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undergrounds2015-06-07 12:01 am
kleptofaeniac) wrote in undergrounds2015-06-07 12:01 am
Street where the riches of ages are sold (OPEN)
A: Barnet
B: Portobello Road - Friday
C: Late Night Munchies
D: W-W-WILDCARD!!
Kenzi and Jennifer weren't friends by any stretch of the word. Acquaintances was a closer definition but even then, they didn't run in the same circles. The only reason she even knew Jennifer was the girl found dead in Barnet was she might... be following police intel. For a friend.
It was weird for her to be doing something that wasn't outright for her own self interest but it was shockingly helpful. After all, once she heard the description of the Jane Doe it was only a matter of time before her research and connections (however small they might be) told her one thing.
Jennifer - a Circle Midnight witch - was dead, killed by someone invested in the Redbright takeover in Barnet. Kenzi hoped that nobody from Circle Daybreak, The Night Council, or any vampires would go where Jennifer lived and take things. She didn't think they'd be that stupid - or that smart.
So Kenzi went in the morning, when everyone was headed to work and acted as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Confidence would get you access to more things than fake badges. But she had one of those too just in case.
It would be a tough sell, though. Considering she was wearing stiletto leather boots that went all the way up to her thighs, and had green threaded through her very black hair. Not a cop, by any stretch.
But that didn't stop her from breaking the seal of tape and touching her little wooden key-chain to the door. There was the tell-tale click of locks being undone, by the sound of how many there were - it seemed like Jennifer either had something pretty valuable inside or was super paranoid.
Well, she did get murdered after all. Maybe she wasn't so paranoid.
Kenzi spends a good portion of her time frame that she allowed herself roaming around the apartment and stuffing things she wants into her backpack. Hey, Jennifer wasn't going to be using them anymore. Might as well make sure they stayed out of Redbright's hands in the meantime. A few books for magic, almost all her jewelry and her little black contact book that had all the phone numbers a witch could ask for.
Maybe there was something important in there?
Kenzi is leaving the apartment with her backpack filled to the brim and going straight for her car.
B: Portobello Road - Friday
It was a cheap gimmick, and something that usually only got the stupid people and tourists interested - but that was what she wanted. It was easy to fleece someone who was too busy listening to what she was saying about how fascinating their life line was to notice her lifting their watch or hand jewelry. And it didn't hurt that she asked for 16 quid before even speaking to them.
"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be shy. Come, see what the future has in store for you and your loved ones!"
She had a little stall on the market road, something her cousin had hooked her up with. It was all decked out in exactly what you would expect from a Russian fortune teller, except she was about fifty years too young to make it especially hokey.
Kenzi was dressed like a hippy. Not a scrap of black on her, and her make-up was done so as to look as natural and flower-child-y as possible. To top it off, she was wearing an ashy blonde wig with some stuff woven into the hair.
She might also be selling knockoff charms to normal people. They're in the approximation of the real charms that she makes, but they're completely useless. Still, a witch or someone who knows her work might recognize them.
C: Late Night Munchies
There was a plus to living in London. There was always something open and ready to serve you greasy, disgusting food. Which was exactly what Kenzi wanted late at night after working in her shop all day long. She might just be making Day and Moonlight Jewelry and other little charms and sundry items that she sells to people who want them, but she is only one witch. And that means constantly flexing her magical muscles for a whole day makes her exhausted, and starving too.
She's sitting inside a little pizza place, whose front of house is so small they only have room for a counter to order at and chairs along the walls and front windows to sit at while you wait for your food.
Kenzi is dicking around on her phone when suddenly, her nose starts to bleed. Yet another lovely side affect of not having a coven.
D: W-W-WILDCARD!!
Make your own up if you feel up to it!
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[She says it just as easily as breathing. And means it. Which seems a little rare for Kenzi these days. She doesn't have many friends she can be herself around. Especially not in London.
It was good to have Nancy.]
We doing nails tonight?
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Bright neon pink for you, yeah?
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[Kenzi shimmied her legs underneath her and dipped her nose into her glass to drink. Girls nights were officially the best.]
What'd you get for you? Something sparkly?
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[She laughed, drinking more]
Sparkly, yeah, red to black changing polish. It looks brilliant on, I bet.
But first! What say we start in on this pizza before it gets cold?
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The reminder of pizza has her leaping off the couch and going to the counter where the pizza is still resting.]
Oh yeah! Pepperoni's okay, right?
[And with that her first glass of wine is finished. They'll probably be going through Nancy's home supply by the end of the movie.]
I mean, I'll bite the bullet and eat yours if you want me to. Because I love you.
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[She laughs, finishing off her own glass of wine and handing it to Kenzi. She knows what to do with that. Read: more wine.]
No, I need the pizza. But we'll see. Some of us don't have your killer metabolism. [Which just meant that Nancy would spend more time running. Fine with her, she liked exploring and people watching as she did so.
While Kenzi got the wine, she flipped open the pizza box and began looking for the movie.] Hey, bring the box over. [They could keep it cold. Magic was awesome.]
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[Kenzi does an abrupt about face and retrieves the wine with an efficiency that was rare when Kenzi was involved.
Onto the counter it went, and before they could cast a spell to chill it, she got herself another full glass.]
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[She points at the wine. Pour up, Kenz. Nancy's moving on to the pizza already.]
This is so good.
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It isn't so much that she thinks Nancy will steal all her food, more that .... yeah that's exactly what her brain is telling her. Kenzi might be five years out from eating garbage and dumpster diving, but it isn't as if that mentality is easy to forget.
Kenzi ends up inhaling a whole piece before taking a second to clap with happiness because pizza.]
Oh mah gohd.
[Talking with your mouth full is soooo classy Kenz.]
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As it turns out, box wine pairs perfectly with pepperoni pizza, and Nancy's half-way through her first slice when Kenzi starts in on her second. Dabbing at her mouth, she giggles.] So bloody good!
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[She's only asking because she ran into him a few days ago and hadn't made it a priority to apologize to him. Not that she was ever going to in the first place.]
Was he a total assbiscut?
[Like she thinks he would be.]
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He's just fine- I spoke with him about everything . It's just Derek upset him somewhat.
[She sighs and takes a large drink of her wine.]
Y'know, I really thought you two were going to get along. He's a sweet boy, really, just eager.
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[IT IS NOW.
Kenzi frowns in moderate sympathy. Derek is a pretty scary dude. When Kenzi first met him she almost peed herself. Almost. She follows suit with the wine and is choking some down in her rush to respond.]
Eager's a word for it.
[Eager like a horny ferret.]
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[And thought they were dating.] Besides, Juliet likes him.
[She takes a drink of wine to punctate this sentence before she sets the glass down.]
Fuck it. Tequila shots?
i think i might be overusing this icon
[She says it as if it's an executive order and slaps her palm onto the surface of the counter near them before finishing off her new glass. Their tolerance combined would kill several normal people. Tequila would help.]
And I'll be sure to make a note of that for Romeo.
[That's Stiles new nickname for the next five seconds.]
NEVER
The nickname gets her to wrinkle her nose.] Oh Kenz- you're awful.
[The shots are poured, and she hands one over.]
OH GOOD
I know.
[Why, she almost seems proud of it! Kenzi takes her shot glass and smiles.]
Should we toast?
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[Licking the purlicue, she sprinkled salt there before taking a slice of limb in that hand, and tequila shot in the other.]
To the ridiculous things that come out of your mouth. Now you come up with one.
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Take what you can, give nothing back.
[Yes she is absolutely copying Pirates of the Caribbean.]
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Fuck wine, I really think I need to finish this bottle of tequila tonight. It goes bad, after you open it, Fagin always said.
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[Kenzi can't help laughing before she downs the shot, but it means she's inhaling as she does so and she ends up coughing hard.
It's hilarious, because she drinks like a fish so really she shouldn't have this problem but like anything else - you inhale wrong and you feel like you're going to die.]
Oh my god!
[She ends up giggling like a teenager when the coughing clears.]
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[Both glasses are filled again, and she's already raising the second.]
It's what he always said! Bloody bastard, just wanted to get me drunk. [Okay, so she's going to take this shot on her own. She needs to, after that.]