed the aisles, treading lightly, finding adorable matching sailor undergarments! Looked like tomorrow evening would be filled with seamen!

Just as she was getting ready to leave she accidentally tripped the alarm. "Oh, honestly." She said rolling her eyes and moving quickly out the front door. She grabbed a bag on the way out, throwing her stolen goods in them, and moved to walk beside a girl who was already strolling the street. "Fine night for a stroll." She said to the girl pleasantly as if she had been casually at her side all night.

[nicoleryder]

More blocks of concrete passed by, not a single car was around. She watched the cracks in the cement, skipping over them when the time came. Step on a crack, break your mother's back. She glanced at her surroundings, she still had a good 10 minutes until she reached her apartment.

She didn't even know why she was bothering to go home. Nothing and no one was there to do. She'd end up watching corny 80's movies on the couch until 6 AM. She needed some action, excitement. The night was still young! She had plenty of hours until her next class. She was feeling dangerous. Well, dangerous for a Blurr.

She began playing with her powers. Utterly bored. Watching as the night sky blurred. Her hand mirroring the stars, but only on her palm. It was if her hand had taken a photo of the sky. The back of her hand was still fleshy pink skin. Then, as if she was a chameleon, she changed the color of the sky on her hand. Rainbow nights danced across her palm in some exotic pattern. Nicole got carried away, so focused on her hand, that she didn't look up for a few blocks.

Until a screeching noise interrupted her thoughts.

Nicole nearly jumped twenty feet into the air. The siren from the store up ahead was outrageously loud in the dead of night. She glanced nervously around her, wondering where the culprit was. As soon as she turned her head forward, she noticed a girl step to her side. She didn't have any reply yet, actually Nicole probably had her jaw swinging wide open. She was stunned. That girl just robbed a store!

A second thought then ran through her brain. This is what you asked for... excitement. She could obviously tell that this girl next to her didn't give a fuck about anything or anyone. "Uhm... Yeah. You could say that." Another glance at the girl told her she probably shouldn't mess with her. Nicole was reckless at times, but not entirely stupid. "So..." she said as she glanced back at the fading store, "what was worth stealing?" She was cautious. Something wasn't entirely right about this situation... but she couldn't put a finger on it.

Suddenly, Nicole remembered her hand. She quickly tucked it into her pocket, willing for it to change back to normal. The girl probably didn't see. It was partially camoflauged. And in this dead of night it would be hard to spot. Even with the street lights... Right? Please say she didn't notice, she thought to no one.

[PRESTINE DAVENPORT]

It was second nature for the girl to take things that didn't belong to her. She loved it! Why spend perfectly good inherited money on something when you had a Gargoyle discount?

"So...whatwas worth stealing?" Prestine was already pulling her prepaid phone out and held a finger up casually to the girl as she strolled beside her, silently telling her to hold on one moment. Prestine preferred the prepaid phones. This way when it was done she could ditch it and get a new one. No one needed her phone number, and she didn't need any of those idiot companies having her information. These just made life so much more convenient for her.

Her fingers moved quickly on the number pad and in a moment she had the phone pressed to her ear. "Yes, I'd like to report a robbery? Peanut Street and the corner of Acorn Street. Yes, the alarm in the lingerie shop just went off and someone in a hooded sweatshirt ran out. Yes. Towards Hickory I believe. It looked to be black with a white logo or something on the back. Yes. Yes. Oh goodness, it's very dark. Maybe 5'10''? I think so. No, anonymous is fine. Yes. You're welcome. Thanks for keeping Scriptor Bay safe!" She hung up and slipped the phone back into her pocket and turned to the girl.

"Sorry." She said with a little giggle, shrugging her shoulders. "Now what did you...oh. Oh, you HAVE to see these! You're just going to die!" Prestine gushed as she pulled the male thong out and the matching one for herself. "It's for me and my pet." She told the girl proudly, not having noticed her little hand trick. Even if she had, she wouldn't really care. It wasn't really in Prestine to care much about others.

"Ugh, we are going to have so much fun tomorrow night." She took the bra out after slipping the underwear back in, showing the girl before giving her a funny look. "Why are you walking around so late by yourself?" She asked almost innocently. "You know, there are predators out here."

Prestine would know. She was one.

[nicoleryder]

She raised a brow as the girl raised her finger. The way this girl cut her off was not rude, some how. Nicole had no idea why she found this so amusing. She did laugh at practically anything though. She held back her laughter as she talked on the phone. She casually ran her fingers through her hair, exhaling slowly. She was setting up some imaginary kid. Brilliant. This girl was a sociopath. And with that realization she almost started laughing again.

"Oh, you HAVE to see these! You're just going to die!"

The emotion in her voice, speaking to Nicole as if she was long time friends, confused her at first. What is up with this girl? Her eyes widened as the girl pulled out matching thongs. The fact that this girl robbed the store for just some simple lingerie, probably for her and her significant other, was outrageously hilarious. She was so surprised that she almost forgot to laugh. She was laughing hard, until she mentioned her "pet". She stopped dead in her steps for a minute, before hurrying to catch up. Now she was really curious. Was this girl gettin' down and dirty with her dog or something? I mean... I guess I shouldn't judge... she thought questionably. But this would be bestiality. What the hell. This chick was wild. Nicole doubted her sanity.

And she was so proud! The confidence she surrounded herself with when talking about her "pet" was astounding. Strange. "Ugh, we are going to have so much fun tomorrow night." If that didn't sound sexual she didn't know what did. And she knew sexual! Nicole was just blinking and staring, saying absolutely nothing to the girl, until she asked her a question.

"I came from the Jack Kit, I'm heading home." Her voice was strangely soft, she noticed this and pulled her cocky self back on top. "I'm not too worried about it. I was hoping for a little excitement, even." Her smirk pulled across her face when she met the girl's gaze. I found excitement, alright. If this girl didn't give her dangerous side a kick, she didn't know what would. She was the extreme of extreme, Nicole noted. Her conscious was constantly bickering at her, and she knew this girl was bad news. At this point, she didn't give a flying shit.

"When you say pet... Is that some sort of nick name for your fuck buddy?" She had to know. This would drive her completely crazy if she didn't find out.

[PRESTINE DAVENPORT]

Prestine thought this girl was extremely stupid for walking home from that bar drunk. She didn't care for the Jack Kit. It was full of obnoxious teenage humans who got too tipsy in the wrong way. They didn't enjoy themselves properly! It was sloppy the way they acted. Prestine preferred the Silent Stone. Sure, it was probably because Gargoyles hung out there, but also because people there knew how to conduct themselves. There were never nineteen year old girls in wet t-shirts with nipple and belly button piercings prancing around in their boy shorts on the bar screaming the lyrics to some sad bastard country song! Did they not realize how idiotic they looked?

Prestine liked snapping those sorts of peoples necks.

She wondered briefly if this girl behaved like that, but decided in the end she didn't care enough so she allowed the thought to slip away as easily as a smokey puff of warm breath in the cool breeze of the night.

"Well, if you want excitement you must make it." Prestine explained as if it were logical, which to her it was. One rarely found excitement. "And you should always worry when wandering alone. If you're alone, no one will ever hear you scream." The look she offered the girl was a dark one, a small smirk dancing over her lips. She wouldn't do anything to her, though. Not yet. Not until she gave her reason to.

"And kitten is more than a...fuck buddy." She hated that term. It was one often used by the silly little people who would find themselves hanging out at the Jack Kit. "We're like lovers. Sort of. He lives in my room. I like to dress him up and he performs for me." She sighed, not realizing she didn't answer the girls internal question. "I fear he's getting clingy, though. I don't know what to do about it, really. I mean, I can't just kill him! Well, I could but I love this one. You should hear the way he rolls those R's. Ugh, that alone practically brings me to the brink. No, I might just have to take him somewhere and leave him there, hope he finds a better home. Maybe he'll go back to Mexico... I guess I could always have him deported. That would be nice and easy. And way cleaner than slitting his throat." She gave a little laugh and shook her head, smiling at the girl at her side, completely expecting her to understand exactly what she meant.

"Anyway!" She chirped suddenly! "Enough about me and Kitten. How should we remedy this little quandary of yours? What would be exciting. Name anything!"

[nicoleryder]

She glanced over to watch the girl's smirk form in one of the most deadly shapes she's ever seen on a human face. Her words naturally gave her a shiver and she pulled her jacket closer. Like she thought earlier, the only problem she would find were Gargoyles and shifted Therians. She wondered briefly if she was either... but dismissed the thought. She was just spooked. The odds of her finding a human was far greater.

She knew no trick of her's could scare off this one. She did ask for it though. A sigh escaped before she replied. "I-I thought my chances were pretty equal. My ride was drunk and he wouldn't walk home with me." She shrugged, nonchalantly. Friends came and go. She'd probably let him go. As soon as she found out he was okay.

Nicole noticed how much emotion was put into each feature and word with this chick. She was practically disgusted as she said the words 'fuck buddy'. As she described this "Kitten" she figured he was whipped or he was being held hostage by this woman. Probably a little of both. She looked like she could seduce her share of men, and then some. Nicole was relieved that it wasn't an animal... One problem to cross of the medical list. This girl was wild.

She wasn't very phased when she talked about killing her Hispanic friend. Even though Nicole hardly knew her, she could just tell she would do it. It was a fact just like the grass is green. Nicole's usual cocky attitude was covered by her caution. She kept an eye on this one constantly. Already Nicole had trouble trusting others. This wariness was growing as she walked with this woman.

In the background sirens could be heard, lights splashed against the building. It brought the street to life. But it also cast some creepy shadows. "What would be exciting. Name anything!" She took a minute to think. Although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. "If I knew myself, I'd be doing it." She pointed out casually, allowing the last word to fade out as she continued to wrack her brain.

She glanced back at the noise and lights, raising her eyebrows and smirking. "We could give those cops a little more action than a little underwear thief?" As she spoke she allowed herself to begin to blend into her surroundings. Not completely invisible, but could be described as an apparition. A ghost.

[PRESTINE DAVENPORT]

Prestine didn't even bother turning her head when she heard the sirens. They weren't for her. Well, technically they had been because of her, but they weren't coming for her, and they certainly wouldn't be looking for her. Not with the tip-off she had offered.

She was starting to grow slightly tired with the girl when she mentioned she didn't know how to be exciting. How very dull. What good was she if she couldn't be any fun? Then she spoke again and Prestine smirked. "We could give those cops a little more action than a little underwear thief?" There were so many other shops they could break into, and they could get caught much more easily since the cops were already on the scene.

When Prestine looked over at her new counterpart to tell her she liked the idea, she noticed something odd about her. She wasn't quite there, but she was. Prestine wasn't a fool and she didn't like to be made one, or have anyone attempt to make her one. It made her angry, and Prestine didn't enjoy being angry.

"Only an idiot would give away their identity to a complete stranger." She snapped, stopping in her tracks to glare at the girl. "Do you expect me to be impressed with you? To ogle in wonder at the incredible disappearing girl?" She asked, her tone demeaning. It took a great deal of energy to be angry, and Prestine liked to keep her energy for things she enjoyed. This only made her more irritated, feeling like the girl was taking away something precious from her.

"If you have any respect for yourself or your species you will cease that negligent behavior. Have you no shame? Have you no respect for being more than a simple human?" Her eyes narrowed and she fought the urge to backhand the child.

In an instant the anger was completely gone. It was like fire and ice. "Now.. what were we discussing.. hmm.." She patted her lip with a single finger and gazed thoughtfully to the sky. "Ah! Giving the cops a run for their money. Yes.. We could go on a shopping spree! Or we could always publicly display the deceased. Hmm... did you have any ideas?"

[nicoleryder]

Her anger came out of nowhere! Nicole's brow only raised as she went off. It was like a switch. "Whoa now didn't mean to hit a nerve. And no I can guess you've seen more impressive things than this. Why else would I show you?" She shrugged nonchalantly, allowing herself to slowly fade back to normal. "Also, an idiot? Maybe. I'm just trying to have fun." Nicole didn't really see the big deal. She thought the girl was over reacting a little.

She also tuned her out as she got lectured. She's heard it before, but only from her mother. Nicole knew there was something different about this girl, other than she was psychotic. She obviously had knowledge of the legend. Since she clearly has some strong feelings about non-human abilities. Also, Nicole had a way of not caring. Once she got used to this errotic girl, she became more relaxed. Her real self pulled together, and he fear ebbed away. Of course she was still cautious. But that was her natural sense around others. Trust was not part of her make up.

"Hmm... did you have any ideas?"

Actually, she did, now. Thinking about this girl's first two examples it was simple when the idea popped into her mind. "Why don't we combine the two? Steal, then leave behind a little present for them." She laughed lightly at the sight. She loved pranks, lived for them really. This was a little much... but what the hell. You only live once. She kicked at a loose pebble as she waited for her reply.

Nicole then realized she didn't even know this girl's name. She thought about offering hers, but decided getting any more personal wouldn't be the best idea. Also she almost knew this girl wouldn't give a rats ass about her name. It's just better this way, she thought.

Surprisingly she wasn't worried about getting caught and going to jail. She thought this girl wasn't naive enough to make a mistake. Also her powers gave her an edge. She could simply camouflage herself until the pressure died down. She really didn't have anything to worry about. Except showing the girl where she lived. She turned down a street, heading back towards the shops and Peanut Street. They were getting close to the apartments, so she detoured. They needed to get back towards the action if they wanted to go through with these plans anyways.

[PRESTINE DAVENPORT]

Prestine ignored the girls silly comments about having fun. Showing what you were wasn't fun, it was reckless. It was odd the things Prestine found to be reckless and careless considering the many horrific deeds she'd done over the years. She had no problem ending a life. Heck, she enjoyed it. There was nothing quite like the look in someones eyes as you stole their last breath, as you feel their heart stop pumping. It was invigorating to say the least; a high. Still, she had no patience for bad Guardians. True, as a Guardian, she should respect all life, but that simply wasn't so. She had one job; protect the tree and those it wishes to harm if ever it decided to open up once more. Nowhere in that job description was she expected to not kill someone if she felt she had valid reason. Only Prestine didn't always have real "valid" reasons for why she did what she did. She just simply...did.

"Why don't we combine the two? Steal, then leave behind a little present for them." Now that sounded like a good idea. "But the stores are closed and the streets pretty deserted." Prestine said slowly, unsure who they would kill and leave behind. Her pale, cold eyes landed on Nicole. She could leave her for them to find. Her head cocked to the side like a dog, trying to figure something out as she stared at the girl, her eyes piercing her soul.

Prestine then nodded and grinned innocently like a child who had just gotten their way after throwing a massive tantrum. "Yes, let's have a shopping spree, shall we?" She suggested as she looked around. What did she need? Soap!

"This shop looks very quaint.." She said a little absentmindedly as she walked to the door of Sunshines Too. "Let's sniff lotion!" She suggested chipperly and pulled the door handle out and destroying the frame in the process. She opened the door with ease after that and waved a hand to Nicole. "Ladies first."

[nicoleryder]

"But the stores are closed and the streets pretty deserted."

The look she gave Nicole made her eyes widen. Her brain was frying from trying to develop an escape plan. She had the sudden urge to bolt to her apartment and lock every door and window. Bar it with boards, even, since she didn't think a simple deadlock could stop this chick. She barely resisted squirming and it was astounding that Nicole even got her next sentence now. Surprisingly steady, "The surprise doesn't have to be some dead person... We could always leave some roadkill or rearrange their mannequins." She didn't want to seem too afraid of the girl, although she probably didn't even care. She'd strike down Nicole no matter what her attitude was at the moment.

Plus the thought of killing someone finally registered in her hazy mind. No fucking way. Nicole may be a trickster, but not a murderer. She didn't have any doubts of this girl though, she'd kill her without a thought. If she gave her a reason.

Nicole actually liked this shop, especially for their lotion! She felt a twang of guilt as she watched Crazy open the door. With unbelievable strength. She stared at the door for awhile, wondering how this chick managed to do such a thing. Maybe she was a gorilla Therian, and had some super strength. Or possibly she took steroids.Nonetheless this girl was freaky. Thus, she nicknamed her Crazy. But wouldn't allow her to know that, of course.

She knew that look she gave her earlier. In fact, Nicole couldn't stop thinking about that psychotic gaze. Crazy was thinking about using her as their little surprise puppet. A shiver threatened to wrack her body as Nicole stepped into the shop. Looking around she knew it had no fancy alarm system, except for the obvious theft scanner at the door. So she walked smoothly to her favorite shelf, it held all the best lotions and candles of the sorts, at least to her. She began using some as she noticed the little tea kettle a few steps away. Maybe that would calm her nerves.

As she rubbed in the lotion, pocketing the bottle, she made her way over to the little stove. Everything was left in place, all she had to do was turn on the gas. She used a dish towel to turn the stove on, and flames danced under the metal kettle. She had already poured some water into the container before hand.

[PRESTINE DAVENPORT]

"The surprise doesn't have to be some dead person..." Prestine lost interest with what she was saying then and there. What fun was it to not kill? The girl would look lovely all bloodied; crimson would definitely be a nice color on her. It would mesh nicely with her hair, to have globs of thick, dark blood soaking the ends like tips, her clothes splattered delicately with it, her eyes vague and cold. Prestine thought it would be a shame to not be able to see this girl be a dead spectacle. She was practically born to be a beautiful corpse. Pity.

Of course her mentioning they didn't have to kill anyone didn't completely deter Prestine, but maybe it would be more fun to have her around. She could prove to be useful, and she decided maybe she would be a fun play thing for her brother when he finally slaughtered his current one. If Alyson kept on the way she was, she would be dead by the close of the month. Maybe Prestine could even bring her home for herself. It would be fun to taunt Kitten with her, and the sound a girl made screaming was always nice in comparison to a man. They were able to hit those high, terrified notes that males were just incapable of.

The gargoyle looked around the shop, picking up bottles and bars and sniffing them. They were mostly very lovely, but some were not quite her taste. She casually went behind the counter and picked two paper bags that had the stores logo printed on them, and came back around. "Carrying each item will be too much of a burden. Here." She insisted, pushing a bag to Nicole as she made off and looted what she wanted.

She would be sure to get something nice for Kitten and perhaps her brother. She would even get something for his little pet, because why not? She was still alive and she was female and living females did enjoy the infer things in life by nature, so it was the kind thing to do, and after all, Prestine was very kind when she felt the urge to be. Just because she had no intention of keeping people alive, didn't mean she had no heart or couldn't show compassion! She was extraordinarily compassionate at times! Not even when it was just for convenience.

When she heard the girl making tea, she turned and looked, making her way over. "The tea here is wonderful." She told the girl and her eyes wandered around the selection. "Hmm... do you see the darjeeling?" She asked, then her eyes spotted it. "Neevermiinndd." She sang and yanked it, hopping up onto the counter. "What fun this is!" She gushed, looking into her bag. "My brother raided my bathroom for his little pet, but now I can restock a bit. Granted he took my finest items from Paris, but the shipment should be in next week. This will surely hold em over until then." She poked through the bag and sighed, laying back so her head dangled over the counter and she could look at Nicole upside down. "What else do you fancy? Should we break into the vintage shop?"

[nicoleryder]

Nicole nodded when she was handed the bag. It would be easier, but Nicole wasn't really planning on taking a lot of things from this shop. She had all she needed in lotion and soap, except for the one she'd already grabbed. In fact, she was hoping they could hit the Vintage Carousel so she could grab some new threads. She was in need of some belts and shoes. She slipped the lotion bottle in the bag anyways as she began making tea. She grabbed a to-go cup and poured herself the tea. She left some in case Crazy wanted some.

Even as she was brewing her tea, Nicole's hair on the back of her neck stood on end. There just was a creepy feeling about this girl. She couldn't shake it. Actually, Nicole kind of felt she was stuck with this girl until she was finished... using her. If Nicole left now, she felt as if she'd be held hostage or some silly thing like that. She would have to find some way to ease out of this... But for now, Nicole was safe. She warily watched her as she sprawled across the small bar.

"My brother raided my bathroom for his little pet, but now I can restock a bit...."

Nicole gulped nervously. Brother? Great, she thought sarcastically. Someone just as insane as this chick? Highly unlikely. And he has a "pet" as well... Nicole wondered if these pets were with these people against their wills. Very likely. Nicole didn't really listen to her after that. Too hung up on the fact that there were two of these creatures. Chilled to the bone more like it... She only nodded and made the appropriate noises at the right places. She didn't want to piss off this one.

She took a long drink from her tea. It burned her throat slightly, but she was expecting that. Immediately she felt calmer. Maybe it was all in her head, but the tea really did help. Her nerves died down, but her wariness never skipped a beat. She constantly watched the girl. Her seemingly innocent position, laying along the bar, was still suspicious to Nicole. Maybe she was paranoid? Well, not any more after this soothing tea!

"Should we break into the vintage shop?"

Nicole's eyes brightened. Finally something they could agree on! "You read my mind!" There was actually excitement in her voice. All of the scared emotions she felt were washed away with the thought of a new wardrobe. But she was always cautious, don't get her wrong. She hopped over the little bar with her bag and to-go cup. She even reached a hand out to offer the strange girl some help down. She thought she'd at least show some politeness, it was Nicole's kindness that came out at all the wrong times.

[PRESTINE DAVENPORT]

When The girl had finished making her own tea, Prestine sat up and spun around so she could easily slide off the counter on the opposite side. She moved towards the cups and filled one with hot water, easily finding the tea she had inquired about before. She hopped back up onto the counter and took a slow sip, letting the boiling liquid slide down her throat. It felt so, so good. Prestine let her eyes slide shut letting the tea warm her entire body from the inside out.

"You read my mind!" The girl had become almost chipper and Prestine found a new spark in herself as well. She grinned, momentarily forgetting about ending this girls life, and took the outstretched hand, letting her help her off the counter. Prestine certainly needed no help, but a kind gesture like that, even from a female, was always nice to take.

Tea cup in one hand and bag in the other Prestine left Sunshine's Too with Nicole, the door wide open. Let the police find it if they liked. They had better things to do. "Come, come." She sang out to the girl as they traveled down the street together, Prestine skipping lightly. She enjoyed to dance as she walked, and did so now as she skipped, never caring what others thought of her. If they laughed, they laughed, but snide remarks often ended in pain. It was simply the way it was. Prestine couldn't tolerate rudeness.

When they got to the store she easily let herself in and was glad when no alarm went off. She wanted to enjoy herself in this store. The vintage shoppe was a place you wanted to look through slowly, scour the racks carefully, for everything in it was one of a kind. "I once found these fabulous sunglasses from the 70's here." She didn't bother explaining why she had found them so fabulous. Prestine had actually owned a similar pair n the 70's when they had been stylish, but Sebastian had broken them in a fit of rage and she had never been able to find ones like it again. So when she had found a pair there at the Vintage Carousel, it had been a very lovely surprise indeed.

"I think the 50's were my favorite era, though. Things were better then. Women were treated far better than they are now. sure, they received less political respect, but socially they were practically queens. At least in the city." She explained as if she knew from experience, which she had. If she could go back to any time, that would certainly be it. She eyed the racks, seeing more than just old clothes; Prestine saw memories.

[nicoleryder]

Nicole exited the shop with her bag and to-go cup. The lid was closed as to keep that tasty tea hot. She was oddly not surprised when Crazy started skipping. It was almost expected of her. Nicole walked briskly behind her, never one to skip. But she was still excited they were going to one of her favorites shops. Even if... they were stealing from it. She grinned when the Vintage Carousel came into view. She still had her gaudy 90's clothes. 'God' only knows how that came into fashion. The 80's were a bit better, but not by much in Nicole's eyes. She was too young to really enjoy the 70's era that she was born into.

"I once found these fabulous sunglasses from the 70's here."

Nicole could only imagine what type they were. The 70's had some crazy sunglasses. As a child, she had a favorite pair. She'd wear them everywhere with her cousins. She missed them. Her cousins, not the sunglasses. She stepped inside after Crazy, and looked around the dark shoppe. She immediately headed towards the shoes. She couldn't help herself when it came to shoes. She was a typical girl in that sense. But these were vintage, turn of fashion, shoes. She'd got to have a pair in her size.

Nicole idly listened to Crazy's spiel on the 50's. From her classes and knowledge, she could agree. "As long as you were white." She added in later. The 50's were the start of the modern Civil Rights Movement. She didn't like history because of all the pain that people went through in the past. It was frustrating to Nicole. She wanted everything to be just... happy! She forced herself to be happy sometimes. It was more fun that way! For instance, now. She really should be scared, and hoping to keep her life at the end of this. Crazy gave her the chills. But she ignored instinct. She couldn't run now.

She found a pair of open-toed heels and a legit pair of All-Stars Converse. Tonight really was her night for fashion. When she turned around she spotted a pair of sunglasses that had to be from the 70s. She snatched them up and put them on immediately. She strutted over to Crazy, tapped her on the shoulder, and pointed to the sunglasses. But then, she saw a tiny light outside, that seemed to be growing. She pulled down the sunglasses to get a better look. It was like a flashlight of some sort... They were close to the scene of the crime but not suspiciously close. Could it be... A cop?