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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 4:41 pm
After parting ways with the Squire she had gone back to the mansion. It hadn't been her first thought, but it had been the most logical one-- The only thing that made sense in a world that was crumbling around her. She couldn't see straight. She couldn't think straight. Captain Tourmaline let the shadows fall away from her until she was nothing more than Katrina Halloran again. She crossed the living room slowly, making her way over the liquor cabinet. She didn't know the difference between bottles and what they contained. It didn't matter to her what was inside; she didn't even think that she would be able to taste it with everything gone numb. Katrina popped the cork out of a crystal decanter, sniffing at the amber liquid it contained before bringing it to her lips to take a sip. She sputtered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before giving it another go. This time she held the liquid on her tongue, letting the burn linger before she swallowed. It was better this time, convincing her that it might be worth one more try as she sank to the floor, fumbling for her phone to send a text to Prissy. [ Text to Miss Priss: Are you at the mansion? ] [ Text to Miss Priss: Need a friend. ] [ Text to Miss Priss: Need you. ] [ Text to Miss Priss: Out in living room if ur here. Will still be in living room if ur not and are on way.]
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 11:26 pm
She was softly humming to Fitz and the Trantrums playing on her Pandora station when the front door to the mansion was opened. Oblivious to the guest, she'd continued singing along to every fourth word while she tapped along to the Candy Crush game on her phone. It wasn't until the series of notifications came pinging through her phone that she paused her level, the foot kicking the end of the bed freezing as the words registered in her head. In an instant, the phone was discarded on her bed and socked feet trampled their way across pink carpet and into the hallway, where the light illuminating from the living room gave her a beacon to follow. And there, in the middle of the living room, pooled on the floor like a pitiful puddle of sadness was her best friend. Chase's whiskey was in her hand and the decanter's cork abandoned on the floor yards away. Dropping down to one knee, she was mindful not to tip over the bottle hanging loosely from the other girl's fingers. One hand moved out take hold of her shoulder, concern written all over her expression. "Katrina, what's going on?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 8:03 am
She'd taken another sip from the bottle by the time Priscilla had joined her in the living room. It still wasn't enough to bring back the feeling of anything other than empty and numb. She wanted to feel the anger again, or the overwhelming sadness-- One was probably closer than the other. "James is gone. Aluminite is gone. He betrayed us. He betrayed me." Her voice was surprisingly flat despite the words coming from her mouth. She should have been more animated. She should have been willing to fight again... He'd taken all of that from her and then she'd left. She'd left him there when she should have brought him in. "I didn't--- Prissy, I didn't think telling him that I couldn't do it anymore, that I couldn't handle us would mean that he'd... I knew. I knew he didn't trust Labyrinthite, didn't like him. I never thought that meant he would go to the other side. All of the black gone-- All white instead. All... Gone."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 8:20 am
It took several minutes for her words to register, Prissy doing her best to follow the emotionless explanation coming from her rather emotionally looking friend. The first thing she did, regardless of anything Kat told her, was wrestle the decanter from her grip. Giving her shoulder a soft squeeze, she rose from the floor and made her way over to the bar area. "Well," She finally said, setting the bottle down on the counter and moving to fetch two glasses, "If you're going to get wasted over a boy, we're at least going to do it properly." Prissy really had little to say about James - he had seemed nice, the several times they'd been in contact with each other but as far as her best friend went, there was no man worthy enough of her affections. To have one offend someone so precious to her... well, her opinion of James was very quick to sway in a very negative light. But Kat didn't need him insulted - she could do that herself. What she needed right now was a listening ear and an appropriate drinking receptacle. Turning around, she offered the tumbler to her companion, motioning for her to get up from the carpet and retrieve it. "C'mere."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 9:02 am
Katrina sniffed as she shifted, pushing herself up off of the floor and to her feet. She paused long enough to tug her boots off, tossing them aside before stepping up to take the tumbler from her friend. Her hand steadied as her fingers wrapped around the glass. She pondered briefly the pros and cons of downing the glass right then and there, but considering how Priscilla had reacted when she'd done that with the mimosa she simply held on to it. "I never thought he'd do this... Someone purified him." She spat the words out, disgusted by the very idea. The Pack meant too much to her to-- No, that was only partially true. Priscilla Stratford, Sailor Dia, was the reason why she would never turn her back on the Negaverse. The two of them were unstoppable; had the power to be unstoppable when they worked together. She had loyalty to the Pack, sure, but without Prissy? "I shouldn't have let him get so close." Before. She shouldn't have let him get close enough to her before that it hurt so much now. "God, I wanted to kill him and I didn't." Couldn't-- Didn't know why, but hadn't been able to. "He said... He said he wouldn't give up on me, like... Like who I am isn't good enough."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 9:42 am
Prissy sensed her hesitation as the other girl looked down at the drink in her hand. She took the lead, throwing back her own tumbler and swallowing the potent liquid. As far as alcohol went, Prissy much preferred the fancier, fruity drinks but desperate times called for desperate measures. Despite the face she made after the burning drink went down, Kat took her cue and downed her own drink. Appreciating the fact that her face was already growing warm and the tingles began to run through her, Prissy began to pour them both a second glass. "He wouldn't give up on you but he'd give up on everything he stood for? For the family he had with us?" She was doing her best to watch her words, though knew with each additional whiskey refill that her guard would fall and her speech wouldn't be as carefully monitored. "I doubt he could be purified against his will. Sounds like he took the coward's way out - and didn't care about how it would affect you."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 11:27 am
"I thin-- You know what I think?" She picked up her glass, refilled so that she could sip at it a little bit slower after pounding down two glasses. "He never liked anyone-- Not you, not... Not the wolf, or any of the others. He stuck around because he had to and then he did something stupid-- Really stupid. He fell for me. He got attached. b*****d." The slow sip turned into another shot, glass slammed down onto the coffee table before she shifted so that she could refill it. "Bet it was a girl. Bet some stupid pretty face smiled at him and held out her hand and he just-- He just said yes because that's what he does." She leaned back, huffing as she ran her fingers back through her hair. "He doesn't remember me. He remembers Tourmaline, but he doesn't remember me. How could anyone forget me?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 11:38 am
"What? That's stupid. You're...you're unforgettable." Clear thoughts were beginning to become fuzzy as she worked on her own third glass. The foul liquor suddenly didn't seem to taste so horrible as it went down, lips free of their regular lip gloss working on nursing the drink. It would serve Chase right, if he came home to an entire bottle or more gone from his cabinet. Yeah, that'd show him. "I bet it wasn't even a girl." The thought hit her like a ton of bricks, her ability to filter her words quickly becoming harder. "I bet he just said yes because he does that. He's a pushover." Fudge it. She tossed back the rest of the drink and reached over to grip her best friend's hand. "You're so much better than him, KittyKat. You can do better. You're going to do better."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 12:19 pm
"Of course I'm better than him," she huffed, taking a slow sip of the amber liquid, closing her eyes as she savored the warmth like it was a hug. Prissy's hand on hers was just as nice, just as warm. She smiled, opening one eye to peer at her friend. "You're better than Chase too. We're both better than boys who would leave us for god knows what... We don't need them." Her other eye opened and she watched the pinkette for a moment before slamming down the rest of her glass. "I want-- I want to go to his place. He doesn't know who he is, who I am. Couldn't find his place because he doesn't know it's his. Means that his stuff is fair game-- Means I can get back my stuff back."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 12:40 pm
One hand waved as she dismissed talk of Chase. Not today. No, they were addressing James and how he'd broken KittyKat's heart, how he'd betrayed the Negaverse family that had welcomed him in. This was her battle they needed to address - Prissy's battle would wait for another day. As Katrina revealed her desire, Prissy felt the excitement begin to bubble up from within her. "And it means I can get my stuff back." She giggled suddenly, amused with her own cleverness. "And by that I mean I can take stuff." Her face grew solemn as she rose from her hunched position over the counter, a somber realization dawning on her. "You're not driving." Her words were clear, in her head. They totally did not come out slurred like, "Yerrrrrrrnot drivinnnn." Glancing down at her pajama bottoms and tank top, she shook her head in disappointment. No, no. This wouldn't do at all. "I'm not driving." Setting her drink down, she nodded her head as the answer came to mind. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and practically screamed, " Dia Prism Power - MAKE UP!" With an exaggerated flourish, she henshined up right then and there, in the living room. Legs and arms nearly took down the bar behind her and Kat was smart enough to duck just in time to miss being whipped in the face with several extra-long strands of cotton candy colored hair. "Ah-hAH!"She stumbled slightly, but righted herself as she made what she felt was an appropriately badass pose after powering up. "We'll teleport."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 12:57 pm
" Now?" Prissy had started moving and then all of a sudden she wasn't Prissy anymore. She was Sailor Dia in all of her black and pink and candy and hair. "I don't know how you get anything done with all of that hair. You're going to trip over it and kill yourself someday. You're gonna..." Katrina pushed herself up off of the floor, wobbling on her feet before drawing the darkness around her again, transforming into Captain Tourmaline. "You're not teleporting. You've never been inside his apartment before." She reached out to grab her companion by the hand, letting their fingers twine for support and steadiness. "Don't throw up." The words once out of her mouth were meant to be directed to Dia, but as she teleported and they were suddenly in James' living room they very well could have applied to her as well. Teleporting always made her feel woozy and on top of the alcohol-- Not a good idea. "Ugh... Dia. Maybe we should have waited."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 1:05 pm
"Well YEAH we should have waited," the super senshi scoffed, grabbing hold of the nearest piece of furniture to steady herself, "I wanted a drink for the road, you fudgebrain." Even intoxicated, she was terrible with insults. Waving her hand off at the Captain, Dia's first priority was to hunt down the kitchen which, from the look of things, was right around the living area. Maybe good 'ol James had some booze of his own that they could partake of, maybe settle down their stomachs a little bit. Dia wasn't sure if the hair of the dog saying applied to moments directly after alcohol consumption, but she was willing to give it a try, knocking several things off a table in the process. "What are you after, anyways?" She called out to the girl behind her, one hand taking hold of the nearby wall to smooth out her gait. "Did he take something of yours? Or didja just leave it here?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 1:24 pm
"Don't remember..." That wasn't entirely true. She was sure that she'd left a thing or two there at one point in time, but right now part of wanting to be in his apartment was being closer to him. There were little things there that she was now the only one who would remember. Tourmaline did one of the things that she rarely did while powered up, banishing her weapon back to the Negaspace so that she could touch things with bare hands. It was a bad idea in the event anyone from the DCPD got involved in looking for James, if he hadn't had a contingency plan lined up prior to his purification to cover for his disappearance. They might pick up that someone else had been there-- Her fingerprints would be all over everything she touched. She'd been his girlfriend. What if she was the one who reported him gone? Her fingers brushed along the back of the couch as she looked to the television, trying to recall the last thing they'd watched on the screen. It had been her fault that they hadn't done more as civilians. She was so interested in adventure, so interested in rising up in the ranks. What if-- Her lips curled into a snarl as she picked up one of the throw pillows, giving it a rough toss across the room. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes again as she thought about the movies watched on the couch, saw herself sitting there curled up against his side and laughing. "Maybe we shouldn't be here, Dia... This is such a bad idea..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 1:49 pm
She opened up various cupboards, letting them slam on their own when she couldn't find her liquid prize among their shelves. The fridge proved just as worthless, which was one giant disappointment after another. Hmph. Her hand stilled, however, as she heard the quiver in her friend's voice. Dia had done her best to ignore the don't remember comment, chalking it up to a momentary bout of confusion thanks to the alcohol, but the more and more Tourmaline spoke, the more abundantly clear it became that she was only there for sentiment. Dia would never admit that she understood because she'd done similar, but this was an entirely different story. James had turncoated. Aluminite was gone and he'd abandoned her best friend to try to save his own hide from his own dumb, silly fears. Reopening the cabinet, she pulled out a few of the nice looking glasses from the lower shelf and allowed them to drop from her grip, shattering onto the ground with one splintering crash after another. "Whoopsie." Her coy tone was far from genuine and they both knew it. Turning back towards her friend in the living room, she tilted her head and smiled. " Maybe you should pick out a few things - a few mementos - if you're wanting to be wistful. Before I wreck them all with a little destruction therapy." With that, one arm rose up and sent the remainder of the glasses onto the linoleum flooring with a thundering smash.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 2:01 pm
"Don't do that," she snapped as she turned towards the sound of the shattered glass. "Damnit, Dia-- If any of his neighbors hear us rummaging around in here, breaking things, they're going to call the cops and then we're going to have to explain what we're doing here." The quick turn had made her head spin and she brought a hand up to rub at her temple for a moment. It wasn't like she didn't want to destroy things too-- Hell, there was a part of her that wanted to burn the entire building down to the ground. "I'm going to check the bedroom. If you're going to break more stuff, that's fine, just... Don't make too much noise while doing it." Her voice had started out sharp, but it softened back down into a fondness. She appreciated her friend wanting to help her, wanting to destroy things because she was hurt. Given time, and a bit of sobriety, she was sure they'd make a fine mess of things around town.
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