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undergrounds2016-01-17 06:36 pm
kleptofaeniac) wrote in undergrounds2016-01-17 06:36 pm
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Knowing when it's time to leave the table (CATCH-ALL)
(OPEN)
God it was slow today. She hadn't had a street fair go this badly in like... six months. There were always some dumb tourists looking to buy her garbage, but right now? She had a very barren deposit box and a lot of garbage that needed selling.
Kenzi was considering even taking off her wig she was that bored. She knew when she was thinking about not going method - that was when she was having a shit day. Her fingers idly flip through her tarot deck as she watches the crowd pass by her stall without any interest. Eventually...she starts looking at the deck and wonders what her own spread would be.
Kenzi has never - not once - read for herself. Either she's too freaked out by it or doesn't believe in it (the latter is far more likely). But right now...
"Fuck it," she grumbles and leans forward to start shuffling the deck. She has nothing better to do right now.
Kenzi does a three card spread. Recent past, present and future soon to come. It's one of her aunts old standbys and she knows it well enough.
As she turns over the cards, she likes less and less what she sees.
Four of Pentacles. Reversed.
The Chariot. Reversed.
And for the future...
Death. Upright.
"What the fuck?"
Is shakily whispered. Her typical fake accent is gone.
(OPEN)
The problem with having all your business taken away was that it meant you worked twice as hard. The irony was not lost on Kenzi. And she was trying to keep up with winning back the sheer volume of people who didn't want anything to do with her after Norrell got ahold of her and all her crap, but that was far easier said than done.
A month ago, Kenzi would have laughed in your face if you told her she'd be this far up shit creek.
Now she was just keen to stuff her face with pizza and drink her feelings away. Which, unfortunately, meant going out and getting food herself.
Instead of just getting it to go, Kenzi is relegating herself to doing this in public because it means less work right now. One large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and tears. Well, not really. Vodka would be more accurate.
"This is my life."
Eating pizza at two in the morning and drinking more than anyone with a still-functioning liver had any right to.
(For Nancy)
Kenzi smacked her open palm against Nancy's door, listing to the right as she did. She hadn't been this drunk in ages, but then again - her life hasn't been this shit in ages either. She needed a friend. And she needed one bad. Someone to complain to and pet her head. Someone she could trust to stay by her side unlike some horrible bodyguards who will not be mentioned.
"Nancy! Nancy fo-fampsy! Open door!"
She didn't hear the whine in her voice. Not well at least. Kenzi could handle her liquor and thought she was just fine right now.
She was very. Very. Wrong.
(For Jean-Claude & Nancy)
This was it. The End.
Kenzi couldn't tell you what happened or how... not right now at least. All she knew was that she was bleeding. A lot. Later, if she lived, she would be able to tell you that some guy (she never even got to see his face) grabbed her from behind and told her to 'stop poking her little witch nose into things she should' and then... pain slicing through her back and her neck. Too hot and blistering her senses, she fell to the ground practically crippled and in shock.
She couldn't be dying. Not like this. Who would hold Nancy's hair back when she need to hurl?
But she is... and in the back of her mind, behind the pain, she knows it. And it's terrifying enough to get her to croak out in a breathless, weak voice:
"Help...please, someone..."
She doesn't care if she sounds pathetic - it doesn't even factor into this. Right now, survival is all she cares about.
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God it was slow today. She hadn't had a street fair go this badly in like... six months. There were always some dumb tourists looking to buy her garbage, but right now? She had a very barren deposit box and a lot of garbage that needed selling.
Kenzi was considering even taking off her wig she was that bored. She knew when she was thinking about not going method - that was when she was having a shit day. Her fingers idly flip through her tarot deck as she watches the crowd pass by her stall without any interest. Eventually...she starts looking at the deck and wonders what her own spread would be.
Kenzi has never - not once - read for herself. Either she's too freaked out by it or doesn't believe in it (the latter is far more likely). But right now...
"Fuck it," she grumbles and leans forward to start shuffling the deck. She has nothing better to do right now.
Kenzi does a three card spread. Recent past, present and future soon to come. It's one of her aunts old standbys and she knows it well enough.
As she turns over the cards, she likes less and less what she sees.
Four of Pentacles. Reversed.
The Chariot. Reversed.
And for the future...
Death. Upright.
"What the fuck?"
Is shakily whispered. Her typical fake accent is gone.
(OPEN)
The problem with having all your business taken away was that it meant you worked twice as hard. The irony was not lost on Kenzi. And she was trying to keep up with winning back the sheer volume of people who didn't want anything to do with her after Norrell got ahold of her and all her crap, but that was far easier said than done.
A month ago, Kenzi would have laughed in your face if you told her she'd be this far up shit creek.
Now she was just keen to stuff her face with pizza and drink her feelings away. Which, unfortunately, meant going out and getting food herself.
Instead of just getting it to go, Kenzi is relegating herself to doing this in public because it means less work right now. One large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and tears. Well, not really. Vodka would be more accurate.
"This is my life."
Eating pizza at two in the morning and drinking more than anyone with a still-functioning liver had any right to.
(For Nancy)
Kenzi smacked her open palm against Nancy's door, listing to the right as she did. She hadn't been this drunk in ages, but then again - her life hasn't been this shit in ages either. She needed a friend. And she needed one bad. Someone to complain to and pet her head. Someone she could trust to stay by her side unlike some horrible bodyguards who will not be mentioned.
"Nancy! Nancy fo-fampsy! Open door!"
She didn't hear the whine in her voice. Not well at least. Kenzi could handle her liquor and thought she was just fine right now.
She was very. Very. Wrong.
(For Jean-Claude & Nancy)
This was it. The End.
Kenzi couldn't tell you what happened or how... not right now at least. All she knew was that she was bleeding. A lot. Later, if she lived, she would be able to tell you that some guy (she never even got to see his face) grabbed her from behind and told her to 'stop poking her little witch nose into things she should' and then... pain slicing through her back and her neck. Too hot and blistering her senses, she fell to the ground practically crippled and in shock.
She couldn't be dying. Not like this. Who would hold Nancy's hair back when she need to hurl?
But she is... and in the back of her mind, behind the pain, she knows it. And it's terrifying enough to get her to croak out in a breathless, weak voice:
"Help...please, someone..."
She doesn't care if she sounds pathetic - it doesn't even factor into this. Right now, survival is all she cares about.
WILDCARD
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Kenzi was out of it, to be sure but she could hear Nancy freaking the fuck out and beyond the fact that she was dying and bleeding all over everything she could only really register that Nancy was upset. So it was clearly her job to fix it.
"Nan, babe. Chill."
Okay, maybe not the best talk-down in the world. Kenzi's hand twitched feebly in Nancy's grip and her smile was watery as she tried to speak clearly.
"JC over here is helpin'. Pinky promise."
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"You need to stop," he says, as gently as he can because he does understand the fact that her friend is dying, and he is sorry about it. He isn't responsible, at least. Small blessings. "The change has begun even now." He glances down at Kenzi before back up at Nancy before pointedly adding, "It is what she wanted." He could have easily just left to let her die by herself out there, after all.
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"No." Nancy shakes her head, looking past Kenzi now to Jean-Claude. Still clutching one of Kenzi's hands, she repeated herself: "No." Because it couldn't be true. He couldn't have. Kenzi couldn't have been-
Kenzi was dying. Kenzi had to die. She had to die so that she could complete the transformation. Nancy closed her eyes with a small whimper as the full extent of Jean-Claude's words hit her. "Oh god, oh god," she whispered, a hand on her chest, leaving a bloody handprint on skin and fabric alike.
"Kenzi- you-" she turns back to Jean-Claude. "You! This can't-" she couldn't turn. She couldn't leave Shadow Coven and become something else. She knew what vampires could do to a person. Especially a newborn vampire whom had no control over their thirst when they craved-
"no."
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Kenzi thinks Nancy is mad at her - rather, she knows Nancy is mad at her. Why else would she be so upset? Kenzi is too out of it to realize it's because she's going to be gone soon.
But she'll be back. Not quite herself.
"I had a choice...," she's quiet for a moment before it gets a little harder to breath and she coughs, tasting copper. It's blood and she doesn't realize there are flecks of it coating her chin now, mixing with what Jean-Claude gave her.
She was choosing to live.
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He lets out a sigh, glancing down at Kenzi before back up at Nancy in turn. "She asked me to bring her here. It is what she wanted." He hopes that Nancy will at least appreciate that, if nothing else.
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Still, she heard his words.
Kenzi had wanted to spend her last moments... her last human moments with her. She was about to send Jean-Claude out when she remembered: Kenzi would be thirsty when she returned. And wouldn't be able to control herself. He had to stay, to keep her safe.
Nancy was trusting this stranger and a newborn vampire with her life, because Kenzi wouldn't fully ever be Kenzi again.
"Oh god oh god oh god," she whimpered, turning her full attention to her friend, to stroking her pale, cold cheeks. "I'm here, love. There's- hush. Nothing to be sorry for." She blinked, what would have been tonight's mascara trailing down her cheeks. She clutched one of her hands as tightly as she could. "I'm here, Kenzi. I'm not mad. I'm not mad."