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The Secretive Life

Sep 26, 2010 15:35

WHO: Elizaveta y Atthis
WHEN: Sunday Afternoon, September 26th
WHERE: The Streets of Liberty outside Dues Ex Machina- and beyond
WHAT: It's not what it looks like, ma'am.

( A crack in the door, a slit in the vines... )

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...W-why so amazing~ lizzypan September 27 2010, 04:00:01 UTC

Elizaveta checked her watch as she crossed the road quickly. If she hurried, she could make it in time for that new shop's opening sale. She smiled, humming to herself.

Turning the corner, she swore she saw something shift in the corner of her eye. A breeze passed by as she turned to look behind her. There was just a crowd of people. She shrugged and kept on walking.

Golly, this rag sure smells a lot like chloroform! /shot sapphicfragment September 27 2010, 04:17:52 UTC

On the move again and dammit, Atthis's two-too-many-inch heels were killing her feet. Rapidly, painfully. She would have thrashed Thera upside the head with them long ago were it not for her conscience always there to remind her that they called it 'manslaughter' in America and her business would suffer terribly for it.

She stumbled once, clutching onto the side of the nearest building into which she had inevitably careened. There was The Beauty, dashing ever farther from her grasp.

Atthis bit her lip, tilted her chin up and stepped back into full stride. If she sped up just a bit more...

FEAR MY ELBOWS. lizzypan September 27 2010, 04:26:25 UTC

Seeing the new store in sight, Elizaveta grinned and picked up her pace. She watched as a steady stream of girls flooded into the store, and she slowly bent her arms so that she would get the perfect elbow positioning to bump others out of her way.

Catching herself at the edge of the crowd, she stayed on the fray for a while before disappearing into the store, elbows held out proudly. Shopping was a tough business.

MY RIBS. MY RIIIIIBS.... sapphicfragment September 27 2010, 04:43:20 UTC

By the Gods did the woman have an arm.

It was that proud and ready pose that caught Atthis off guard enough to swing directly en route to her ribs, prodding her in some nameless must-have-been-a-pressure-point manner which heretofore did render her almost entirely in wheezes.

She stumbled after Elizaveta with a look of anguish, all harsh breathing and ragged pants. Her features were twisted into an angry grimace, her voice was harsh but she reached out to grab onto a slender shoulder undeterred with breath enough only for a raspy-

"Y....ou..."

lizzypan September 29 2010, 02:03:28 UTC

Elizaveta was about to reach for a cute sweater-thing when someone grabbed onto her shoulder, making her jump. She turned around, surprised, only to see a dozen other girls knocking each other around and screaming. Shrugging slightly, she looked back to the sweater to see that someone else had grabbed onto it.

She frowned, secretly cursing the mysterious shoulder-grabber. Looking elsewhere, she batted her way to where more of the sweaters lay, picking one up safely. Alright. Now all she had to was pay. She eyed the cashier steadily. It was going to take a lot of manpower to fight through those girls.

Thankfully, Elizaveta was ready for that.

S-sorry for the wait m'dear~ sapphicfragment October 4 2010, 21:55:20 UTC

Atthis doubled over, cheeks bloodied with an embarrassed flush. She was heedless of a woman cursing in disrupted Spanish at 'this estupid woman, get a hells out of my way' or a young lady fixing her with a brutal glare. Her eyes were for one lily only in this oasis and that floral beauty was expertly picking her way apart from the crowd toward the register.

A trembling pass of Atthis's arm as she attempted to support herself against the display directed her focus to a soft item. Some blouse of blue that she automatically latched onto as a front to fight her own way to the beginning of the line unquestioned.

She stepped on three pairs of feet and accidentally groped two rear ends trailing her angel, but a scant few inches had opened up by Elizaveta and Atthis squeezed into that space temporarily victorious despite the wrath of several dozen angry shoppers bearing down upon her. "M-miss..."

The garment flowed silkily between the fingers of her shaking hands. She leaned closer, murmured lowly, "Miss, I have something you need..."

It's fiiiine~ <3 lizzypan October 5 2010, 23:46:50 UTC

Elizaveta, receipt in hand, smiled lightly at the bag she was holding. It was another eventful day, another good shopping trip. She winced slightly, wiggling her toes in her sneakers. She'd have to ice them when she got home. They'd been practically trampled over.

Suddenly, there was a low voice beside her ear. Elizaveta let out a squeak and jumped, backing away while turning around. She looked up at the woman behind her, blushing and a little bit frightened. "I'm... I'm sorry? What?"

Meanwhile, the cashier girl glared impatiently at the exotic woman. "Are you going to pay for that, ma'am?"

As promised- I delivereth unto thee: your stalker~ <3 sapphicfragment October 10 2010, 03:49:33 UTC

It must have been in the timing or the snappy delivery of the waspish girl behind the counter but the sudden sharp, loudness of the question caught Atthis off guard. The garment was dropped. She instinctively seized Elizaveta's hand to delay her if only a moment longer but the cashier was persistent and Atthis was unstable on her heels, she tried to turn around in the mass of bodies- of all the days; truly Thera was a dead woman walking. What began as an innocent gesture ended as an unintentionally rough yank. A harsh pull that jerked Elizaveta flush to Atthis who only stood, shocked, her throat so on fire no more words could come.

And I delivereth: your knight in shining fabric~ <3 lizzypan October 10 2010, 04:03:01 UTC

Elizaveta felt like she was watching a slow-motion movie. As the woman behind her started to panic, the cashier girl only served to further fluster her. Making a move to shush the rude cashier, she felt her hand grabbed onto roughly, and before she knew it she was pressed tightly against the poor woman, quite nearly knocking the breath out of her. At first she was scared, but her instincts quickly took over, telling her that she had to save the poor woman from that horrible cashier girl.

She steadied them both by putting a hand on the other woman's back. The woman looked shocked to death, and Elizaveta could only guess that it was because she was just overwhelmed by everything in the store. Seeing that the clothing was dropped and therefore not wanted anymore, Elizaveta grabbed onto the other's hand and got them out of the store while keeping a firm grip on her.

"Are you okay?" She asked once they were back in the open air, letting go of the hand. She smiled. "You looked a bit scared there, miss."

O-oh my~ sapphicfragment October 29 2010, 17:36:44 UTC

Atthis tried to speak. She struggled to squeeze something from her vocal cords more than the strained, garbled groan that came rushing out but the action made her esophagus burn. Acid being poured down, down, down is what it felt like and wincing from that pain, she chanced rummaging around for the item she had to give her kind, sweet lipped angel.

A swiss army knife was withdrawn from an inner pocket, the tool with which she carved her soaps. How the mechanism managed to go off and flick the blade up, Atthis wasn't certain but there she stood, perilously close to Elizaveta with a knife in her grip. "Ah-" Not what she'd been searching for. Oh Gods not what she'd meant to pluck up at all. "Ahh...?"

O-oh. lizzypan October 30 2010, 17:00:32 UTC

She watched as the woman seemed to choke on her own words, probably still shocked from the whole incident. Not knowing whether to take a step back or forwards, Elizaveta chanced to move in a little closer to see what was wrong.

Oh, it was obvious what was wrong, Elizaveta thought as she watched the woman take out a knife. Her face paled and she stared down at it, then up at the woman's face. O-oh.

"What are you doing?" She asked nervously, keeping a steady eye on the knife. If she stepped back, would the woman lunge? What was the knife for? Was she a... killer? Her hands started to shake. She'd need to take the woman down immediately.

sapphicfragment November 28 2010, 03:08:48 UTC

'What' indeed. Attempting frantically to switch her carving knife closed, Atthis gestured to her neck with a free hand, trying to mouth the words 'I mean you no harm' when Elizaveta's posture turned defensive.

"Nn..."

Grecian curses began to flood her mind. Of all the foolish, stupid things she could have done... Atthis gulped thickly. 'Don't run' she wanted to say. 'Don't run'

And Gods bless her luck, of course it came out as only a squeak and a barely discernible: "rrn...run..."

please don't hurt me OTL lizzypan January 3 2011, 19:01:49 UTC

Run? She had asked her to... run?

"Well then, it's been very nice meeting you." Elizaveta smiled nervously, looking at her again. Perhaps she should take the advice. Maybe it was for the best, really. "But I must ah, I must be getting my hair done. Bangs trimmed, you know the like." She laughed, taking a step back.

"Then, goodbye!" And without another look back, she ran away from the knife and the suspicious woman, also managing to end up in Chinatown at the end of it.

Well. That hadn't been too lovely.

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