Lavender Pratchett
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Demon Queen Anne Pistol
Because I'm a Lady, that's why!
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Post by Lavender Pratchett on Jan 3, 2015 4:40:43 GMT -5
It was raining. The weather forecast had predicted rain, and Lavender stared glumly out at the downpour from under the overhang where she’d sought temporary shelter. She’d brought an umbrella, of course - on a day where there was a 70% chance of rain, she wasn’t going to risk ruining her carefully curled hair. For the moment, though, she was paused, looking out at the damp, gloomy day. Mist was rising from the ground, where just a few hours ago the pavement had been bone dry. Rain in Death City was so different from rain back home in London, Lavender mused, twirling the umbrella over her head absentmindedly. The air smelled like wet sand and the threat of a thunderstorm. It wasn’t the clean smell of dirt and trees and mist that she was used to, but it was soothing. She didn’t realize she’d missed weather so much. At least, weather that wasn't dry and hot. Lavender had gone through to many bottles of lotion trying to keep her skin from drying out in the desert. The city wasn’t as happy about the rain, though, and Lavender could see the puddles forming in the dusty pathways and cracks in the pavement. Nobody was out today. The middle of the park was usually bustling, full of students and kids and dogs and life and energy, but today it was empty, filled with the sound of rain on dry grass and the rustling of wind. Every so often, Lavender thought she saw a colorful umbrella bobbing in the distance, but nobody had made their way past the pink-haired girl yet. Lavender wasn’t even really sure why she’d decided to go on a walk in the first place. Maybe because it was the first cool day she’d seen since moving to Nevada. Maybe it was to clear her head. Maybe it was nervous energy that hadn’t burnt off from the punching bag earlier. Whatever the reason, she’d tucked an umbrella under her arm and strode out confidently. Within ten minutes, it was pouring. Stepping out from under the overhang, Lavender extended her right arm and let the rain fall on her upturned palm. In this moment, it was peaceful and calm. There was no Kishin, no fighting, no Meisters and Weapons. There was just a girl standing in the rain.
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Post by Jin-Eun Song on Jan 6, 2015 3:25:34 GMT -5
Of course it was raining.
Jin-Eun had fallen victim to an admittedly less than stellar day. His morning had been rushed from sleeping in by a half hour which had made the task of showering, getting dressed, eating breakfast, and then making sure his sister got to her friend’s house safely before running off to the Song family mortuary even more difficult than it usually was. Normally Jin-Eun had no problem with a bit of stress or scenes of brief chaos since they were relatively common in the Song household. But with grogginess and lingering fogginess following him all the way to the doors, they’d put him in a rather cloudy mood.
And his work assisting his father hadn’t proved to better it at all. The file work was easy, keeping the tools clean was easy, and then there were hearing the circumstances of the deaths he was met with that day to deal with. Five autopsies, all with terribly tragic circumstances. A hit and run, an unfortunate fall for a construction worker, a suicide by means uncovered to be an overdose, one complete mystery that his father couldn’t verify until the toxicology reports came back in a few weeks, and a drowned child.
Less than cheery work.
Jin-Eun was no stranger to it and could handle it. Usually. He felt the sympathy, felt the awful pity for the poor families and processed it quickly. Usually. He pushed it aside and kept his on straight and his hands steady so he could assist his father. Usually. It was part of the job, a job he would inherit. But today he was full of nothing but sighs and somber looks that had his father excusing him from his duties early to attend to the funeral parlor instead. Directing flower arrangement and seeing to coffin placement had provided a welcome relief and thankfully cleared his head somewhat. Calm work, even if he needed to make himself scarce before any mourners or customers arrived. He wasn’t dressed for dealing with them, even if he was wearing all black, but a black tank top and sorry looking black jeans weren’t what one should be wearing to deal in business with mourning families.
So away Jin-Eun had gone at last. He had only just dared to sigh in relief as it started to rain from clouds he couldn’t remember seeing before since his move to Death City. On his way home, he was too far from the mortuary to bother running back under its roof. But he was too far from home to try running there either. In a pinch, Jin-Eun had booked it through the thankfully shallow puddles and gentle raindrops to the nearest overhang he spotted for shelter.
Once safely beneath it, he paused to look out at the rain. The soft sound was peaceful now that he didn’t need to worry about it hitting him. Jin-Eun couldn’t remember having seen rain once since he left Seoul and moved to Death City. Granted he’d of course seen it in Oklahoma as well, but usually under more dire circumstances. He quickly shoved the thoughts of twisted, howling winds and blackened skies out of his mind. The grey blanketing the sky above was far more pleasant. So long as it didn’t thunder, Jin-Eun was perfectly content to let the surprise peace ease his nerves and bring back the serene smile that had been missing all day.
But he wasn’t alone, and he only realized that a moment later than he should have. Jin-Eun’s shoulders jumped a bit as he side-stepped away from the girl in a hurry. “Ah, my apologies,” he spoke quickly, “I didn’t see you there!” Moving back left one shoulder at the mercy of the falling water. Jin-Eun leaned away from it, appearing a tad exasperated. He really could had done without this. Ignoring how damp his hair and clothing felt from his mad dash for shelter, he could only hope that the rain had washed away most of the chemical smell left on him. The last thing he needed was to subject the poor girl to formaldehyde fumes.
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Post by Stella Riordan on Jan 6, 2015 20:25:55 GMT -5
Stella needed to get out more, but she could have picked a better day.
She was not the type to check weather reports. Though she got up early enough, she certainly wasn’t a morning person and there was no way in hell she’d actually check the weather to see what the day would hold. Kinda funny, as the girl didn’t like surprises in the slightest. The cloudy skies recently had been threatening rain, but perhaps she had just been overly hopeful or something.
Right now Stella was positively drenched. She had basically given up looking for shelter. It was a shame too. This coat was probably ruined by now. Good thing she had a similar looking one. And at the very, very least Stella didn’t need to worry about her hair. It was already naturally straight, being drenched wouldn’t bother it all that much. She’d just have to brush it out more than usual later. ...Actually, now that she thought about it that was kind of a bother. Her hair was awfully long. Joy. At least she didn’t wear much make-up? There we go.
Stella decided she might as well head back to her apartment. It’d take less time if she cut through the park, so she decided to do that. The rain didn’t seem to want to let up. Really, Stella hated water. It was just an awful, awful substance. Ruining coats, hair, and causing colds were just a few of the things the awful liquid could do. And it only seemed to be getting worse. Absolutely fantastic.
The rain getting worse made Stella tempted to find some shelter. She soon noted a brightly coloured something off in the distance. She assumed it to be an umbrella. There was someone there, but probably not shelter. Stella was going in that direction regardless, so she might as well check it out.
A girl and a boy stood under an overhang. Ah! An overhang! That was absolutely perfect! She could dry out a bit and wait for the rain to loosen there. The only problem was that it was occupied. ”Well, you could use some more friends.” She attempted to reassure herself in a mutter. Or rather, any friends. She added in her head.
And so, Stella walked over to the overhang, stepping under it. She wouldn’t be surprised if the two hadn’t noticed her just yet, as they seemed to be conversing. So, she spoke up. ”Apologies if I’m being a third wheel.” She said, a slight smirk pulling at her lips. Stella then ran a hand through her hair, only for it to get caught up on a naught. Oh, that was just lovely. And she thought she had gotten most of the tangles out... The smirk was removed from her lips, but fortunately Stella was decently good at hiding the irritation from her voice. ”I’m just not the biggest fan of being rained on.”
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Lavender Pratchett
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Demon Queen Anne Pistol
Because I'm a Lady, that's why!
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Post by Lavender Pratchett on Jan 9, 2015 16:56:15 GMT -5
“It’s okay,” Lavender said, wrinkling her nose slightly. The boy was just close enough that she could feel the drips splatter onto her stockings, and she very obviously inched away in mild disgust until she was back under the overhang, although she made no move to lower her umbrella. Her dress was not the kind you could get wet. Not because it would ruin it, but because Lavender hadn’t planned on being soaked today, and the dress was dry-clean only. She didn’t feel like having to make the extra trip. Although, she could send one of the maids...nah. Too much effort, especially if she could avoid the problem altogether.
Lavender was even more appalled to see an equally soaked girl walk up behind her, dripping as she pulled her hand through her red hair to get out the tangles. She inched away even further, doing her best to stay polite and out of the way of water. “Why not. The more, the merrier. After all, misery…” She gave the girl a once over. “…Loves company,” she finished decisively, spinning her umbrella lightly. She didn't bother keeping the thinly veiled disapproval out of her voice. What was wrong with these people? Didn't they ever check the weather?
Something kicked at the back of her mind, and she once again addressed the boy in the awful clothing. “Don’t I know you? At least, I could have sworn I’ve met you before,” she said, tilting her head and patting her hair into place. Seeing the other girl fuss with her own hair was making Lavender nervous about how the rain had treated her pink curls.
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Post by Jin-Eun Song on Mar 5, 2015 22:41:50 GMT -5
Jin-Eun didn’t quite believe the girl’s answer given how she inched away from his presence, but if she was going to make the effort of being civil towards a stranger then so would he. Thus, Jin-Eun did his best to remain as far away as possible while still mostly sheltered from the rain. Walking home drenched wasn’t something he wanted or needed. He already had enough weighing on him from the day’s events without adding water to it. Jin-Eun did spare one more glance at the girl, though. He could swear he’d seen her somewhere before.
That thought train was cut short by another arrival. Jin-Eun side-stepped carefully to try and make room almost on reflex. The slight crowding may have bothered him if a lifetime of bullet trains and being pushed hurriedly through crowds by security details hadn’t dulled his senses to it. The comment didn’t go unnoticed by Jin-Eun but he didn’t respond verbally. The thought sentiment was a bit amusing, if only in just how wrong the girl’s assumption was. But Jin-Eun fought back the grin in favor of letting the usual calm smile settle on his face. As far as response, he did have one concerning the rain. “I can sympathize,” he remarked looking down namely at the tank top ill-suited for the weather. “I may have chosen something with sleeves had I bothered to check the weather.”
But he hadn’t. Perhaps none of them had given that it had seemed rather sudden and they were in Nevada. Jin-Eun could remember instances in Oklahoma where the weather would change on a dime but he knew Nevada wasn’t like that, particularly in the case of sudden weather changes that involved tornados. He shoved thoughts of black skies and storm shelters from his mind and turned his eyes on the weary looking sky. That wouldn’t happen here, there was no need to tense like he did.
Luckily the more distinctive of the two girls gave him a distraction. So the feeling of familiarity was mutual. Jin-Eun turned more towards her and wracked his brain. She wasn’t the type to easily forget after running into. The dress, the makeup, the hair especially. Keeping his arms crossed and letting his head lean slightly to one side, Jin-Eun let her know he shared her sentiment. “You seem familiar too. I remember running into you somewhere before, I just can’t quite remember where.” A lot had happened in recent weeks. Some things just ran together.
He did not, however, recall the redhead. That at least he was certain of. Not wanting to be rude in completely shutting her out, he cast a glance over to her as well. “You I’m not familiar with, though.” Rather obvious since she was, after all, a stranger, but he didn’t really know what else to say. He was curious about both people he happened to be hiding from the rain with, but more so in the girl with the rather unforgettable look to her. He knew her from somewhere. It was going to bug him if he couldn’t remember.
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Post by Stella Riordan on Mar 29, 2015 19:46:18 GMT -5
This girl seemed nice enough. Her disgust for the two drenched people that had both appeared randomly wouldn’t really surprise Stella or make her look down on the girl, of course. Probably the opposite. Stella didn’t like water in the slightest, and being drenched in it wasn’t fun. It also wasn’t fun to be near people that were drenched in it. She wasn’t quite sure but, didn’t rain have a terrible smell when mixed with hair or fur or whatever?
Perhaps if Lavender had worded her distaste for the two’s company a bit better Stella would have just left. She didn’t know when the rain would subside, and was already soaked to the skin. It’d probably be best to change clothes as soon as possible, lest she catch a cold. For now she thought that hoping the rain would die out was nicer sounding than continuing to walk back home in it.
The boy seemed nice enough as well. Good, good. Stella didn’t want to be around mean people. Right now, anyway. She generally didn’t mind people being a bit rude (so long as they weren’t extremely rude) as she could be rude right back, but today was not one of those days. Today she was a bit tired than normal. Probably from the dreary atmosphere, but shouldn’t she be used to that? Ireland, and Europe in general for that matter, weren’t really known for sunny weather.
Turns out Stella had been wrong about the whole third wheel thing though. Unless their whole “oh don’t I know you?” act was a ruse, but that seemed a bit elaborate for something so silly. Plus she was more trying to get a reaction than anything. Hadn’t worked, but since these people were pleasant as opposed to rude she didn’t mind. Plus, them conversing with each other was nicer than them asking her a million questions.
It didn’t take too long for the boy to pull her into the conversation, of course. That wasn’t surprising. If they were civil they were likely to include everyone in a conversation. The boy was not familiar with her. No surprise there. Stella didn’t do anything extra-curricular. She rarely went out to, honestly.
No sense making up a silly little lie, so Stella figured she might as well just say that. Didn’t want to lie herself into a corner under these circumstances. Well, she wouldn’t want to do that under any circumstances honestly but the point still stood. ”Well, that’s not surprising. I’m not out very much.” She said in a softer voice than normal for her. That soon changed to a much more confident tone as she spoke again. ”Besides, if you had seen me you would certainly remember me.”
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Lavender Pratchett
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Demon Queen Anne Pistol
Because I'm a Lady, that's why!
Posts: 47
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Post by Lavender Pratchett on May 10, 2015 0:43:41 GMT -5
Twirling her umbrella a little, Lavender scoffed. “I’d certainly remember your hair,” she said, eyeing the redhead. It wasn’t much longer than Lavender’s own curly pink locks, but it begged to be brushed and styled. Lavender took a deep breath, forcing herself to be calm. She couldn’t force makeovers on every single person she saw. If she could, she would be dragging both to her home and making the girl try on a beautiful cream-colored lavender had been working on several months ago that didn’t suit Lior’s color palette. It was full of ruffles and swaths of glittery white fabric, and while it washed out Lavender’s ablino best friend, it would look stunning on the redhead. Lavender was already formulating hairstyles to go with it. Long hair…braids…maybe flowers...
Instead of actually acting on these thoughts, she cleared her throat, adjusting her position so she was facing both of her fellow fugitives from the rain. “I can’t forgive either of you not knowing me, though, because you both have a wonderful opportunity here. I’ve never had the chance to meet me, so I envy you both, really.”
Folding her umbrella in front of her and shaking it out slightly, she placed the top on the ground and folded her hands delicately over the handle. “I am Lady Lavender Pratchett, and I am formally introducing myself because you both seem like decent people and therefore worthy of my time and presence.” With that, Lavender patted one of her curly pigtails back into place, fixing a stray hair, and looked at her companions expectantly.
“Well, go on,” she said. “Interactions have begun. You don’t expect to keep a cute girl like me waiting, do you?"
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