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Sofia "Skip" Hughes ([personal profile] wolfmarked) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-11-30 09:09 pm

Wings (December catch-all)

Mama told me not to waste my life
Department store, Havering, December 5th

"I fuckin' hate winter."

Skip isn't directing the comment at anyone in particular, no, but she isn't keeping the thought to herself, either. Every so often, she pulls out a hanger, examines the piece of clothing... then puts it back. She sighs, flicking through a few more.

"Is it impossible to find something cute this season?"

At an end cap, she finds stockings. Thigh high, decently thick. And in a few different colours.

"See, this is what I'm talkin' about," she says, cheerfully.


Don't let what they say keep you up at night
Jolly Roger, all December

"C'mon, c'mon, break it up."

Her voice was easy enough as she stepped around the bar, waving off the two who were about to start going at it. There was always something, but, well, around the holidays it wasn't hard to wave off people by reminding them about their families. After all, she wanted to get through this with as little drama as possible. Everyone had a little more to deal with around this time of year, so she could try to lessen it.

And, then, she looked up when someone came in.

An easy smile, a push of her hair -- just a single strand that had come loose -- and a remark. "C'mon in. Grab a seat, an' I'll get you a drink."


Then they can walk on by
Southwark, mid December

Every day of classes before exams, Skip can be found at a coffee shop down the street from the University of Art. More than once, she has a portfolio and pictures spread out on an inside table, choosing them carefully, as well as the order to put them in.

Every afternoon after exams, Skip goes to a little diner she knows for a cup of soup. Just a little something to keep out the chill. Her book bag goes down every time with a thump, and she always sits at the counter, usually without asking if the seat is taken or not.


And I can't hear a sound
for Nancy, December 14th

Meeting with Nancy wasn't an unusual thing. After all, a regular at a bar -- both front and back room -- and a waitress who now got to moonlight as a bartender would know each other. And two girls like them? Well. Skip liked having someone to hang out with. They both got it.

Today, she smiled as she came into the restaurant. Her treat, she'd promised Nancy. It was a decent place. Nothing too upscale but somewhere nice and cozy for them to talk.

"First things first." She produces a small little box, done up in green wrapping paper with a red bow. "Happy Christmas."

But it was Skip. Just doing something nice... wasn't her style, even if she didn't mean for it to be like that.

"Now. Mind if I ask a little favour? I'm looking for a Christmas gift for someone."


Walk, walk on over there
North Pole, December 19th

She isn't going home for Christmas. Skip decided that long ago, and her father made it official this morning. It's safer for her to have her 'flat' at her aunt's place than to be in the house with her father and brothers for Christmas.

So she gets to spend Christmas basically alone. At least she has Christmas Eve plans, even if she hasn't made the person they're with aware.

But that's a week away. Which is why she's at the North Pole tonight.

She has high red stockings on with white heels. Unremarkably, her skirt is short but full, red and trimmed with white fur. Her shirt has long sleeves, but it's also red and trimmed at the cuffs and collar with white fur. It's entirely sheer, and her shirt underneath is white and a corset top, complete with red lace sleeves just off her shoulders.

When she drinks, she doesn't sit, instead just leaning against the bar. When she dances, she's always looking for a partner. Anyone who looks like they might be playing wallflower is fair game to be pulled into the fray.


Your words don't mean a thing
Birkbeck Tavern, December 26th

"Oh, God damn it! You gotta be blind! What the fuck kinda call was that?"

Boxing Day means one thing-- sports.

Specifically rugby, for Skip. She's got a Munster match on one of the pub TVs. For some reason, no one wanted to argue with her when she started demanding it, getting in her one opponent's face even though he was twice her size. Since then, she's gotten quite a few people pulled into it. Though they've got plenty of other games to be interested in.

"That's what I'm talkin' about! Oh, c'mon! Don' just let him--"

Then, on a shot of one of the players, she grins to herself and takes a drink of the pint in front of her.

"Fuck. Still way too hot."

[personal profile] protagonized 2015-12-09 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Simon smiles and takes a sip of his cocoa. "The feeling's mutual."

He takes a seat next to her, stretching his long legs. He's missed being around her. She's more excitement than he can usually handle, and yet he feels calmer around her. Possibly because she's the only girl he hasn't had to lie to before.

They're both freaks. And that's refreshing.

"I'm trying to clear my head. My dissertation's turning into a clusterfuck and I have to get so much more done before we're off for Christmas that I don't know how I'll manage. How's Uni treating you?"

[personal profile] protagonized 2015-12-12 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm twenty-two," Simon points out, "so not really. Just finishing up with my degree is all. I'm studying biology and bio-medical engineering at University College London."

He has the good sense not to point out that he is, in fact, actually a genius. He has the MENSA membership to prove it.

[personal profile] protagonized 2015-12-14 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
That is a very good question.

"I have no idea, actually," Simon admits honestly.

"Originally I got into it because I thought my, er, condition was something that could be cured. I wanted to be normal. But that's pretty much out the window, so now I don't really know what I plan to do after I graduate. Work in a lab somewhere, I suppose."

[personal profile] protagonized 2015-12-28 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Simon laughs. "I am boring," he agrees. "If it weren't for my rather unique, er, affinity with animals, I'd be the most boring person in the whole city."

He gives her a sly grin. "But I don't mind having a bit of fun now and again. What are your plans for Christmas? Are you staying here or going back to Ireland to see family?"

[personal profile] protagonized 2015-12-29 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I hadn't realized that." A full moon on Christmas. That would certainly ruin a fair few holidays. Simon frowned. "I'm sorry to hear it. But if you--and your friend, of course--get tired of partying, you can come by my parents' house for a rousing vegetarian version of a Sunday roast. Mum's actually a decent cook when she puts her mind to it and you'll be far more interesting than my aunts and cousins."

[personal profile] protagonized 2016-01-01 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
The tips of Simon's ears flush pink, and it's not from the cold. "Or we could just skip that part," he says quickly. "We could go back to my flat and watch Netflix or Amazon Prime or something. My housemate's done the whole place up in ivy and mistletoe. It's absolutely hideous, but the thought was there."