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For Want of a Nail... (Open)
who: Lola Dolores Pacini and YOU.
what: It's like any log with Lola but she's now trash and mean.
when: AU Event (14th - 24th)
where: Floor 2, Diner, Shops, School, Bar
warnings: Dolores swears a lot more than Lola. Otherwise nothing comes to mind.
A. Floor 2 - Morning of the 14th
what: It's like any log with Lola but she's now trash and mean.
when: AU Event (14th - 24th)
where: Floor 2, Diner, Shops, School, Bar
warnings: Dolores swears a lot more than Lola. Otherwise nothing comes to mind.
A. Floor 2 - Morning of the 14th
Dolores wakes up and grumbles at how much like a day it is. Doesn't matter what kind of day, the sun rises and sets in all the same ways, and all of the days are just filled with the same crap as always. Only now she was living in a floor with nine other people sharing a room with four other people and that can't be good for her developing mind, right? There should be like standards for how minors are housed.B. Sunset Diner - Any Day
She drags herself out to the kitchen to pour herself some cereal, grap a fruit that almost passes for an apple, and make coffee. She has some memories of a dream where she made breakfast, but... that can't be right. Plus in the dream she was all sunny and happy with cotton candy hair. Fuckin' weird.
So for anyone on Floor 2 expecting the huge breakfast Lola usually spends the morning cooking up, what they get is nothing. Because Dolores can't cook for beans. She can barely work the instant coffee.
People in the Quarentine were aware of how... strange, things had gotten since the tenth. People not always being who they should be, younger, older, just plain different from who they are. And Lola is so sweet that the cooks are giving Dolores the benefit... but man is she hard on customers.C. Shops around Town - Any Time
Dolores has her hair in a pair of tiny pigtails to keep it away from her face and out of the food. Her apron is on over a rumpled looking uniform she hasn't properly taken care of today. Her attitude is crap, and she's been surly with everyone who has come in.
"What do you want? Make it snappy." Pen out, pad ready, she can take your order in less than a minute if you don't hold her up and waste her time.
After a quick stop to buy herself some clothes that weren't super colorful, childish, and stupid. Dolores had been browsing the shops for better music equipment. Looking for a better set of headphones or possibly a new rig to hold her music entirely. Her phone came through the portal with her, it wasn't in the best of shape before and hadn't been doing better. This place had cool tech, they had to have something fancier than a cell phone for storing music.D. School - Any Day
Of course she was also rifling through what they had on vinyl because vinyl will never die and clearly some of it came through the portal here. She looked entirely at home in this beat up music shop, off on a corner, in her leather jacket she found in a clearance section, ratty black tank top, and distressed pair of jeans.
Dolores had noticed the other kids looking at her, maybe it was the fact she turned her hair white today. Maybe it was the fact she had to rip up some cute girly thing to make it more her style. She was used to kids whispering, being friends with Esme did that at home, but they seemed even more focused on her. She grabbed her lunch and stalked off to the edge of the cafeteria, bypassing the tables to eat in a stairwell hopefully avoiding everyone.E. A Dive Bar
"The fuck is up with people today, like they've never seen me before..."
Universal constant: there is always a bar that has seen better days. The alcohol is watered down, the atmosphere is bleak, half the bulbs are dead, and something shows signs that it was used to bludgeon someone the previous night. Exactly the sort of place Dolores wants to spend her evening. Nursing something bitter and angry, letting the alcohol ebb away at her own bitterness and anger. Maybe she'll meet a guy, maybe a girl, maybe she'll start a fight.
Who knows, the whole point of a place like this is you don't know what'll happen any given night. And nobody knows your name.
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Dolores studies the drink for a moment, it's a nice enough gesture, and something she'd like. Ivar being the one sending her a drink is a surprise, a pleasant one. Normally who tries to get her attention with a drink isn't who she wants. Then again they usually send her something a little girlier. She smiles a little dryly as she picks up the drink and walks to sit next to him. Not on the bar, as she doesn't need the height with Ivar.
"I hope the drink was an invitation, or at least a warning you're thinking of starting a bar fight."
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"Definitely an invitation. The only warning you'd get if I started a fight would the guy being tossed over the bar." Actions spoke louder than words and he was relieved his had gone over well thus far. Being Ivar, he of course already had a rough plan in his head of how things were going to go. He ordered himself a shot as well and clinked the glasses together. "Skoal," he said cheerfully before downing the drink. It burned very pleasantly on the way down.
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Lola smirks before downing her drink. She wasn't taking a seat, leaning on the bar just as comfortably. "Well, you might want someone to watch your... back." Her smirk changed a bit with that line. Her eyes were a bit lower than his back when she said it. "But an invitation is fine, that is, if I'm invited to something interesting."
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"One thing I can guarantee is that with me around, you'll never be bored." He makes a point of brushing his fingers up against her's. She'll have to end up making more of a move than that. Ivar, when it comes to the people he's interested in, can be close to being petrified beyond little ways to show he liked them.
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She eyed his fingers, then moved on to eyeing him. He was more than fit, easy on the eyes, little bit off but in that fun way. Plus there were some questions she'd love to answer in the hands on way. Dolores isn't as afraid of being rejected, because her home life has disillusioned her to the concept of love itself. What the hell, where else will she get a shot like this? "Well, I hope you can live up to your own hype."
Dolores leaned in and there was definitely a desire in her eyes. "What would be your idea, or do you want to hear my suggestion?"
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But Dolores was pretty, even if she wasn't entirely kind, and this time, the stakes were a lot lower than losing his virginity. Maybe this would turn out alright for him.
He sat up a little straighter in his wheelchair when Dolores leaned in. His eyes looked bright and eager. "Indulge my curiosity. What do you have in mind?"
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Plus, as far as Dolores remembered, she'd been trying to figure out how to handle any urges and desires since she arrived. Communal housing meant that was off the table. Fortunately work provided cash for whatever, and whatever could include a little bit of fun. "Well, being stuck in communal housing is a bit stifling. I've been meaning for a good excuse to get a hotel room and just... enjoy not having nine other people around. Long bath, wander around naked, getting myself off."
She's quiet enough so the offer is just the two of them, lot's of eye contact, "I wouldn't mind a little company... and assistance."
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He decided to order them a pair of shots for the road. If he was going to see this all the way through, he was going to need a bit of liquid courage to calm the pit of snakes currently writhing around in his stomach. Much as he wanted to tell himself this was all going to be alright, he really wouldn't know until they actually got to that point.
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She hopes he gets her meaning, but she isn't really aiming for subtlety. Especially as she takes a moment to sit down on his lap, simply for the practical access to his lips and give him a slow, simple, kiss. "Ever. So. Grateful."
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"Come on. Let's get out of here." He'd like to kiss more, but at the same time, he's looking forward to the main event. He wheels out of the bar, blinking at the change from the dim lighting. Fortunately, in this part of town, there's plenty of small hotels around. They won't have to walk too far.
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Not that she was opposed to a regular thing.
She drops a few bills on the bar, drinking in the errant glances and stares as she leaves with Ivar. Enjoying the disturbance they caused. "So... anything you want me to focus on or do?" She doesn't figure it'll get too weird, but wouldn't mind terribly if it did. But since teasing isn't the way to build the mood, knowing what he wants would let her mull over how to keep it just out of reach?
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Paying for the room gives him more time to think. Once that's done and they have the key, he turns towards her, and his voice has just a touch of hesitancy in it. "How do you feel about being choked?" Never let it be said Ivar's sexual tastes ran towards the ordinary. For him, sex and death were inextricably linked in his mind. While he didn't want to actually hurt Dolores, the idea of a little bit of danger was thrilling to him.
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Dolores had found ways to get into trouble, and sex was one, and surprisingly erotic asphyxiation was occasionally found. There was a lazy matter-of-fact way to how she explained her issue that treated it as far more pedestrian than she should, "If I touch start quickly tapping on the back of your hand like this." she demonstrated something like applause, except her left hand was around her own neck while her right repeatedly slapped against it, "It means you need to loosen your grip a bit."
Safewords don't work while being strangled, fortunately that's a mistake she's never made before. But she read about someone else making it.
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"Alright. Fair enough. I'll try not to get too rough." He tries to sound casual, though really his stomach is in knots at the thought of what's to happen next.
When they enter the room, he wheels himself over to the bed, and slides onto it in one smooth movement. He removes his shirt and the body beneath it is toned and muscular from a lifetime of dragging himself around solely by his arms. He doesn't make any motion to remove his pants, hesitant about what reaction Dolores will have to his legs.
Instead, he pulls her towards him, one hand running under her shirt across her stomach while the other wraps around the small of her back.