Kenzi needed a touch up and decided the best place to do that would be the converted classroom. The bathroom was just too busy, as always. Not that she could judge at all on that. She'd decided to take a seat in one of the bean bags and fumbled through her purse for her mascara and lip liner before making the few re-adjustments she wanted.
And then she found out why girls wearing six inch heels didn't sit in bean bags. Like, ever. Because she couldn't fucking move.
Kenzi struggled to roll out of the bean bag's black hole like bean bagginess. But it was not working. At all.
After fidgeting and trying to climb out of the hole she had made for herself until she was out of breath, Kenzi finally surrendered her pride (as if she had any left) and shouted for help, flailing all the while.
"I'm stuck! Help!"
Chill out Area v. 2:
Kenzi isn't stupid enough to go around dealing and hooking people up with trinkets and charms in the very school run by the one person who hates her type the most. And the one person who owns the very party she is crashing - well, not technically, she does have an invitation. Just...well, Kenzi doesn't think she would have gotten that invite if anyone knew she was part of Circle Midnight.
Which is something she will try to keep quiet. But you can't make a profit without getting your name out there. Kenzi is, instead of selling merch, handing out business cards.
There was no name, no address. Just a London telephone number and a simple blurb:
Sundries, Spells and Solutions
Kenzi liked alliteration, what could she say?
Assembly Hall:
Kenzi hides her combined alarm and exasperation at Sylvia's announcement - it wasn't expected, but it wasn't surprising either. The woman had power, and she was technically the mother of All witches.
Not everyone liked their mom, though.
As Sylvia finished up, Kenzi parted people around her like a bullet going through butter, cutting straight to the bar Sylvia had just mentioned. This takeover of hers could be bad for business.
Chessboard:
Kenzi might have had a few drinks. Or ten. It's hard to tell. She's Russian and has the tolerance to prove it. Regardless of how drunk she might be, Kenzi has stopped doing business and has found the giant chessboard.
After marveling at the warlock chess in front of her like in Henry Clay and the Wizard's Pebble, Kenzi locked eyes on the person on the other side and smiled like she has some kind of secret. Maybe blackmail, who knows, and, in a very robotic voice said:
"Shall we play a game?"
She watched a lot of 80's movies, so sue her.
Marquee:
After Sylvia Redbright dropped her figurative bomb, Kenzi made a beeline to the bar and sat down on the first empty stool she could find, regardless if it belong to someone before she got there.
"Vodka, straight."
What a night.
Closed for Derek
Kenzi showed up fashionably late, as usual, about fifteen minutes before the address to the party by Sylvia. Before venturing off into the party she turned to speak to her 'plus one'.
"Don't bite anyone's face off if they talk to you, okay? People know we're here together."
"I mean not...together together. That'd be like going on a date with a wall."
Kenzi snorts and rolls her eyes at the idea. Unfortunately for her, the image - while amusing - is ruined as her eye-roll ends in the general direction of Derek's face. Which makes her smile drop instantly as she tries to backpedal as quickly as possible.
"A very....scowly, tall... wall."
She can hear how badly she's trying to take that back.
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Kenzi needed a touch up and decided the best place to do that would be the converted classroom. The bathroom was just too busy, as always. Not that she could judge at all on that. She'd decided to take a seat in one of the bean bags and fumbled through her purse for her mascara and lip liner before making the few re-adjustments she wanted.
And then she found out why girls wearing six inch heels didn't sit in bean bags. Like, ever. Because she couldn't fucking move.
Kenzi struggled to roll out of the bean bag's black hole like bean bagginess. But it was not working. At all.
After fidgeting and trying to climb out of the hole she had made for herself until she was out of breath, Kenzi finally surrendered her pride (as if she had any left) and shouted for help, flailing all the while.
"I'm stuck! Help!"
Chill out Area v. 2:
Kenzi isn't stupid enough to go around dealing and hooking people up with trinkets and charms in the very school run by the one person who hates her type the most. And the one person who owns the very party she is crashing - well, not technically, she does have an invitation. Just...well, Kenzi doesn't think she would have gotten that invite if anyone knew she was part of Circle Midnight.
Which is something she will try to keep quiet. But you can't make a profit without getting your name out there. Kenzi is, instead of selling merch, handing out business cards.
There was no name, no address. Just a London telephone number and a simple blurb:
Sundries, Spells and Solutions
Kenzi liked alliteration, what could she say?
Assembly Hall:
Kenzi hides her combined alarm and exasperation at Sylvia's announcement - it wasn't expected, but it wasn't surprising either. The woman had power, and she was technically the mother of All witches.
Not everyone liked their mom, though.
As Sylvia finished up, Kenzi parted people around her like a bullet going through butter, cutting straight to the bar Sylvia had just mentioned. This takeover of hers could be bad for business.
Chessboard:
Kenzi might have had a few drinks. Or ten. It's hard to tell. She's Russian and has the tolerance to prove it. Regardless of how drunk she might be, Kenzi has stopped doing business and has found the giant chessboard.
After marveling at the warlock chess in front of her like in Henry Clay and the Wizard's Pebble, Kenzi locked eyes on the person on the other side and smiled like she has some kind of secret. Maybe blackmail, who knows, and, in a very robotic voice said:
"Shall we play a game?"
She watched a lot of 80's movies, so sue her.
Marquee:
After Sylvia Redbright dropped her figurative bomb, Kenzi made a beeline to the bar and sat down on the first empty stool she could find, regardless if it belong to someone before she got there.
"Vodka, straight."
What a night.
Closed for Derek
Kenzi showed up fashionably late, as usual, about fifteen minutes before the address to the party by Sylvia. Before venturing off into the party she turned to speak to her 'plus one'.
"Don't bite anyone's face off if they talk to you, okay? People know we're here together."
"I mean not...together together. That'd be like going on a date with a wall."
Kenzi snorts and rolls her eyes at the idea. Unfortunately for her, the image - while amusing - is ruined as her eye-roll ends in the general direction of Derek's face. Which makes her smile drop instantly as she tries to backpedal as quickly as possible.
"A very....scowly, tall... wall."
She can hear how badly she's trying to take that back.