For Want of a Nail... (Open)

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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.

Comments

[cuteadjacent]

Dolores doesn't really feel like putting in the effort for... flirting. Not the whole gushy romance crap. She wants what she wants, and asking for it is the fastest way there. Sure, the game playing, teasing, banter... fun when there's time. But this didn't feel like the time for it, this wasn't really meant to last.

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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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.

[cuteadjacent]

Something like that would have shocked and horrified Lola, this entire scene would have to be honest. Dolores didn't miss as much as a step, "Not while I'm getting off, it's distracting, and the last guy to do that to me didn't really thinking about how to please me while he got himself off."

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.

[ragnarsson]

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.