#✩ V: 01 . ⟶ somewhere drab and naughty .
@winterbeheaded liked for a starter. 💛
❝ i'm gonna go out on a limb and guess you've never set foot in a place like this, huh ? ❞ calamity's voice is sugar - sweet and nausea inducing. she knows this, plasters a matching smile on her face, and steps in front of the other to block the other dancers from her view. tonight had been absolute shit in the way of tips, and though she's technically off for the night now, she's still working for whatever she can get. her eyes stay fixated on the girl's eyes rather than her purse. ❝ you look like a baby deer in the way of an oncomin' car, sweetheart. ❞
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@triphaze 💛’d for a lyric starter. / ᵐⁱᵗˢᵏⁱ ⁻ ᵍᵒᵒᵈᵇʸᵉ, ᵐʸ ᵈᵃⁿⁱˢʰ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗʰᵉᵃʳᵗ
❝ there's some kind of burning inside me . . . ❞ spoken through an exhale . . . while laying by his side. they are staring up at the stars, and the hood of his car is much more comfortable than she thought it would be. something about their passing a joint back and forth atop everything else makes calamity feel a bit vulnerable ( or maybe she's just high, or maybe jules is just nice, ). this is the most she's said about HERSELF since he picked her up. ❝ . . . it's kept me from falling apart , ❞
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@whitelace liked for a starter. 💛
❝ does this really make y' any kind of money ? ❞ despite her bluntness, calamity's tone does contain a tinge of curiosity. she steps up and nudges the hat full of change with her foot until the coins within it jingle against one another. the tail end of her song was good. nothing incredible, but not bad. ❝ you got a pretty face. bet that doesn't hurt your chances at the draw, huh ? ❞
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@mirrorballwon liked for a starter. 💛
❝ — i heard you say you got an audition comin' up, ❞ it's a dangerous game she's playing, chatting up the patrons of this studio considering she isn't a member. [ she's gotten quite good at sneaking into places to practice. fake names and all that. ] normally she wouldn't, but the conversation she'd been eavesdropping on compelled calamity to the point where she felt like she had to. she has to get out of town. with one swift movement, she lowers herself from the pole she was hanging upside - down on to address her at eye - level. ❝ what's it for ? ❞
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@voidpill 💛’d for a starter .
THIS IS THE MOST MUNDANE EVENING SHE'S HAD IN AGES . possibly ever ( since ending up in LA, at least ), but her mind is too occupied with the wet cloth by her knee and array of paper squares laid out before them to really sit and ponder that. calamity runs a thoughtful hand through the mess that is her post - hookup hair. even if the tats are only gonna last four or five days tops, she wants them to look fuckin' cool as possible. after another moment of deliberation, she picks her poison and holds it playfully between her fingers like she's about to do a card trick.
❝ somethin' is tellin' me to go with the STARS first, but i got no clue where i want 'em . . . ❞ sharp eyes flick up towards 2-D then, an idea brewing behind them. there is no warning beyond that as she falls onto her back and shuts her eyes. the temporary tattoo is then placed in what she can only assume is his lap. ❝ — why don't you pick for me , blue ? gimme a good shock , ❞
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