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Haylee woke up about an hour after sunset. She wanted to get to Elysium as quickly as possible, as she didn't want to get on anyone's bad side by accidentally showing up late or anything of the like. She'd already had to move an appointment with her agent to tomorrow night (she had forgotten what tonight WAS when she first made it), so she didn't want anything else messing things up. So, after rolling out of bed and putting a brush through her hair, she got dressed and drove herself toward the Elysium.
She didn't mind having to go through the metal detector and whatnot. She didn't typically carry around weapons herself (that she knew of, anyway). When she got inside, she started to walk around, looking at the 'art.'
What she's wearing. She's not a fancy dresser, kids.
You peruse the art for a short while, keeping to yourself, when you hear the voice you know far too well. "Hey, why are you looking at this crap? Why do you always look at art that sucks? This art tastes terrible, and doesn't smell too good either. Listen, you've got something to do tonight, and I don't mean tasting that overrated "diva" of a prince yodel at you."
Haylee's eyes flicker upward, as if she's looking up at the ceiling. "I'm looking at it because it gives me something to do. It's one time a month that I gotta be at these things. You'd think that you could keep your shit together for a few hours." Not that she really expected him to do so or anything. He was the first to express his displeasure at anything of the like. "And what are you wanting me to do TONIGHT anyway?"
She doesn't keep her voice especially low or anything. It's more like she's having a conversation with someone...that no one else can see. Then again, she's a Malkavian. Does ANYONE really look twice at her while she does it?
"Well I've got someone you need to meet with for me, but I don't know if they're here yet, I don't remember what she feels like, but I'll know her when I smell her." Sy said, somehow seeming lost in his own thoughts inside your thoughts. "Oh yeah, she loves shoes, did you remember to wear nice shoes?"
Time passes as you all mill about Elysium, (feel free to speak to anyone during the meantime, just mark in your post that it's before this event), then, a beautiful woman in a brilliant red dress walks through the door and is accosted loudly by one of the sheriffs ghoul lackeys. "Hey, you gotta leave the weapons with us, don't make me pat you down."
"There she is!" Sy yells within your head, "I could smell that dress from a mile away."
"Listen here, every month I come here and you accost me claiming I have weapons just so you can try to feel me up, if you try it again your boss will be cleaning your blood from this magnificent marble stair." Minnie says, in the whiniest high-pitched voice you've ever heard, and yet somehow with that body the voice doesn't bother you.
Sheriff Blizzard appears moments later, grabbing his lackey by the scruff of his neck. "Speak to the lady like that again and I'm going to let her follow through. Now apologize and get out of her way." The lackey mumbles a quick apology and skitters off like a scolded child. "Sorry ma'am, please go on through," the sheriff says, tipping his hat to Minnie.
Haylee looks down at the 'fuck me' heels that she forced herself to wear tonight. "What's it look like?" she asks him in a low grumble. "And seriously. Sometimes you are as useful as a hole in my skull." Which she somewhat feels like is going to eventually happen because she shares her head with another person.
When he yells 'there she is,' Haylee literally grabs her head as if she has a headache. "Not so damn loud!" she snaps, feeling the need to take some Advil even though it totally won't work.
"So do I just go up to her and say 'hey the voice in my head wants me to talk to you' or what?"