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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Apr 18, 2012 21:32:00 GMT -5
Prestine, for the most part, ignored her new friend as she roamed around. So many things in there reminding her of different times in her life. She smiled as her fingers danced across bell bottom pants, paisley scarves, legwarmers, disco dresses. Her eyes landed on a peasant dress with a delicate soft brown and dust blue pattern on it. It had an ivory lace bib and, to Prestine, it was beautiful. Something she probably would have wore four decades ago.
Her fingers slipped it from the hanger, and without thinking about it she pulled her shirt off and slid the dress over her head. A perfect fit! The girl ran a hand through he hair, ruffling it a little and then went in search of shoes, but before she could move she felt a light tapping on her shoulder. Brows raised, she turned to look at her friend.
She eyed her up and down and then she noticed the glasses, her lips curling up in a smile. "Very nice." She purred to Nicole, though they weren't the same as the one's she'd spoke of earlier. They were still pretty spiffy. She wrinkled her nose a little. "You are tres chic, darling." She complimented, her eyes moving towards the window to see the lights that had caught the other girls attention.
A light.
The smile grew. Fear wasn't an emotion Prestine felt often. "How delicious." She said in a soft menacing voice, though there was something amused in her tone. "Someone else has come to play with us. Ooh... I do hope." In that moment she was more a predator than anything else. She wasn't interested in playing with the cops tonight. Prison didn't suit her, and she would kill to avoid it.
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Post by nicoleryder on Apr 25, 2012 15:24:35 GMT -5
Nicole's plan was to find the first exit and bolt. She was not going to deal with the cops. At least not straight-on. No way. Nicole was not up for any confrontation tonight. Or even given them a glance at her face. She felt blessed in that moment, for being a Blurr. Getting away would be that much easier. While she listened to Crazy, though, her face distorted in a grimace. Was she nuts!? Nicole couldn't believe the words Crazy said. She wanted to play with the cops. She should have seen this coming. The sound of her voice made Nicole shake her head. This was going to end with blood. She could tell. She pitied the poor policeman carrying that light.
The light had finally reached the door, flashing through the glass. It searched the store like a lighthouse for boats. Luckily it didn't land on Nicole. She had quickly made her way to the rear exit, already camouflaging herself in with the surroundings with her abilities. "Hey!" she shouted in a whisper, "Let's go!" She waved her hand at Crazy, motioning her to follow. (That hand returning to flesh for that gesture.) She peeked out the rear entrance, an ally without lights or blockades. She could see the street a few feet away. Looking back inside, she saw the door jiggle. They found the lock was smashed.
As soon as the door swung open, Nicole slipped outside. At this point she didn't care if Crazy followed her. She ducked behind a dumpster, to see if she did in fact follow. Why didn't she just leave? Was it that she cared for this chick? No. She simply stuck around for two reasons. One, she wanted a little adrenaline rush. And two, she felt almost... trapped in her presence. Like if she had left without a formal good-bye Nicole would regret it. She wondered what she could be doing in there! For some strange reason, Nicole had a feeling Crazy was about to do something... crazy.
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Apr 26, 2012 21:10:05 GMT -5
Excitement tingled through her, a devilish grin on her face. She couldn't wait to play! "Hey!" The words made her turn, her brows raising in curiosity as her head cocked to the side. Prestine pouted when the other girl wanted to leave without saying hello to their new friend. She turned back to the door as it jiggled, wondering if she should stay or go. Staying would mean a blood bath which would be insanely fun, but so messy. And with all these fabulous vintage outfits...
She felt like a child, folding her arms and pouting further in a mini tantrum. She didn't want to go! She wanted to play!
Prestine looked back at the door her friend was waving her towards, then the front door again, hearing it creek open. With a heavy sigh followed by a soft pitiful whimper, she moved to the back door quickly without a sound, evading the shining light.
Once in the alley she turned, looking for the girl. Had she run off already? The thought made Prestine crazy angry and she seethed for a moment, her eyes growing dark. How could she abandon her when they were having such fun? Maybe she should go take her anger out on the cops.
No. She was too sad to play with them now. She gripped the building, kicking off the ground. Maybe she'd just go home and play with Kitten.
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Post by nicoleryder on May 7, 2012 19:47:58 GMT -5
She was about to step out from behind her hiding place, assuming the girl knew she was in the alley. But when she saw the dark, confused look on Crazy's face, she stayed hidden. Even took the extra precaution of camouflaging herself. Nicole knew it was better to hide here than to risk being dragged along any further. She was amazed when the girl started scaling the wall. Incredible. Was she some kind of spiderman hybrid or what? That was some crazy strength....
Was she a Gargoyle?
Nicole knew it was probable. But one was innocent until proven guilty, of course. Not that it was a bad thing to be a Gargoyle... When the coast was clear she emerged from the alley. She noticed that the night was darker than it was supposed to be... and found out that she was still wearing the glasses. She stole these! What if she was caught! The police were inside the shop right now. She started freaking out, only to remember that nobody could see her in her current state. Shoving the sunglasses into her back pocket, Nicole bolted. She headed straight to her apartment, never looking back once.
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