Topic: Other People's Money

Punk Rock Lyric

Date: 2008-04-30 15:08 EST
Lyric drug Chiana along, excited to have the entire day to herself. Well, she was with Chiana, but Dalia was not here!

"C'mon. You'll need stuff for your room, clothes, makeup, and whatever else you need. She's loaded, doesn't eat, and owns the building we live in. What the hell else is a vamp gonna spend it on." She continues with a mischievious grin. "'Cept us"!"

Hauling the newly resurrected woman into a clothing shop, she immediately starts grabbing items and dumping them into Chiana's arms. "This is so great. You're gonna look so HOT in this one! Oh! Look at THAT!"

Lyric was a whirlwind, snatching and snagging everything that caught her eye. Once they were both piled high with clothing, the two headed into a large dressing room. Lyric insisted on doing this together, under the excuse that she wanted Chiana's opinion on the things she was choosing for herself. The reality' She was actually kinda afraid to be here alone, and desperately wanted to get to know Chiana better.

Lyric did not have many friends, nor did she in Avalon. She was royalty, and a half breed to boot.

"So. I know it sucks being stuck with all of us an all, but, I hope that you will grow to like it. I mean, like, I don't know you and you don't know me, but, I hope that maybe we could be, you know, friends?" Her lapse into what she refers to as "teen speak" was an indicator of her nerves as well as her desperation for someone more normal, more like she knew people to be like.

She was growing to love Dalia, but knew there were things that were wrong with the relationship. The way Dalia flaunted other women in front of her, she knew that Dalia really didn't care for her, but she couldn't help how drawn to the woman she was. The way she felt around her, which unbeknownst to her was caused by the drug Dalia continually slipped into her coffee and food when she wasn't looking, was nothing like anything she'd experienced before. It was confusing, to say the least.

Embarrassed by her true age slipping through the veneer of adulthood, Lyric stopped talking, blushed, and continued trying on clothes. She would let Chiana talk, if she wanted.

Chiana Vitrano

Date: 2008-04-30 16:38 EST
With a snort, Chiana accepted the piled clothing, liking some of what the girl tossed at her, ignoring the rest. Obviously starved for attention, Chiana did not want to get a fan club going here, hell, she'd just gotten back. FROM THE DEAD!

Still trying to wrap her mind around it, she had questioned Lyric about the goings on while she had been, well, pushing up daisies. The girl rambled on and on and on...but she was trying to be helpful. She refused to answer any questions about Valentine, Belle, or Bob. Claimed she didn't know any of them.

Once she was herded into the large dressing room, Chiana began to try on stuff, just to keep the girl happy and hopefully keep her talking. She was inadvertently spilling stuff about her boss. Or Mistress, which was what Chiana was coming to believe. She wasn't sure about the other one, Koya. She'd have to talk to her, later.

Once the teen completely embarassed herself, Chiana felt a pang of regret for wishing to be rid of her, and smiled. "Hey, yeah, sure. We could all use friends. I mean, we live in the same house now, right' And from the looks of the stuff in that shop, you may need an ally against your Mis, er...Dalia." Oops. Almost let that one slip.

Plopping down, done with the clothing thing, she watched Lyric try on numerous rather cool outfits. Girl had some taste, a bit too punk for Chiana, but hey, they looked good on her. "So tell me, who is this Zillah character, and we are planning on stopping at a music shop, right' I MUST have a guitar. I can live without a lot, but not playing. You play anything?"

Chiana was dying for a smoke, but having been dead, she was flat out. "Hey, think we could swing by a smoke shop" I need some cloves." She stretched out on the bench, and laughed as she watched Lyric flounce around, showing off the latest wild dress she found.

Punk Rock Lyric

Date: 2008-05-01 02:38 EST
Lyric took Chiana to the nearest smoke shop, buying her packs of cloves, and a really nifty silver cigarette case to put them in. She grinned, pointing out the engraving of a large nail and coffin, "It's the last nail in the coffin. Get it' Ironic, huh, since you can't die, now!"

Lyric was rewarded with a slight snort, a chuckle, and a roll of Chiana's eyes. But, she thanked her just the same and lit one for the two of them to share as they walked.

The next place they came to, much to Chiana's glee, was a music shop. They spent several hours there, outfitting Chiana. Lyric was happy to just sit and listen as the woman tried nearly every guitar in the place. Orders made, Chiana's favorite wrapped and sent out the door with her, they moved on to order furniture and bedding for the woman's room.

Once this was completed, and having spent every last silver that Lyric had taken from Dalia's coffers, the two exhausted women went home, followed by a few delivery boys.