"Naw man, naw! You don't get it....Chase Rosewind....Let me say it again....Chhhaaaaasssseeeee Roooossseeeewiinnnddd." She had the stage manager against a wall. For a lanky little thing she was tough. The man was stammering a bit while the pink haired devil stood there. She look rougher than rough around the edges, almost as if she had kicked the habbit only months ago. When the man continued to stutter she started off with," I uh...dur uh....gee uh....uh uh uh....Why are men always so tongue tied around me?" She said mocking a hurtful tone.
Apart of the appeal of this place for exiles and runaways alike was that nobody knew anybody here. It was like a city, but far less comforting. Any shape or form was here, like a year round zoo without bars. It was why Chase was here in the first place. Rainbow dreads were strewn across the surface of a table. She lied on it as if it functioned doubly for a bed. She rested on her side, a spread of cards on the table. Holding the deck, she studied the cards carefully.
"Do, you, hear, the, words, coming, out, of, my, mouth?" She still had that poor man pinned. Golden eyes were narrowed in agrivation as those marked fingertips gripped at the collar of his shirt," I will gut you if you do not tell me where I can fin-." Her head jerked to look out over the bar from right behind the curtain. She knew that rainbow hair anywhere," Poop me a pot o' gold." She patted the sweating man's cheek before she casually started to stride out on stage," A rock is twenty bucks but I can cut you a deal....Just will cost ya later Rosewind."
Just as the words of another came into the bar's space, she flipped the next card. She smiled at the flipped card. The Queen of Cups. Chase smiled down at the card, as if the very card had the face she had yet to see with her own two eyes. Palms drummed on the table before she practically sprung off of it. "Riddle me this! I don't believe my specs!" Mouth was wide with surprise, as she approached a familiar face with open arms. Her feathers fluttered, and beads seem to clap together in their own : form of applause.
"Best be believin em punk, I don't plan on leavin em." She winked, hopped off the bar and started towards the friend with a bright grin," Man oh man is it good to see your damn face." She laughed and embraced Chase in one of those bear hugs. Yet again, this would prove, she was hardly muscle, but still packed a punch. To Chase it was possibly better than when she had last been seen by the Gypsy.
"Same could be said 'bout you!" Her arms came to squeeze. Biceps came to contract and harden into geometric shapes as she held her smaller friend. They were two tiny thunders, these broads. Pulling away, a thumb came to the chin of her friend. "Skull, it's good'ta see ya, lookit cha mug!" It was a compliment. Her old dealer was far worse for wear than she was in the here and now. "Whaddya doin' here" Business?" Brows rose, grinning. Somehow, she had a feeling she knew.
"Business, psh, ya know business is for the thick headed. Naw. I'm here for the fun of it." Waving her hand a bit airily as if she was trying to avoid the truth of it all. She gave a sweet smile to Chase before it faltered and she sighed, no way to start. Keeping secrets from the one she planned to hide out with. Bad Scully! She shrugged," I quit the habit, had to quit the job. And you know how well that works." Pointer finger and thumb were shaped into a gun and put to her head.
A receptive nod evolved into a warm grin. Her hand came to softly swat away the handgun from her temple. An index finger came to press against that very same temple. "'Bout time y'got outta that shite. I'm squeaky clean m'self." She paused. "Okay, I still booze up like there's no tomorrow, but the stamps" None'a that." With a proud nod, she came to flick her ear. "Skull, I'm glad ya took the leap. Rehab begins now, huh?" Chase spoke of it casually. She had gone through it like the best of them.
"Rehab began a few weeks ago when the doc said I was gonna die if I didn't cut the shit." She shrugged, lanky shoulders rolling as she stood there," Cut the crack, dope made me hungry, so I packed on meat. Pretty much the only reason why I have that battle left to fight." She was half way there, a good measure if any. Pink hair flicked as she snapped her gaze to the man peering from behind the curtain," All men here chicken?"
"Far from it, schway." Chase wiggled her fingers slowly in a feigned display of dainty greeting. The man laughed at himself, and disappeared behind the curtain again. "Sounds like y'made the good start. Y'look juicier." Playfully, her hand came to pat her abdomen. Chase felt like she could be herself, her full self, with someone whom knew the worst of her and didn't head for the hills. It was liberating to feel so light. "Y'know, it's worse here. May not look it right now. It has its ups and - : downs. Think'a all those stupid movies we used to see while rollin'. Now, think about trippin' hard. Them runnin' round the place comin' to getcha. That's all here. Stone sober, it's here."
Took her a moment to process all of what had been said. She even crossed her eyes a bit while she stood there. Her frame wriggled, she turned on her feet and shrugged," Betcha it's better here. Yer not sellin anythin to have a hit. It got so bad I was sure as shittin sellin myself for a bit of sweetness. A trip here is probably safer than a trip there any day." She turned and groped at her own rump," See I even have a but now. I'm not all bone....Magically I somehow sprouted things on my chest too." She hmmed as she grinned back to Chase.
Chase hadn't looked, but with indication, slitted pupils peeeeered downwards. A small study later had her grin with approval. "Hello twins!" A slow nod followed. The former story had her silenced good and tight. No contest, Skull had it worst. She was too close to all of it. Chase treated it like dessert, her bread and butter. But Skull" She was in cahoots with the distribution. All the things the Gypo was happy to be miles away from. "Y'came here on vacation?" There was doubt in her tone. But she wanted details. And playing coy was the way to get them.
Scully was always able to talk clearly with the woman. She grinned at the announcement of twins. Her arms folded about behind her back," Vacation. Teh, I wish." Shaking her head softly before glancing towards the stage," Vacation would be the least of my worries if my rosey shades were still on." She shook her head as she plucked a roll of green from her pocket," This is not vacation money honey." She was in trouble, the look on her face showed in obvious lines that Scully had made a boo boo. A big one.
(Rped between Chase and Scully!)
Apart of the appeal of this place for exiles and runaways alike was that nobody knew anybody here. It was like a city, but far less comforting. Any shape or form was here, like a year round zoo without bars. It was why Chase was here in the first place. Rainbow dreads were strewn across the surface of a table. She lied on it as if it functioned doubly for a bed. She rested on her side, a spread of cards on the table. Holding the deck, she studied the cards carefully.
"Do, you, hear, the, words, coming, out, of, my, mouth?" She still had that poor man pinned. Golden eyes were narrowed in agrivation as those marked fingertips gripped at the collar of his shirt," I will gut you if you do not tell me where I can fin-." Her head jerked to look out over the bar from right behind the curtain. She knew that rainbow hair anywhere," Poop me a pot o' gold." She patted the sweating man's cheek before she casually started to stride out on stage," A rock is twenty bucks but I can cut you a deal....Just will cost ya later Rosewind."
Just as the words of another came into the bar's space, she flipped the next card. She smiled at the flipped card. The Queen of Cups. Chase smiled down at the card, as if the very card had the face she had yet to see with her own two eyes. Palms drummed on the table before she practically sprung off of it. "Riddle me this! I don't believe my specs!" Mouth was wide with surprise, as she approached a familiar face with open arms. Her feathers fluttered, and beads seem to clap together in their own : form of applause.
"Best be believin em punk, I don't plan on leavin em." She winked, hopped off the bar and started towards the friend with a bright grin," Man oh man is it good to see your damn face." She laughed and embraced Chase in one of those bear hugs. Yet again, this would prove, she was hardly muscle, but still packed a punch. To Chase it was possibly better than when she had last been seen by the Gypsy.
"Same could be said 'bout you!" Her arms came to squeeze. Biceps came to contract and harden into geometric shapes as she held her smaller friend. They were two tiny thunders, these broads. Pulling away, a thumb came to the chin of her friend. "Skull, it's good'ta see ya, lookit cha mug!" It was a compliment. Her old dealer was far worse for wear than she was in the here and now. "Whaddya doin' here" Business?" Brows rose, grinning. Somehow, she had a feeling she knew.
"Business, psh, ya know business is for the thick headed. Naw. I'm here for the fun of it." Waving her hand a bit airily as if she was trying to avoid the truth of it all. She gave a sweet smile to Chase before it faltered and she sighed, no way to start. Keeping secrets from the one she planned to hide out with. Bad Scully! She shrugged," I quit the habit, had to quit the job. And you know how well that works." Pointer finger and thumb were shaped into a gun and put to her head.
A receptive nod evolved into a warm grin. Her hand came to softly swat away the handgun from her temple. An index finger came to press against that very same temple. "'Bout time y'got outta that shite. I'm squeaky clean m'self." She paused. "Okay, I still booze up like there's no tomorrow, but the stamps" None'a that." With a proud nod, she came to flick her ear. "Skull, I'm glad ya took the leap. Rehab begins now, huh?" Chase spoke of it casually. She had gone through it like the best of them.
"Rehab began a few weeks ago when the doc said I was gonna die if I didn't cut the shit." She shrugged, lanky shoulders rolling as she stood there," Cut the crack, dope made me hungry, so I packed on meat. Pretty much the only reason why I have that battle left to fight." She was half way there, a good measure if any. Pink hair flicked as she snapped her gaze to the man peering from behind the curtain," All men here chicken?"
"Far from it, schway." Chase wiggled her fingers slowly in a feigned display of dainty greeting. The man laughed at himself, and disappeared behind the curtain again. "Sounds like y'made the good start. Y'look juicier." Playfully, her hand came to pat her abdomen. Chase felt like she could be herself, her full self, with someone whom knew the worst of her and didn't head for the hills. It was liberating to feel so light. "Y'know, it's worse here. May not look it right now. It has its ups and - : downs. Think'a all those stupid movies we used to see while rollin'. Now, think about trippin' hard. Them runnin' round the place comin' to getcha. That's all here. Stone sober, it's here."
Took her a moment to process all of what had been said. She even crossed her eyes a bit while she stood there. Her frame wriggled, she turned on her feet and shrugged," Betcha it's better here. Yer not sellin anythin to have a hit. It got so bad I was sure as shittin sellin myself for a bit of sweetness. A trip here is probably safer than a trip there any day." She turned and groped at her own rump," See I even have a but now. I'm not all bone....Magically I somehow sprouted things on my chest too." She hmmed as she grinned back to Chase.
Chase hadn't looked, but with indication, slitted pupils peeeeered downwards. A small study later had her grin with approval. "Hello twins!" A slow nod followed. The former story had her silenced good and tight. No contest, Skull had it worst. She was too close to all of it. Chase treated it like dessert, her bread and butter. But Skull" She was in cahoots with the distribution. All the things the Gypo was happy to be miles away from. "Y'came here on vacation?" There was doubt in her tone. But she wanted details. And playing coy was the way to get them.
Scully was always able to talk clearly with the woman. She grinned at the announcement of twins. Her arms folded about behind her back," Vacation. Teh, I wish." Shaking her head softly before glancing towards the stage," Vacation would be the least of my worries if my rosey shades were still on." She shook her head as she plucked a roll of green from her pocket," This is not vacation money honey." She was in trouble, the look on her face showed in obvious lines that Scully had made a boo boo. A big one.
(Rped between Chase and Scully!)