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 Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 6:30 am
[Solo]Leaving Home
Word count: 2423
Key:
Venice: Bold text
Robyn (mother): Dark red text
It was time. The bags were packed, the taxi booked and the last minute nerves were well and truly heightened near to imploding. After 18 months of planing, re-planning and some extra planning to boot, twenty year old Venice Malloroyx was finally leaving home and on hearing the news the local council had wept with unbridled joy.
It was just the two of them, her mother woken from a fitful sleep now standing on the edge of the driveway surround by suitcase and bags. Her arms crossed over in a figure hugging grip that spoke volumes of her thoughts, it was all she could do to stop herself from telling her little girl not to go and live her life. Nobody else had come to see Venice off this morning. It wasn't that the Malloroyx clan weren't a close family, Venice adored her brother, loved her mum and just about stood for her sister, and the cousins, aunties, uncles? All were a big part of her world but this was going to a sombre affair saved just for them to experience.
The decision to do this hadn't come lightly, although with all the bluster of her world domineering plans, the opportunity's she would get out in America and the experiences she would gain from doing this trip it wasn't without a small sigh of relief that she was finally going. Family mirrored thoughts included. The last 6 years had been a nightmare and although things were getting better there were others that just weren't working out any more. Venice wasn't working out any more. Whether of not she had finally found the confines of the small two bedroom semi in York just that little bit to small for that ego, or it was just natures way of saying it was time to move on, Venice knew her time here was up here and the whole city agreed with her.
It may have had something to do with all that late night partying, boozing, smoking (and not always the legal stuff) bad gangs, graffiti, vandalising and theft. You name it she did it and all from the ages of 12 and up! There was even one or two unexplained fires that had found they way under Venice's list of achievements. Thrown out of a highschool at 13, re-instated in a boarding school by 15 and then kicked out again (the details in which the school have kept secret) and finally home schooled for the last 3 years of her education Venice barely scrapped by. She was in a bad way and there seemed to be no escape.Yet...out of the smog (possibly due to all the cigarettes) she did manage the magic act of turning her life around, 18 and responsibility hit her hard but in the best way. She started a college course in an arts degree and made a small fortune in mechanics and spray painting vehicles after finding her talents in graffiti art to be of the more useful nature. She was now someone to be proud off...even if the partying and the boozing and everything else still happened from time to time. Yet England had seen enough, Venice had had enough. It was time to let somewhere else knows the joy of Venice Malloroyx.
"Are you sure you have everything you need Vee? I won't be sending anything via that air mail to you, robbing bastards, excuse my French, but sixty two pounds forty for first class for that oak desk of yours! Sixty two pounds forty! Its made of oak not bloody diamonds!"
"I know you cheap a**, why isn't it?"
"Hey missy! Shush your trap! your not that big yet that I can't give you a clip round your ear!"
"Hahaha I would like to see you try woman!"
The playful banter echoed down the street, near to 6am and not a care from either party of their loud voices and impolite presence. Venice took after her mother in many ways. Loud , brass, not giving a dam. But also caring and a hard worker and that was now showing on her tired face as they hugged goodbye. The lines traced round her mothers eyes squished tight as a few drops of moisture ran down her cheeks. Venice wouldn't cry back of course, she didn't do that sort of sissy thing but she still hugged her like she never wanted to let go.
"I promise i will be fine mum, my apartment is all ready to go. The prep school i have enrolled in has all my paper work. I'll only be gone for two years, hardly any time at all! And you seriously need the break, have you see how bad you look in the mirror? Dog awful! Do you even know the term make up!" The playful punch landed on her arm as her mother retaliated with her own insults to her middle child, if it werent for the dim lights of a black cab their play antics may never have stopped.
"Just promise me you'll ring me as soon as you get there ok? Don't email me, ring me OK? Last time i switched that computer on I am sure i smelt smoke"
"That was the toaster mum"
"It was not the toaster you bugger! Now get going OK. The rest of your furniture should be there in 3 days time, I've packed you enough salads -"
"Uhhh mother!! I am going to the kingdom of MacDonalds! I will be fine"
"Shush you face Vee, I mean it. At least eat them! I can't keep an eye on you any more and I know am going to get a phone call saying you chocked to death of KFC."
"What a way to go though hey? Haha mum i will be fine. I better get going, am late as it is. Promise me you at least try to email me? So much cheaper that ringing! And give my love to Milton when he wakes...tell Sydney I said hi -"
"Venice!"
"Haha OK, i mean love her too!, now get back inside. I will be there before you know it OK? I love you."
"Love you too Vee, have a good time"
The street disappeared all too soon, the solidarity figure waving goodbye in dressing gown and slippers, the neighbours glaring through the curtains at her farewell send off. Not the party she had expected. The balloons, the alcohol, a killer band. Nope just her and her mum saying their goodbyes. Nothing special, but it meant the world. The darkened streets grew lighter with every passing minute, the hight of summer in England was a pathetic excuse for softer rain and the heavens opened in abundance 10 miles from the airport. Was England sorry to see her go or were these tears of joy? Right now Venice couldn't tell.
-------------- -16 hours later* ------------------- *1 plain ride, 3 coach journeys, 24 toilet stops, 8 hamburgers (and two salads) later*"OH MY GOD THIS PLACE IS TOO HOT!"
Kicking her door open Venice didn't even take in carefully placed furniture that had arrived. He couch, bed, some pots and pans. The basics to survive for the next few days before everything else turned up. No she was more interested in the steam waves coming of everything. It was ridiculously hot. Straight away she walked over to the ageing air-con 9000 and banged it into submission, the device strapped into the window slowly began to circulate the hot air giving temporary relief.
"My a**...my a** is sweating..." She regretted the tight black jeans and close knit shirt she had worn here, she was already half undressed as she walked from room to room kicking of her shoes, socks, and everything in-between. The apartment was spacious, One giant bedroom, a opened planned sitting area, dining room and kitchen and a huge bathroom. It was perfect. It had taken 6 months, 103 paint jobs and half of her inheritance but the flat was hers. Sure it in what was deemed the 'ghetto' district of Destiny City. But she liked the quaint streets that peppered the area. The building itself was French art nouveau It was perfect for her and just what she needed for the next two years. No fancy mansion, no luxury home with pools and hot tubs....although a swimming pool did sound amazing right about now but beggars can't be choosers and Venice was not one to beg.
Decked out in her girl boxers and bra she opted for the less sticky floor to be her sit as she arranged herself on the rug. Some paperwork and mail had been gathered for her downstairs in the lobby which she collected once speaking to the caretaker about the hot and cold running taps, electric and everything else a responsible adult should know (all written down on a carefully concealed note by her mum) and got to work opening them all up.
"Oh, how sweet...probably a right b***h in real life though." she grumbled throwing the letter to one side and ripping open the rest. "Billing info...confirmation from the gas & electric switch boar...telephone line etc etc....Ohh a local take away menu! Perfect!" That one went in the 'to keep' pile while the other unsurprisingly found they way into the bid.
The rest of the afternoon was spent setting up her small home. It would be the tidiest it would ever be. Important photos were given pride of place....all quad bikes images and her clothes were organised into a somewhat crappy attempt of structure. The rest of her things would arrive in the week and till then she just needed to entertain herself...and she had no idea how that would happen! There wasn't even a TV!
It was only then that Venice really took a look around. Smelt the air, felt the heat, heard the sounds (of cop cars) and let herself ease into it. Like it or not this was her new home now, she need to be apart of it for she felt like any second the tears would come and Venice did not do tears. Slipping into the shorts and tank top she never worse at home in England she poured herself a questionable glass of 'just reconnected' water and went to her window. The streets of DC were becoming alight with electric. It was coming up to midnight, she needed to sleep. To tell her body to ignore the past 24 hours and catch up with real time, this time. DC time.
And at the end of this day, its was always going to be easier said than done.
Lighting the first of many cigarettes that night she inhaled deeply on the bitter smelling substance letting the nicotine work its magic on her nerves. She needed a distraction. If she were home her quad bike would be calling to her but that along with several others things would take weeks if not months to arrive...unless she found the money to buy herself a new one and that in itself was something to laugh about. Plus she needed to investigate the laws of quad riding on the roads and so much else like this, smoking. Opening a window she stuck her head out as far as she could without endangering life and continuing the addictive act. She was told specifically this was a no smoking build. Would she adhere to said rule? Not bloody likely. But for now since she sensed the caretaker would make rounds later she would be the crazy lady hanging out of a 5 story building in the middled of the night instead. Just for shits and giggles.
It was then that she heard the scream. A woman's voice echoing into the night near enough for Venice to crane her neck searching but hidden enough to let curiosity stir unsatisfied. "Great first night here and a homicide already? Well done America..." she whispered around the white stick, her hand coming to steady her body on the window sill and yet she still wobbled uncertain. If it was anything to worry about there would be other to help she advised her self, that's what police were paid to do at the end of the day. There was no point racing off into the night at every sound that floated her way and if to settle her worried thoughts the screams didn't happen again. Just a random act of sound. No biggy. Cigarettes came and went and her body finally succumbed to sleep fatigue she forced herself to the the makeshift bed. Make shift in that she slept with no pillows and no cover and just threw herself down half naked again in the still apparent heat. But sleep didnt come. That scream. It played on her mind like a bad song. She had heard screams before, nothing new there. But it was the terror, the absolute shock and fear radiated in that one fluent sound. She couldn't shake the unease.
"Uhh Vee your falling apart! Bloody woman was probably just being done up the arse in an alleyway. Calm the hell down!" she whined aloud as she tossed and turned on the mattress. But the unease never left. Never quench its thirst on all the excuses she read herself that night, didn't let her sleep, wouldn't dare allow it. And now to finish it off she had pain etched across her stomach. Sharp stabbings, like cramp but worse and...unnatural. "I knew i shouldn't have eaten those bloody salads!" her voiced echoed aloud in the barely furnished room. She didn't even want to start contemplating the little voice that told her to go and check it out. That would be a silly thing to do, stupid even. Ridiculous. and it was way too late anyway. If the woman had been attacked, she'd be long gone by now...but in what way she couldn't answer. Her blood ran cold with the mere thought. She couldn't shake the feeling the scream had caused. Her thoughts took shape of sorrow and regret, why was this so difficult to forget! Why did it fill her with dread and unease. "That poor woman...she never stood a chance...poor, poor woman..." She just had to close her eyes and wait for her wariness to claim her, to see if frustration would edge her into the rest she so needed.
and for the first time in years felt the need to cry herself to sleep.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 12:56 pm
[Solo]Not all is what it seems...
Words count: 1402
The sweat beads slowly rolled down her pale skin as Venice moved a half numbed hand across her forehead, her whole body was deep within the confines of blankets and clothes. And she was trying to figure out when it had occurred to her that it had been a good idea in temperatures of over 30C to get under them was. How the heck did they find their way back onto the bed when she was dam sure she had pulled them off to stop such stupidity attacks (she could hardly keep tabs on herself when she was alseep!) It didn't matter, right now she could almost have a bath in what she was pouring out of her. “Uhh so gross...I am never going to get use to this...” she stutted as she pulled herself from the bed. It was just past noon, hardly seizing the day but about as early a Venice would allow herself to get up with Jet lag still riding her hard. It had been a week since she had stepped out into the sweltering heat and the new confines of her life. Destiny City shone so bright that day it took all her effort not to be swept up in the fantastic dream that everyone had said it would be but it was hard not to smile with it continued to shine through her window like an unsheltered lamp light. Yet there was something that had started to become apparent to Venice and not all of them warming. Like the deaths.
It had started like any other news report, missing person, gas explosion, stocks going up and down and a elephant giving birth to a giraffe, the usual mumbo jumbo that followed an everyday news day. Nothing that Venice would have even battered an eyelid at but since the first evening here, the woman scream, she hadn't been able to stop searching the news for any indication of missing person or worse, a found body in this area. She wasn't scared, knowing it had happened right outside her door didn't bother her (although worrying it probably should have!) it was her not acting upon it was what had really gotten to her. It gnawed at her thoughts and the more nights that passed her by the less sleep she got. It was like she had to know what had happened, had to know if she would have made a difference if she had gone out, even if nothing bad came about. She needed to know.
Dressed in male boxes and a tank top Venice moved around her flat like a zombie, coffee bubbling over as she lit another cigarette her hand tracing the line of another article that described a attack on a young girl, more than 7 miles away. “Dam, not close enough” she whispered taking a big drag of the white stick, her lungs aching to cough but she withheld it to take another drag. She was too stressed to listen to her body's wise advise.
*Bang*
Her face snapped towards the window, her eyes catching the last strands of a white tail, a soft mewing of a cats voice echoing down the fair escape as she went to the glass. Not fast enough sadly as the animal was long gone by the time she opened it up, her body leaning out as she tried to catch it. Right now with only looking into the eyes of the missing or dead Venice could do with another soul to chat too. She mulled over ringing her mum, maybe even her cousin, Beatrix, a girl after her own heart (and by that she meant her extensive shoe collection!) but by now they would be sitting down for food and she hated to be that person interrupting them during 'family' time, something she had signed over for at least two years while she was here. She needed to make some friends and friends fast. She didnt even hear the TV low murmur come to life as the next news article came on, didnt even realised she had left it on from last night as she grabbed her coffee cup once more and sat down to listen to the news bulletin.
“This morning the body of a twenty six year old female has been discovered within the confines of a burnt out vehicle suspected to have been set alight late last night on the outskirts of the destiny city estate. Two teenagers have been arrested and released on bail in connection with the blaze but it has come to light that the victim was dead before the arson attack. The two teenagers have admitted their involvement in the starting of the fire but had denied any involvement with the death of the young woman. Local police officer Sgt. Harry McCain said that they will be continuing the investigation and looking for a possible third person. We now go to our reporter “Helen Phillips” for more about the story.”
Venice had stopped drinking her coffee 5 minutes back as she sat opened mouth at the brown haired reporter who showed up on screen, the impression of her flat very clear in the background as she began her spiel on the event. It was hardly like Venice needed to hear what had to be said, she had already made the connection but she couldnt make herself reach for the remote control.
“The body although partially burnt has been identified as local student Vicky Sloss and has been at least deceased for the past five days according to early coroners report. The cause of death has yet to be identified but there is no mention of a struggle or any conflict although with the damage caused by the fire this case will prove a mystery for some time to come.”
The news report had continued for another few minutes, an interview with the named police Sargent, a mention from the Sloss family and a call out for any further information. Again a 'normal' story, if murder and arson could ever be called normal, but Venice could see past this. There was much more. <******** me...I just...s**t..what do I do...” Her voice came out shaken and stirred, not the confident swagger she so relied on as she let herself flop back into the sofa, her body relaxing into the cushions but every muscle tensed to move. The whole image just frustrated her even more. “WHY!?” She screamed throwing a pillow across the room, it didn't hit anything but the mere action satisfied her for a split second so another was grabbed in response and again throw hard. “Nothing is going to happen to you!! A girl is dead Venice, s**t happens! Happens all the ******** time. Its nature or...or at least a side effect of nature...well its not even that...” She dropped the fourth pillow she had grasped in her clammy hand and let it come back to rest at her side. “Well...maybe thats human nature? To kill and hurt, nothing new there, god we are such a menace....like a disease, a plague even...we are a pollution to ourselfs...Woah! Way too much deep s**t going on here!” Sitting back she recounted what she had just said to herself and started to laugh. The absurdity of it was ridiculous! She had never doubted man kinds actions before, what was their to doubt? They were all screwed. End. Of. Story. To now be giving them a name? Well, that just wasn't her.
“I need a serious drink” The clock of course said otherwise but she felt like if she didnt get out of this flat she would go mental, and there was a good possibility it had already happened. She didnt bother to get (even more) dressed, her fingers would do for a comb and the black flip flops she wore were more than comfortable right now. She needed to go. It was only when she turned back into her flat, three steps down the hall did she remember to switch the TV off but a little electric waste never hurt anyone? Not with killings left, right and centre. Probably a good reason too that Venice was more than a little lax when it came to saving the earth. She never would have missed the back end of a cat escaping through her window sill.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 5:07 am
[R/Awakening] Wake up and smell the garbage.
Venice & Cora
Venice knew the feelings of over -protectiveness weren't normal, not for her at least, but never in a million years did she think it would mean that she was a superhero and all this from a talking cat...Ok no more mid-morning drinking...[Read it here]
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 9:40 am
[Solo] "You've got to be kidding me?"
Word Count: 1165
A cat...a talking cat....a talking, slightly fashionable cat...possibly even more so than her, but still a cat none the less. Even though she had just stated never to drink again Venice felt like having a whiskey, topped up with vodka.....with maybe some wine in there too boot. A talking cat? Who not only spoke, but spoke of things that involved her. Big things. Things that Venice would never on her highest trip of being high would ever even contemplate and there was a short time she considered herself the reincarnation of Jesus...and .that was one LSD trip she would rather forget, especially when she got her hands on the fish...
BUT that wasn't the point!! Here she was after 40 minutes of walking back and forth in her flat in utter silence with a magical mobile phone (or a cell phone she corrected herself) and a pen...a magical pen more like. A Henshin Pen. The biohazard sign gleamed happily in the limited light of her bedroom as she threw down her bag and coat, the item still in her hand as she watched it, certain it was about to disappear and she were to wake back up in England. Sadly she didn't think that was about to happen, this was all too weird, too weird. And she needed to get use to that very fact with her now being a Sailor Senshi...even thinking the name sent a bolt of electricity down her spine! She tightened her fist on the pen. s**t, what had she gotten herself into? Dam right she was scared, frightened and still certain she was drunk but...she was excited, curious and somehow...it felt right. Like seeing an old friend in the palm of her hand. This was hers...or it was. The cat had spoken of past lifes. She had never been one for reincarnation but now, with all that has happen in the last 24 hours, she was seriously re-thinking her view on the world.
"Me...Sailor Atë, Senshi of pollution heh?" She hadn't transformed since she had seen Cora, hadn't felt the need too, didnt want too. But now that she had felt the thrill of having these items in her hands, to know they were hers, and were always meant for her. Well...when in Rome.
"Phew...ok.....how did it go? Maberleen make up? No wait...Oh yeah!" Throwing her hand up into the sky the henshin pen held aloft she shouted out the words Cora had taught her hours ago. Sure she shouldn't be messing about with this but who was to stop her? Either way she wanted those shoes back.
"Ok....A-aty? ...No....A-Atë, thats it, Atë Power, Make-up!" The words had barely left her lips when she felt herself separate from the hard floor. The henshin pen gleamed and twirled, the sign becoming bright and glowing green as it spun casting it magic all around her. She didn't concern herself with putting her hands or legs out when needed, it just happened. Like she knew her hand must twist slightly so the black wraps would encircle her arm and create the gloves, or that it was better to point her toes when the shoes became solid upon her feet. Like it had happened a thousand times before but this being only the second. It felt weird. Warm and comforting but with an electric current that fizzed under her skin. She never felt so awake, so in-tune with everything, like the best hangover cure ever her everyday life was dimmer in its natural state. In this one, things seem to shine out to her.
The Transformation was over. It felt like mere seconds since she had said the words but in her mind she could separate every moment like it was in a flip book. Looking down she traced the lines of the bodice she now wore, her sash held tight around her middle that hid the seam of her skirt. The gem of her symbol nestled deep in the bow shone with a power that lit the room, if only for a few moments before returning to a soft green. Venice moved a finger over it, seeing its perfect surface and questioning how long it would take her to scratch the hell out of it. She gambled 2 weeks...and thats if she saw any action.
"Negaverse huh...chaos....bunch of kids prating about, chemical warfare more like..." She had read the increased terrorist attacks on the city, where wasn't getting their fair share of them? Yet DeeCee couldn't go a week without something being blown up, missing people - dead people. It was unbelievable, yet...it could all be traced back to one organisation? There was no question in Venice's mind, they had to be stopped. She had never been one for rightisness, sure she had joined a PETA rally but thats because there were camera crews and she wanted to see how long she could stand behind the reporter before being carried off! But now, now she felt an incredible need to do something.
She just didnt think it could be these kids.
How could anyone hire them? What perv was recruiting high school students to do their dirty work? Sure it was cheap labour and she was all for that but this. This was just sick...and it needed to stop. Her gloved hand clenched tight upon itself as she stared out of the window. That woman. The one from the first night. She was killed by these kids....these monsters. She wouldn't let that happen again.
She couldn't.
"I have powers now, I can fight them." She whispered to herself as she flexed her arm. She was strong physically, she almost hated it even. No one wanted muscles on their arms that could be clearly seen but years of practising roller derby and working out, well, what would you expect? So she knew she could fight someone one on one. But these agents, they had to be equal if not more powerful than Sailor Senshi. I mean there was enough scouts to help the cause, if the negaverse were weaker than them there would be no problem any more. She had her work cut out for her.
"For you Vicky....TOXIC JUNK BLAST!!" The emotion of pain ran right through her, her hands tingled, fingers brunt as the words came so esily to her lips. Her attack was screamed at nothing at all, but towards everything at that very moment. The kitchen started to creak and squirm as the rubbish bin fell over in anger, ash trays emptied and grime was lifted and a smog that was invisible before started to appear on the palms of her hands. Her power was forming before her and it felt....amazing. She could sense the tips of it reaching out an gathering the material it needed to create this ball of muck, it was gross, no doubt about that. But for that one second she had never felt more powerful.
It was just a shame she aimed it at the TV.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 5:38 am
[Battle] Run Away, Little Girl!
Atë & Kallichore
Sailor Atë 1st Patrol goes without a hitch.....if she lived in dream world! At least she got to met a fellow Senshi! Read it here
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 5:40 am
[Solo] Working hard to pay the...what!
Word Count: 1217
It was there. It was there and it was staring at her. Staring hard, like a child playing a game that she knew all to well. If you flinched first you would lose, you would have to accept your fate. It knew who would win. Its side. It was staring hard and it didnt break focus, it was hard for Venice to do the same but she had too.
Blink and you'll lose.
Blink and it gets closer.
Blink and you have to accept its real, its real and its going to get you.
Dont blink...
Dont blin- "OH FOR ******** SAKE I BLINKED... Dammit, not another stupid bill!"
Venice had lost. She grabbed the letter from the confines of her mailing box and stared at it until she wanted to spit. How could she have another one of these! She just had one! And now this one had all red lettering on it? That can't possibly be good. She threw it down on to the mounting pile that was her life, all 3 feet of bed clothes, paper work and a laptop and had an desirable need to throw herself down as well. She held off, that laptop cost money and as the bills stated, she did not have it.
It was time for action, it was time for a change. It was time...for a job.
She knew it would come soon, the money she had saved up would only get her so far, the college she was attending would suck the rest dry. She always knew it would come to this, but this soon! She thought another month or two at best but it was here and now and she was stone cold broke. And yes she had done the whole "Charging for Senshi work" but as one text message an unknown source had specifically told her. "We don't do that and neither will you." and she felt the cold breath of who ever had written it. Feline or not she felt it best not to piss them off further. She had to get a job. A real job.....one where she had to work. She didnt want to do that!
In the past she could have painted some cars, whored out her artist skill to the people she knew, the connections she had. But this was different. She was a nobody, a nobody in a huge country. She couldn't just demand work from someone, dammit she hadn't even gotten her portfolio up and working yet and with no one offering her commissions for a paint job she had no chance to work on it either. Plus equipment didnt come cheap, a studio, tools. All came with a hefty price tag. Sure she would make her way there eventually, that was the whole point of this trip...well it was until she was told she was one of the many saviours of the solar system. Yeah...she never saw that one coming. But as one was so rightly told, that wouldn't be paying the bills any time soon.
It was time. Time to work 9 till 5......or less if she could find it.
******
The newspaper had stated "Looking for a highly motivated, enthusiastic and imagitivie employee to work 18 hours per week at an up and coming commercial business - You'll provide invaluable support to your Shop Manager, helping with everything from making the shop look great to dealing with paperwork. Of course, you'll help to increase our income in the process!." Venice could easily say she didn't fit any of that and would probably help the business go under but dammit she was going to at least try.
"A brush with class hmm?" It was a typical counter assistant job, nothing fancy or lush but right up her street. An Arts and crafts shop of all places. It would be perfect...well perfect for Venice. Nothing too strenuous or taxing. No accounts to work on, no cleaning toilets (she hoped!) and she was a wonder with customers...sometimes. If the person didnt hire her on the spot she would punch him...which was mostly why she never got called back for a second job interview but she needed this job. NEEDED IT. No if's, and's or buts, it was hers and nothing would stop her!
It was a nice thought but one that didn't come to light right away. If anything the interview would have gone better if she had walked in and vomited onto the floor first. She needed to remember that for next time.
The old man was reaching his sixties easy, thinly built with long ratty grey hair and a goatee to match. He gave the whole "University teacher" look a run for its money and was calmly tidying the material rack when Venice bounced in, stopping mid walk to stem the vomit-induced nerves from surfacing, and continuing up to him. It was hard to see exactly where things started to go wrong but oh god wrong did they go.
"Oh s**t am not ready for this!"
"Hmm..sorry I didn't quite catch that? How may I help you?"
"Uhh...am here for the interview, Ate Malloro - I MEAN VENICE! Venice Malloroyx heh heh, sorry! Am a little ditzy...not saying that I am ditzy! At all...never even! Am really good! Better than good! Great even! Why some people would say you needed a punch if you didn't hire me right now! Not me of course I dont punch people, am not a sissy though I would totally punch you right now if I wanted too..."
"o___o;"
"Am fired already aren't I?"
"What? Uhh no...well, I'll account first time nerves of course. You British? Lovely accent, come we'll talk in the staff room. Jenny my other shop assistant will cover the counter and we'll go over some questions. No pressure or anything ok? I just want to see you for you, warts and all! Here at "A Brush with Class" I want everyone to feel like their working within a family, no need to feel scared or worried with us. Please take a seat and I'll join you in a minute."
"Heh family huh? So that means you do want me to end up punching you?"
"Uhh what? Oh...yes..haha, British humour I'll have to get use to that if I hire you! Please take a seat, my name is Reynold Aynesworth Miss Malloroyx, its a pleasure to meet you."
The owner made his way out of the room before Venice had time to sit and take stock of what just happened. She had just threatened her potential new boss with violence...and then confirmed she would act upon said violence if hired...and she wonder why she couldn't keep a boyfriend? It was a wonder she didn't get beaten in the streets! Her head found her hands as soon as the door shut. Why must she cause herself additional harm? Surely that was why the negaverse were around, to do just that for her! It would take a genius to work out how she could ever get hired!
But hired she did.
Be it sheer luck, determination to set the record straight or a senile old mans lust for giant boobs and a** but Venice was officially a hired member of the workforce by the end of the day. Her job started Monday, she got 3 weeks paid holiday a year and health insurance (which was GOING to be tested out). Life just got that little bit sweetie.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 5:43 am
[Battle] Rivals in Arms
Chaonis & Atë
Not being deterred by her first patrol Sailor Atë gives it another shot but instead stumbles across a Menshi! Sadly not the one dressed in a skirt but none the less the two duke it out! [Read it here]
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 11:11 am
[Solo] Blood is thicker than water...
Word count: 881
There were days when Venice missed England like crazy, there were others when she hated its very soul. Mostly though she just missed her family, well...one particular family member at least. Beatrix. Its not that she didn't love her mum or miss the crap out of her brother, dam she even missed seeing that snooty face of her older sister...sometimes. But there was something about Beatrix, her only female cousin, that made her miss England all the more. Because she was there and she was here. It was a difficult situation to overcome since either of them have worked out how to poop money. Three years separated them in age but they could have been twins...well except that Venice was the hotter one (and of course Bea would say the same thing) and Venice had of course to her cousins ultimate demise had travelled across the giant pond between York and Destiny City before her. She would never live it down! Especially when her relatives dream was to become a big notch make up artist. She needed the best place to practice and hone ones skills and where else than the country that literally birth stars everyday. God there may even be one or two here in DeeCee already (she wasn't positive but she was sure that hunk Tag Swagger was rumoured to live here and as soon as she proved that rumour true Mr Swagger was going to receive some very used underwear from her.)
It was cruel that she had gotten here first. Not that Venice didn't have her own career to pave out but it was just that Beatrix's dream was so much more substantial. It meant something, and it would prove so useful in the world of today. What could Venice do exactly? She could vandalise a car until they had a giant ladybug destroying a city painted over its bonnet. Hardly ground breaking or needed. Truth be told Venice didnt know where she was going in life, she was just stretching this part of it out as long as she could. And god was she going to milk it for all it was worth.
Take today, her placement at Sovereign Heights was barely 2 weeks from starting. The new term would come like a tidal wave and she wasn't ready and if it was one thing a Malloroyx girl knew how to do, it was putting ones head in the sand to ignore the more important things in life. Venice was fixing things. Whenever she felt stressed or anxious she would fix. And not like fix broken things, ohhhh no. She fixed things to become better versions of themselves. Ultra versions of themselves....with laser beams. her catalogue of inhuman mistakes projects was a long list of toaster clock, hair-dryer lawnmower and the aptly named Triple knife on a broomstick thing. She wasn't an inventor by any means, she wasn't struck by crazy ideas in the middle of the night that she had to write down. Nope, she just grabbed anything that came to hand and tried to make it work. Most of the time they could probably kill people in terrible ways but sometimes, just sometimes she could create something useful, even beautiful to an extent. And right now she was....not looking at one of those but instead a large ornate key lock with crocodile clasps on it. It was hooked up the electricity...yet. But her train of thought on what she was making had been completely interrupted.
A simple yet beautiful key lock.
It had the memory of Bea written all over it and with a quick flick of her wrist she brought it closer and closer to her eye until she recognised it for what it was. It was one half of a bond, one half of a set, one half of her. Her mind quickly brought up the memory of the gift. It wasn't meant to be anything special but she could pin point the moment she gave it to her cousin and knew it meant something to her. Something special. The lock and key had been specially made, two gorgeous pendent in the shape of Beatrix favourite item. She had a thing for keys. Venice had no idea why and knew she was a weirdo so didnt peruse an answer but the young girl was always found with one round her neck be it a real key or one she had found in a shop there was no Beatrix without a Key necklace.
So when it came to her birthday there was never not anything else Venice could have gotten her and with the ever pending trip to Destiny City clouding over them she knew it had to be something wonderful, something she would remember her by. And 10 minutes later after thinking of everything she could possibly think of she went down the lazy route and got this present. One for her and one for Venice. This way....in a non-creepy incest sort of way, they where connected, Beatrix would always have the key to Venice, and Venice would always be the the lock to her. It was a simple message not one to claim anything on either of them but a reminder of the friendship they held.
God how she missed her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 11:17 am
[PRP] You Can't Do That!
Atë & Aster
Sailor Atë is always making friends, never not making friends. [Read it here
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 11:21 am
[Battle / PRP] Senshi Training
Sailor's Atë, Castor, Athene & Pomona
If Chanois taught Sailor Atë anything it was that she needed more training and fast! Just so happens to be that one powerful prince is doing a crash course in Senshi training. [Read it here]
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 11:25 am
[Battle / Awakening] CO and Ethanol
Atë & Sessrumnir
If things weren't already difficult enough Venice not only has to give her Quad bike up for scraps but she gets her a** kicked by a giant sludge monster. If there was only a knight in shiny armour to rescue her! [Read it here]
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 11:28 am
[Battle] Violent Young Women
Atë & Sugilite
Its finally time to meet one of these negaverse agents everyone has been harping on about! Yet...maybe their not just stupid kids after all...[Read it here]
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 11:29 am
[Solo] Death of a Light
Word Count: 516
"No.
No.
No.
Please....this cant be happening. This can't....please let me wake up. Wake up, wake up, god dammit wake up. I promise, just tell me its a lie and i will go to church every day, twice a day....just tell me it didn't happen."
Cold, vision-less pain. That was all Venice could see when she looked back on the nights events. Al horrible lonely death. She couldn't work out what had happened, how it happened, how she let it happen. She struggled with her transformation letting the cold shock of air hit her as her Sailor clothes disappeared and became replaced with her everyday outfit. She could breath. Every time she closed her eyes she could see her. Forever silent and rotting. How could she let that happen? How could she just run away from her? Leave her like garbage in the street? She knew, knew at the back of her mind that she couldn't have just waited there with Mary, held her hand and called for the paramedics. She highly doubted the police would believe her end of the story. That a negaverse agent came along and snatched her heart crystal and made her escape over the rooftops while she did absolutely nothing. Just watched her, watched her make her escape and she did nothing.
The air was getting caught in her throat as she clung to the back of her chair. Tear unmistakable now as she let it out. She knew Mary, had spoken with her, laughed with her. And now she was dead. Dead because of her. Dead because she did nothing. Nothing.
"AAAARGGGG NOOOOOOO!" The chair left her grasp before she knew what she was doing, the wooden item smashing against the far wall as she watched the pieces fall to the ground. She wanted to destroy something, anything. Se wanted to feel physical pain because this...this she couldn't handle. Her heart felt like it was about to burst through her chest as she grabbed the paper snacked neatly on her table and threw those too. Cousins, ornaments, everything she could lay her hands on she threw against the walls, smashed beneath her bare feet. She wanted to feel the blood rushing to the wounds she had now caused herself because nothing could make her feel as bad as she felt now. Nothing could take the edge of this pain, this pain because she failed. Her first encounter with a Negaverse agent and she had lost? What was she? What a pathetic, stupid excuse for a Sailor Scout? How was she meant to help anyone if she couldn't even fight off one measly agent? How? HOW!? Her screaming was primal, she couldn't help it, everything she picked up she smashed, everything she touched was accompanied by her voice. Not till everything in sight was ruined, broken or destroyed. She couldn't...she couldn't breath.
It didnt take long for her legs to go from beneath her, she collapsed in a heap and sobbed. What else could she do? She sobbed and sobbed.
How could she leave her like that? Mary.
"No...No, no, please...no."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 11:33 am
[Solo] Out of this world
Word count: 654
It was days till Venice even moved from the spot she had fallen too. Sure she had crawled to the bathroom when nature called but everything else, just didn't matter. Food was forgotten, sleep came and went in snatches of cat naps. But nothing made the pain go away. She was so tired. Tired of feeling like this, tired of knowing what she had done, tired of telling herself it was her fault. It wasn't her fault. It was Sugilite's. It was the Negaverse. It was Chaos.
To be honest Venice had never seen this threat, the so called terrorist attacks by teenagers, as anything more than just bratty little kids messing about. Jeeze every other day a child was setting fire to something back in England, why would Destiny City be anything different. And sure there had been news of stabbings, shootings and everything else back home, but not like this. Accidents or cold bloody murder, they happened and there was no getting round that. The world was a cruel place but it also had beauty. She had always believed that, always wanted to believe in it anyway. But seeing the look of the girls face as she made off with the heart crystal. It wasn't triumph or joy. It was disappointment. Because the heart crystal from Mary just wasn't that good. It was powerful or stock full of energy to help her twisted plight for Chaos. It was half dying, it was old and too all sense of respect it was useless.
But she kept it.
She kept it because anything was better than nothing, but even with the small dip of help it would give Chaos?...it just wasn't worth the effort. But the Agent kept it? Why? Was it to piss Venice off even more? Was it to get cheap thrills? Sadistic need? Why!? What was the need to end the old woman's life? For the messed up greater cause the Negarverse were harping on about? Was it that the energy no matter how small wouldn't be wasted if she died of natural causes?....Were there really people that cruel out there? Mary's heart crystal would have been nothing, it would have been a speck of dust to the grand scheme of things. And yet she still kept it.
That was all it took for Venice to push herself off the floor. She didn't need the self pitying outlook she had adopted now. She wanted revenge, she wanted to hurt someone. She wanted to end this blight on the world. She never wanted to go through another Mary again, never wanted to see the light in someone's eyes being snatched so cruelly. But most of all she didn't want someone tainted by the evil that was Chaos. That girl, that Sugilite. She was young, she could tell that much from the glamour of chaos that disguised her. She was a kid. Venice couldn't stand for that. If there was nothing worse than an old lady dying needless, it was someone with their whole lives ahead of them being destroyed by this plague.
It needed to loose.
*Beep beep bubu beep* The sound of her phone made the emptiness of her flat sound all the more hollow but she grabbed it anyway. It was a message from another Sailor scout, and not just any message. This was something big. "Fifty two civilians...no." She had been out of it, she hadn't checked the news in days, why would she? She hadn't even been brushing her teeth! (which right now felt very furry). There was only one question for it, she was going. She was never not going to go. But if anything she felt a need more powerful that her growling stomach or her dead leg that failed to come back to life even after shaking it. She was going to help them, she was going to get them back.
She was going to win.
[ORP] Filled in the Silence - Sailor Ate has made up her mind and prepares for lift off [Read it here]
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