Oh, of course the barista had made the drink, but she wouldn't blame him. He had never messed up her order. It had to have been her. It had to have been the pinkette. The Priss.
Katrina had taken a few sips in an attempt to not waste it, but in the end she had dumped it into a nearby trashcan on her way out of the mall. It made her unreasonably angry to have wasted a free drink, especially one that she usually enjoyed. She didn't want to have to find somewhere else to go for her favorite latte.
It wasn't fair.
She had to do something about it. She... She could do something about it. Oh, that would be perfect...
Lingering around the mall for a little bit longer was easy enough. It was just a little bit harder to find an excuse to stay when it got dark and the rest of the stores started to shut down. She ducked into one of the service exits, finding a corner with a blind spot to the security cameras to power up in before slipping outside to wait for Prissy. Sure, screwing up her drink wasn't worth killing the pinkette over, but she could sure as s**t scare the hell out of her.
Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 8:18 pm
Prissy, on the other hand, was having a delightful evening.
The first seven hours had been dull, irritating at best. The last hour, however, had ended on a splendid note. The brat with the severe attitude adjustment problem had gotten her just desserts - her milky just desserts - and even though Daniel had taken the three dollar biscotti out of her paycheck, it was certainly worth the stale cookie's price.
Straightening out her skirt, she double-checked her boot's lacing before giving the barista a friendly wave goodbye. He had offered to let her leave before all the dishes were finished and she gladly took advantage of the offer (not that she had anything else planned!)
The mall was dark, the shadows of the indoor plants and statues stretching far across the tiled flooring. Good motivation, she found, to walk even faster out of there!
Although the shadows might have lurked, it wasn't what remained inside that Priscilla had to concern herself with. Katrina, now Lieutenant Tourmaline, had enough sense to know that it would be far too easy to get caught while still in the mall. Security, who she was fairly certain never left their surveillance room, might respond faster to something happening inside. It would take them much longer to respond to some sort of distress coming from outside.
Right?
Of course.
The light above the spot where Priscilla had parked her car flickered, going out completely for a moment before tripping back on. For all of the money that the mall pulled in their upkeep of the parking lot was terrible and she intended to use that to her advantage. When the light flickered again she stepped out of her hiding place, following the other young woman across the parking lot. She tried to match her footsteps to Priscilla's at first, wondering how long it would take her to notice that someone was following her.
Ghouliboo
Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 1:14 am
Skye Starrfyre
Prissy should have been paying attention to her surroundings. Instead, Prissy was paying attention to Pandora, which was playing her favorite Adelle song. Her pink bejeweled iPhone rested in her hand, speaker blaring Hello and drowning out the lonely, creepy sounds of footsteps echoing throughout the empty parking lot.
Her car was still yards away, the flickering lamplight continuing to fade in and out, accompanied by a low buzz every time it struggled back to life. It was like a scene from a horror movie and Priscilla Stratford was not about to become the pretty victim straight out of a cliche film.
Her free hand dug in her purse, retrieving the pink set of keys that perfectly matched her pink little convertible. Various keychains dangled from the keys, weighing it down significantly - enough, in fact, to cause them to slip from her hand and clatter onto the asphalt, pink stars and sparkles scattering as two of the chains broke loose.
"Fudge."
Leaning down, she hastily did her best to retrieve her keys, momentarily setting down her phone in the process.
"Fudge? Really?" She piped up from several feet behind the young woman, arms crossed over her chest. "How are you even... God... Who says things like that? How is this even..."
It was definitely not the entrance she had hoped to make. More like Scary Movie than a scary movie of some sort, when it all boiled down. She was going to make a terrible villain if this was how she kept making entrances.
Snorting softly, Tourmaline tried to salvage what remaining chance she might have had to actually frighten the pinkette. "Hello." She smiled brightly, green eyes gleaming as she closed the distance between them. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that it's not a good idea to walk out to your car alone at night? Or are you so much of a priss that you really think you're safe out here?"
Ghouliboo
Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 9:08 pm
Skye Starrfyre
Startled by the sudden voice, her hands fumbled with her keys, her broken keychains forgotten. Instead, her fingers immediately flew into her purse, digging and furiously searching for any form of protection. Oh - there!
Thumb and index finger wrapped around the pink canister as she gripped it tightly. "I HAVE MACE."
She paused, then added, "AND I KNOW HOW TO USE IT."
Prissy really, really hoped she wouldn't have to use it, mostly because she didn't know how to use it and she was only mostly sure about which direction was theway she was supposed to spray it.
Twirling around, she did her best to look fierce as she held the canister out away from her...until she saw her potential attacker.
A chick? Really?
"Are you....trying to rob me?" This woman looked like a gang member, but there was no gun or knife pointed in her direction. What in the world was going on?
Tourmaline laughed. It wasn't an evil or maniacal laugh. It was the laugh of a mean spirited girl who had just found someone to pick on and oh god, it was going to make her sides hurt.
The young woman rolled her eyes, somehow managing to get her laughter under control long enough to provide Priscilla with an answer. "Rob you? And take what? Your glitter bomb of a handbag? One of your dozen keychains?" Shaking her head, she took another step closer to the waitress.
"I bet you don't know how to use that stuff. Did Daddy get it for you so his little girl would be safe from the big, bad outside world? What are you even doing here?"
Ghouliboo
Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 9:39 pm
She could feel her cheeks growing hot and flushed as the other girl mocked her, grinning the entire time. So maybe she'd never fired a canister. Or knew how to, to begin with. Did that mean she should be mocked for it? And by such a lower classed individual???
No. No it didn't.
"I work here you...you trailer trash tramp!" Prissy could feel her voice grow louder, the more worked up she was getting over this hussy insulting her. Nobody insulted Priscilla Sophia Constance Stratford and got away with it! "I bet you've never even bothered to get a job! I bet my Daddy and his tax money pays for your trailer!"
She took a step back with intentions of making her way to her car and away from this unsavory individual and the heel of her boot stepped directly on top of her beautiful, custom-cased iPhone.
The crack was resounding, quickly followed by a pained wince from its owner. But Prissy, heartbroken as she was, didn't dare look down at the disaster underfoot (literally!) out of fear of what Trailer Trash would do.
There was no calling for help. Just her, her mace and her car...still a good fifty feet away.
"Work? Is that what you call what you do?" Tourmaline laughed again, shaking her head while looking upon the young woman with something so close to pity it was probably nothing more than a mocking gesture too.
As Priscilla took the step back that was fatal for her poor, sweet phone, Katrina took another step froward. At the very least she had to admire the girl for not screaming like a banshee or looking away. She rather liked that Priscilla's eyes remained on her and that she could see the anger boiling in them.
"I bet your Daddy does everything he can to avoid paying taxes just so he can afford having to support you. Well, let's see if we can give him one less thing to worry about, hm?" She flashed the other young woman one more bright grin before thrusting a hand into Priscilla's chest.
Ghouliboo
Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 5:17 pm
It happened so incredibly fast.
The girl lunged for her chest, greedy fingers outstretched with a Cheshire grin spread across her trashy little mug. Priscilla had no opportunity for any last minute quips or comebacks - all she could manage was flailing her hands at the oncoming attacker. Really? Is that all these people did, go for other people's chests?
This was the second chest thruster in a week, the first being both uncomfortable yet having amazing results...but somehow, Priscilla didn't feel this particular girl was going to have any amazing gifts to offer, with her chest reaching.
The hand slid in, like a warm knife slicing through butter. There was no resistance, no awkward brushing against her bosom or blouse. Just a trashy girl's hand, digging into her body. Fudge it.
She stared at the girl, her flawless skin creasing at her forehead as she studied her oppressor.
"Can I help you?"
She wasn't positive, but she didn't think her star seed was worth taking at this point - besides, wasn't it her side that did the starseed retrieving?
One hand brushed past the hand still feeling around in her chest and slipped up into her bra, tugging out the hidden henshin pin that had been tucked safely away. She'd been too scared to casually toss it in her purse and she was ever so grateful, now, for making that decision.
Yet, Grendel had told her not to power up in front of others - no one was to know her identity - but did she really have a choice at this point?
It was obvious from her facial expression that the Lieutenant had not expected such a calm reaction once the pinkette realized what she was doing. When Priscilla so calmly reached around her hand and drew out a pen she paused, brow furrowed. What?
Well, at least she wasn't keeping a tacky feather pen down there, but...
"What are you going to do? Write on me?" Tourmaline rolled her eyes as she drew her hand back, giving Priscilla a firm shove instead. "A pen isn't going to protect you."
Ghouliboo
Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 5:58 pm
Shoved roughly by the brutish girl, Priscilla stumbled backwards, fumbling to regain her balance. As she straightened up, her decision had been made for her. She was tired of being picked on, mocked, chest fiddled and now assaulted.
Raising her pen to head level, she growled. "I'm not the one who's going to need protecting."
Her pink curls were a mess, her eyes with their own crazy gleam in them. TO heck with what Grendel said - she was going to stand up for herself, gosh darn it.
"Dia Prism Power - Make Up!"
In what felt like mere seconds and two very lovely turns (and maybe a few pink sparkles, she couldn't tell), no longer did Priscilla Stratford, victim, stand in front of the Negaverse Lieutenant. Instead, Sailor Dia, in her full pink, candy-striped glory stood, long waves of pink whipping behind her as the winter breeze caught itself in her hair. Ribbons twisted and sailed like tiny flags and crimson gloves moved up to cross over her just-invaded chest, which bore a giant fractured hole across it.
She couldn't resist snickering, a small giggle escaping as her head tilted to the side, eyeing the girl and sizing her up with a new perspective. If this chick wanted to pick on someone, she'd now met her match.
Priscilla's power up to Dia probably would have been more impressive if it had been the first time Tourmaline had watched someone change. A part of her would have liked to have responded with awe. Instead, the transformation sequence that left a pink-haired girl standing before her in striped stockings and a short skirt gained only a slow, dull clap.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Tourmaline stopped, cocking her head while giving Dia her best 'Really? That's all you've got?' look. Then her eyes drifted down to the dark, cracked hole in the other young woman's chest. Instead of shock, she simply smirked. "Heartless? Go figure. Must be why you're such a terrible waitress."
Ghouliboo
Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 7:29 am
Dia's face betrayed her great disappointment in the girl's lack of surprise. Leave it to someone low class and trashy to take away the thunder of her big moment of surprise and amazingness.
"I'm not heartless, you halfwit. My star seed's just better than yours." Her finger traced the black hole in her chest, the gleaming corrupted crystal residing just inches beneath.
Hmph. Then, she caught the last comment. "Wait, how do you know I'm a waitress?"
She paused, the horrifying realization slowly dawning on her. The words this girl was throwing at her, the attitude... she didn't look like the same person, but as she'd learned in the past week or two, appearances were definitely deceiving in this new world of super heroes and magical creatures.
"....Latte Girl? The snotty with the biscotti? Is that you???"
"Broken isn't better." She snorted, crossing her arms over her own chest briefly as Priscilla, Dia, continued to prattle on. Tourmaline wasn't even really paying attention anymore, just zoning out on the blahblahblah (which was everything that the other girl was saying, to be honest).
"Are you done?" Her brow lofted as she ignored the questions in order to ask one of her own. "Because if it's all the same I'd really rather just kick your a** and get it over with. I'm sure karma's had the order in for you for a while now and I'm just the lucky gal who gets to deliver." Neither confirming or denying that she was Latte Girl, but obviously still angry about the poor service and the terrible, ruined tea.
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