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Dolores Pacini ([personal profile] cuteadjacent) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-06-09 12:37 pm

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
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.

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.
B. Sunset Diner - Any Day
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.

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.
C. Shops around Town - Any 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.

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.
D. School - Any Day
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.

"The fuck is up with people today, like they've never seen me before..."
E. A Dive Bar
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.
ragnarsson: ([11.6] Interested)

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-06-14 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ivar, on the other hand, was definitely a lot less angry than his usual self. So much of that had come from a place of abandonment, absence of paternal love in his life, and lack of self-confidence. His father's consistent presence in his life had helped solve a lot of that. While there was still definite anger and fury, it was now better concealed beneath the surface. He knew how to put on a pleasant expression and get along with people instead of stabbing them in the throat to get what he wanted.

"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.
ragnarsson: (Smile)

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-06-14 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Being around teenagers his own age had given Ivar a lot more to think upon. At home, his legs were an obstacle that women just couldn't seem to overcome. Here, that didn't seem to be quite the case. He knew that Dolores was blunt and brash enough to have told him from the beginning if she wasn't interested in his company.

"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.
ragnarsson: ([12.16] What is this)

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-06-15 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
"I guarantee I can." Now that was sheer masculine teenage bravado right there. Ivar had a lot of sexual hang-ups, the worst one being that he was impotent. Last time he'd been with a woman, it had been a humiliating experience, for he hadn't been able to get it up at all. That was a night that had ended with a lot of crying and attempted murder. So really par course for what a woman could expect during a night with Ivar.

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?"
ragnarsson: ([12.18] Thinking)

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-06-16 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
Her offer made Ivar grin with excitement, his eyes (always his best feature, he'd been told multiple times) bright with eagerness. She'd put forth exactly what she wanted. The only thing he could think of to do, once his brain had caught up to the situation, was to reciprocate. With the boldness of alcohol coursing through his system, he reaches around, placing one hand on the small of her back just above her ass. "I think I can help out with at least one of those things. Maybe even two of them."

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.
ragnarsson: ([11.26] Close together)

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-06-22 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ivar might be a bit clueless when it comes to the intentions of people who are interested in him, but even he can understand Dolores as she sits down in his lap and kisses him slowly. He barely has the presence of mind to kiss back before he pulls back. Hopefully, he won't be this frozen when it comes time for more intimate acts.

"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.
ragnarsson: ([10.9] Through the crowd)

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-06-23 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ivar's sexual experiences can be totaled by holding up one finger, but he's not going to let Dolores know that. It might make her change her mind about taking him to bed. He goes silent for a moment as they reach a small, rundown hotel, thinking about what had worked last time (not much) and what hadn't (a lot).

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.
ragnarsson: ([13.12] Almost kiss)

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-06-24 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Were Ivar his normal self, he'd never even consider going to bed with her. For one, he was taken, and another thing, there was no way he'd even be confident enough to express such desires with anyone. He preferred taking things slow, hesitant to confide in anyone about what he might desire.

"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.