#the barman used to call her little lisa loony toon (lisa arc 1.)

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She's just finished her set at The Avenue. The nightclub is well known for its dancers, and Lisa is one of them. Of course, she ignores the voices in her head that tell her she isn't living up to her potential. She heads to her dressing room and takes a look at herself in the mirror. This isn't how she had expected her life to go, of course. But she finds herself grateful that at least she has this. She's able to afford a small space in NYC thanks to her salary and some occasional tips.

After getting changed, she heads to the bar to order a drink. "Red wine, please." She says to the barman. He always calls her 'Lisa Loony Toon' which drives her nuts. Why not just Lisa? Or Li? Or at least something nice and cute? Luckily, this time all he says is 'coming right up'.

She sits down on a barstool, and notices a man watching her from the other end of the bar. Of course, she approaches him immediately, a bright smile on her face. "Hey, did you see my set? Or you just like the look of me?" She asks. Either way is fine with her, to be honest. She doesn't mind a compliment of any kind.

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Lisa has just finished her shift dancing at The Avenue, and changed out of her costume into normal clothes. She takes out a cigarette, but doesn't have anything to light it with. Bummer. She's about to drop it when the stranger offers her a light. A light that is somehow coming directly out of her finger. "Uh...yeah," She lights her cigarette, taking it in before speaking again. "How...how can you do that?"

Lisa thought she had seen it all since moving to NYC, but apparently not. Someone being able to conjure fire had never seemed possible to her. But she guesses it is.

OPEN.

"need a light?" and yes, she's offering her hand, a small flame lit at the end of her pointer finger.

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Lisa is frustrated. Nothing seems to be going right for her. She lets out a sigh, then a groan. Today is not a good day. "Do you ever just have one of those days when you wonder why you bother?"

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@strangeattract liked here for a starter and got Lisa!

She's just finished her shift at The Avenue. So she's on her way home. The city is bustling, as always. And that's how Lisa likes it. It's much easier to stay anonymous when surrounded by a crowd of people. And Lisa needs that. The ever-present grief from her father's death threatens to drown her. But being in NYC does help. As do her shifts at the nightclub. And of course, there's always less healthy coping mechanisms, though she's trying to cut down on those.

She continues walking home, lost in her thoughts. Until suddenly, she walks right into someone else. "Sorry," She says immediately. A frown crossing her face. "I was lost in my thoughts." A pause, a chuckle. One of the reasons the barman at The Avenue calls her 'Lisa Loony Toon' is that she is often lost in her thoughts. And she doesn't know how to stop at the moment. It's difficult.

"Are you okay?" She asks the stranger, concern in her tone and her eyes. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

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Lisa "Loony Toon" Tag Dump

a rock and roll survivor with pendulum hips (lisa roth.)

life goes on (lisa: headcanon.)

rusting wheels (lisa thoughts.)

deep brown eyes that have seen it all (lisa isms.)

take that thanks (lisa desires.)

i'm up and jaws are on the floor (lisa playlist.)

disco ball shaped music box (lisa soundtrack.)

my shattered edges glisten (lisa aesthetic.)

you've got heart and you're going your own way (lisa v1.)

the barman used to call her little lisa loony toon (lisa arc 1.)

what doesn't kill you makes you stronger (lisa arc 2.)

she's got deep brown eyes that have seen it all (c: lisa roth.)

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Lisa takes the drink and the menu with a grateful smile. When asked what brings her here, she giggles. "No date, just heard a lot about the place and decided to check it out." She looks around, approvingly, enjoying the surroundings of the bar. "Quite a place you've got here. Are you the owner?" She wonders aloud.

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"Hi gorgeous, here's your drink -" Billie places the glass in front of her. "And a menu, in case you're hungry." She leans against the bar, wiping it down with a cloth. "Then you can tell me what brings you here, and on your own too - Waiting on a date?"

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"Because it'll be fun?" Is that not enough of a reason? It is for Lisa.

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"---- Tell me again why I agreed to do this?"

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Lisa smiles as he nods. She is glad he had caught her set, as she does put a lot of work into it. She isn't always the best dancer, but she does try her best, no matter what. And it helps her. Dancing is something she truly enjoys and is one of the few things in her life she feels in control of. It's sad, perhaps, but true. Since her father's passing, dropping out of school, a lot had felt out of her control. But at least she has this: the Avenue and her dancing there. Sometimes, she misses her mother. But she can't go back. Not now. Not until she's ready. "Thank you," She says, nodding in acknowledgement of his compliments.

When he asks how long she's been here, she says: "About a year." She had first been twenty years old when she had come to the Avenue, and now she's twenty-one. She is used to the hustle and bustle of NYC now. But she can tell from his voice, his accent that he's not from the area. "What about you? What brings you here? Seeing the sights or something more interesting?" Lisa hopes it's the latter. The more interesting, the better in her opinion. But of course, he is most likely just there to play tourist. "I'm not from the city either." She had lived more in the suburbs, but lives mostly in the city now. "But I am from New York, originally." She says with a smile. "What about you?" His accent says he's from somewhere else, and Lisa would love to know all about it. She's never traveled out of the USA herself, though she would love to one day. She hopes that eventually, she will.

Lisa has no idea when or if her life will get back on track. Her father's death had devastated her. However, she does have hope. Hope that one day, she'll be able to live up to her potential again. Whatever that means for her. She does still have dreams. She'd just had to put them on hold. For how long, she doesn't know. She's taking it one day at a time. She'll know when she's ready, though. That she knows for sure.

Her eyes narrow and she points at him as the bartender hands her her red wine. "I'm guessing, English." But she could be wrong. She's no expert on accents or anything. She takes a sip of her wine, waiting for him to answer her questions and confirm whether or not her suspicion on where he's from is correct. She looks forward to learning more about him. Hopefully, he's more interesting than a typical tourist. She hopes so, anyway.

Alright, he was preferring his second dad manner to challenging him by searching how much he could mentally handle an fucked up situation without growing nuts at the second, then the elegant, pleasant, fucking terrifying manners of one man when he will not have, outside pass of his second name if it had some defensive meaning inside the landscape, safety guarantee! Maybe somewhere the entire place managed to awakening past recollections even though it was different, or somewhere his fear of the dark returned horribly, or just something within the atmosphere making him uncomfortable --- but speaking to one MIB inside this place seemed another hardship than an impression of a nice moment! Well, Mister Philip Butler didn’t have a fucking reason anymore to monitoring every one of his moves like a puppet now he was the Game Master of his little world, and accidentally, was around the ‘concurrence’ with his tutor --- otherwise to carry on another density of an education in which he will clearly complaining about sternness compared to how strictness of his father was an paradise!  It was pretty simple : already uncomfortable, he had walking inside the place, watched around, not feeling alright, having one immense moment of be scared about what the guy wanted from him, noticing there was an bar … and just be tempted to pretending he wasn’t here. How checking up straight up failure in two seconds. Yeah, his metaphoric twin wouldn’t ever thinking about drifting away all sadness into alcohol naturally, especially when he managed not to do that during decades, aware it won’t be a nice coping mechanism. Accidentally, he was proving A + B to his fucking tutor, yes; he was still an emotional wreck lying to himslf! 

Underworld part, so far, always had been handled inside the nice position he has been handled: pretending not seeing a thing, gave some permission to Sir Butler to do whatever he desired, and praying a lot not to be pulled in contribution for whatever that could be asked. He preferred a thousands of time to repeating thousands of time Hogwarts positioned as a piece for amusing that witch … than just having to do something concretely with the underworld! If it was an hardship about how much he could handle the Muggle world without feeling an immediate sentiment of non-belonging, he will lose that game pretty much far … No matter where he was looking, no obvious MIB was around, but well, knowing Philip Butler, he was possibly watching from some obscure background and would laugh at his face over his smaller resistance. It was part of the Alois education --- the one he thought he understood everything until Illusions exploded at his face, and realizing he did the feat to remain naive. The one he thought he achieved it during his previous life, hundreds of years ago, when he was applying lessons to be a good villain inside that existence, when he had the wealth, when he had the name, when he had the fucking backstory associated to it … Ah. Too bad his metaphoric twin found funny corrupting the u(U)nderworld as an hobby, right ? Well, if he was like current Anakin soul, considering Luke huge patience to wait hundreds of years for one beautiful resurrection created by circumstances, Butler was maybe excepting the same kind of accurate miracle within his soul --- reaching that same possibility (beyond to annoying paradoxes because won’t be funny otherwise if he couldn’t doing shit to his tutor for real ! He was a lame antagonist to sulking at his tutor when someone else wanted eagerly a reaction! Ah jealousy! Another moment when he disliked his mirror of illusions !  )

Since he couldn’t escape where he was, and wanted to remain anonymous as possible, he searched relaxation by watching the women dancing, meanwhile seeking where MIB could be. Playing games he knew that, but with the MIB, it was always les funny! He sensed well how Philip Butler will exploding orally his miserable being later, poor of him, why this man managed to be worse of how he already knew him? Did it have been distracted? Yes. Since focus was single thing that can appeasing him, he decided to watch carefully, and treat it like one of these travels with his tutor. Always, no map, no ‘you have to do that’, and as much he was excelling within his tutor game, he always was fear the underworld one! Whatever if he had some kind of appointment here, all he could say would be he was passing around, for once be real explanation of his presence without giving details. Eventually, he came to appreciating the exposed efforts than the intended results, and did the fat to leave poor barman without drink to command for the time being. At the end of the set, he was a bit comfortable, but well --- was scared about what exactly he was supposed to do down there, poor innocent soul he was, poor innocent ignorant who didn’t wanted to know things of the underworld !  (on the Underworld, he would take any information, but not the little one, nah ! ) . For this reason, he watched the blonde woman handling at the bar … and he really wanted to help. Maybe because his too much innocence was trying to understand if she choose that life, because well … he will not even finishing that thought. He knew even miseries inside a past life for had desired be spared of them inside his current one, and surprise! his mother resonated a trauma he had experienced he was still processing that kind of tragedy, and he knew the best emotional misery of his entire existence he picked loneliness as best solution. When she noticed him, he let her watching him back and to been approached. Confidence with the underworld always had been though the MIB: standing back in front of Butler; and receiving his approbation. Though his name description say his twin will say hi to the underworld naturally for gaining fun, he wouldn’t never currently doing such thing! He nodded almost immediately as an answer. ❝ Your set was pretty good, you did lot of efforts on it, and you’ve giving your all, it can be perceived! You’re looked well on it. ❞ He confirmed. He wasn’t a regular, and well, will have to be careful to insist over HARMLESS of his remarks. Becoming an bulldog rushing over the danger like it was another toy, some additional thousands of years will be necessary for reach this result, and close of his twenty, he couldn’t hardly imaging himself becoming that much childish even for sake of an reflection, of an name, of an miracle. He was an fearful boy more than an terrifying boy !  ❝ How long are you been here ? ❞