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It's my party and I'll cry if I want to! [Open - Backdated to Oct 13]
Who: Charlise/Kitty and whatever poor soul ventures near her room.
What: All the angst, rebellious, no fucks given cause it's her birth/death day.
Where: Charlise's room.
When: Oct 13 Afternoon and through the night.
Warnings: R - Possible Violence, Language, Nudity, Sexual Situations, and Kitty.
Oh this fucking wretched day. It came every year and every year she had a new reason to add to her hate for existing. But don't be fooled, she wasn't suicidal... ha! No no, on this particular day of the year, Charlise had a tendency to just throw fucks into the air and kick it to the wayside because it was the day she wouldn't allow anyone to tell her what to do. Not that she really gave much of a choice on any of the other days but really, today? Today was for her to do whatever the fuck she wanted and if someone didn't like it? Tough shit.
That's why today, past primetime and into the coming dusk, the room she resided in was practically shaking and vibrating. Loud, angsty, music could be kind of heard as the beats and sounds blasted against the constraints of the walls. Should you decide to venture into this wasteland there are many things you might run into as the single-person-party goes on into the night.
Kitty had gone to great lengths to make this day a day where she could forget about everything else and just enjoy herself. As such, she could be found dancing around in her underwear, or savoring some of her priceless triple 'p' green pops. Maybe you can find her while she's downing bottle after bottle of heavy alcohol, more than likely stolen from some poor sap. Maybe you could find her bawling her eyes out when everything she's trying to block out comes back rushing in when something on the stereo makes her remember or maybe you just find her writing a nasty entry into her journal complaining about many of the things she hates about herself.... Some may even find her taking great pleasure in using one of the many toys she stole from the Love Hotel, pleasuring herself vigorously, not holding back the loud lustful moans as she gazes as many ill-gotten pictures of possibly familiar ladies from on or off Campus.
Whatever the case and situation you find her in, just know that things right now are volatile and she feels entitled to do whatever the fuck she wants on her birth/deathday...
What: All the angst, rebellious, no fucks given cause it's her birth/death day.
Where: Charlise's room.
When: Oct 13 Afternoon and through the night.
Warnings: R - Possible Violence, Language, Nudity, Sexual Situations, and Kitty.
Oh this fucking wretched day. It came every year and every year she had a new reason to add to her hate for existing. But don't be fooled, she wasn't suicidal... ha! No no, on this particular day of the year, Charlise had a tendency to just throw fucks into the air and kick it to the wayside because it was the day she wouldn't allow anyone to tell her what to do. Not that she really gave much of a choice on any of the other days but really, today? Today was for her to do whatever the fuck she wanted and if someone didn't like it? Tough shit.
That's why today, past primetime and into the coming dusk, the room she resided in was practically shaking and vibrating. Loud, angsty, music could be kind of heard as the beats and sounds blasted against the constraints of the walls. Should you decide to venture into this wasteland there are many things you might run into as the single-person-party goes on into the night.
Kitty had gone to great lengths to make this day a day where she could forget about everything else and just enjoy herself. As such, she could be found dancing around in her underwear, or savoring some of her priceless triple 'p' green pops. Maybe you can find her while she's downing bottle after bottle of heavy alcohol, more than likely stolen from some poor sap. Maybe you could find her bawling her eyes out when everything she's trying to block out comes back rushing in when something on the stereo makes her remember or maybe you just find her writing a nasty entry into her journal complaining about many of the things she hates about herself.... Some may even find her taking great pleasure in using one of the many toys she stole from the Love Hotel, pleasuring herself vigorously, not holding back the loud lustful moans as she gazes as many ill-gotten pictures of possibly familiar ladies from on or off Campus.
Whatever the case and situation you find her in, just know that things right now are volatile and she feels entitled to do whatever the fuck she wants on her birth/deathday...
This could only go well, right??
Evve was unaware of who the room may belonged to, but she pushed the door open regardless, curiosity her primary motivation. As it stood, she felt little to nothing at all, only the smells of liquor to fill the void of where she couldn't feel a body. It was a familiar sensation and one she was beginning to discern the further she stepped inside without announcement.
Right in about as many ways as it could go horribly awesomely wrong XD
"Oy! Is that my entertainment?! No? Fuck dude what the hell that fuckin' pizza shoulda been here hours ago!" she made an annoyed sound and drank down the bottle in her hand before tossing it aside and turning not noticing she had company just yet...
I'll toast to that
Evve remained in the doorway, face expressionless as her eyes scanned the room. What a wreck. The sound was still threatening the wellbeing of her ears and the smell was a thick plume choking her nostrils. She didn't feel as if she had any right to complain, seeing as she was trespassing into someone's personal quarters, but this just seemed out of hand for a school dorm room.
Evve didn't want to shout, so she lifted her hand up in hopes she'd pay attention that someone was here. Maybe, though she imagined unlikely, she could get her to turn the music down long enough for an explanation.
Not that Evve was here to listen to anyone's problems or be of assistance; she simply needed to know for herself.
o/*\o yeah!
Charlise sighed and dropped the other empty bottle to the ground before shuffling over and turning down the music, turning back, crossing her arms and raising a brow.
"Damn dude... It hasn't even been... uh... half a day and someone's already comin' ta crash down my joint?"
She looked down a little before turning back to her. "Not that I don't fuckin' enjoy the eye candy of course but fuck man."
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"Eh, ain't got wine but I managed to loot some fine strong shit from somewhere... can't really recall where from." she shrugged before poking a few of the random things that were strewn about.
"Pretty sure I have some classical shit around here somewhere too I guess.... You're guess as to where is about as good as mine though."
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She gestured to the mess, though mostly toard the fallen bottle of liquor. "I take it you're celebrating something?"
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She shrugged and dropped onto her couch with a sigh. "Just nothing important. Day I came to be or what-the-fuck-ever people call it these days."
omigosh im sorry this took so long.
Ah, Evve paused in her mind. Birthday, perhaps? It seemed the likely conclusion and yet, with a character such as Charlise, Evve wouldn't have expected to find her alone. Granted she was dead, but she still had a birthday she couldn't forget, right?
There was only one issue she saw with all of this: "Your excitement is contageous," she commented with a bland taste on her tongue. "I might let lose at any - " Evve stepped over a bottle, gravitating a little closer to where she was sitting. "Moment."
It's perfectly fine <3 I'll always be here to tag so long as you wish to continue :3b
True, in this place, with all the changes due to the new ability to transform and all that she had experienced... Kitty had a hard time feeling if she was dead or alive anymore... Maybe it was just wishful thinking...
"So uh.... want anything? Since ya ain't here ta crash my party... I got drinks and stuff..." Yes, that might have been an invitation.
C:
The scent of alcohol was beginning to dull away at her senses, so it left her in more of a position to try it. She only had once or twice in her life, so why not?
"I haven't had much to eat, so a weak one will be fine." Evve planted herself on the couch with that, parked on one end with an arm relaxed along the back. She followed Kitty with her eyes. "Did you just forget to invite people to your party?"
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Charlise nodded and shrugged, "Sure thing," she noted as she picked a bottle at random. How the hell was she supposed to know what was weak or strong anyways?!
After passing over the bottle she moved over to grab a few bags she still hadn't put up. "We got junk food, or shit I can prep over in the kitchen area, I'll let you take your pick mainly cause you're smokin'." she said as she looked over at Evve.
At the latter question however, she shrugged and looked away, "Wouldn't have mattered... the people who prolly would have maybe shown up if anything to check on me disappeared. Haven't heard from em' in a while so no one woulda come anyways so why bother right? 'Sides, I can have a blast on my own."
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It was then Evve tilted her head at something remarkably green on the floor, just accentuated by a glimmer of light off its clear wrapper. Looked like some candy. She sat up just to lean down for it, picking it up by the stick and twirling it between her fingers thoughtfully. Hm. Just a sucker.
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However, as soon as Evve picked up the pop, Charlise's face dropped and she looked a bit apprehensive.... shit... she found one... Does she know?
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"Clearly," she replied in the meantime. "You took a pretty big risk pulling those pranks on the hedgepig and the supposed head of security."
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"Hey - Kitty, you in there?"
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The door wasn't locked however, if he decided to venture in.
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Bam bam bam!
...and one last bam that was a little too hard and popped the door open.
"Aw, damnit - sorry..."
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You'd be surprise at the challenges you see on the web. In any case, she seems too busy laughing at her own stupidity as she almost chokes on more alcohol and wipes her face.
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Because hanging upside down and getting drunk was about the craziest thing you could do. Loss of motor control could cause your legs to unlock and then you'd be landing directly on your head and...
...Yeah, OK, eyes to the side. He hadn't been expecting that sort of a view.
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Right before losing her grip and falling onto the floor with a hard thud. She was okay however, as seen by how fast she sat up and attempted to cover her ample chest.
"Dude! What the fuckin' fuck?! Can't a bitch have some mother fuckin' privacy?!"
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"Yeah, you can! Might help to lock your door though - I was knocking on it and it came open then I saw you hanging there, upside down, getting drunk because apparently you want to fall on your head and give yourself brain damage or a spinal cord injury or something!"
He crossed his arms and waited to hear if she was putting on the shirt before he'd turn around.
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"Happy Birthday - I had no idea or I woulda brought somethin' along to give you. Mine was the week before last. Or at least, October first is the day I picked being I've got no REAL idea when I was born, but have to put a date down on forms and stuff."
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He gave a little shrug.
"So. Your Birthday. You often spend it upside down with cheap hooch dripping from your face?"
Yeah. He wasn't going to bring up the topless part.
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That made no sense to her truthfully!
"And what the fuck do you care? I just generally do what I want, I just... do it by myself on my "special day"... or what the fuck ever." she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms looking over at him.