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undergrounds2016-03-19 04:33 pm
kleptofaeniac) wrote in undergrounds2016-03-19 04:33 pm
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Now she rolls with Rockerfellers (OPEN)
1. Guilty Pleasures - night
Kenzi wasn't allowed to eat the dancers. She knew that. Which was why she was pointedly avoiding them. Jean-Claude didn't say anything about clients though...but just to be careful she directed her meal covertly into the restroom. She wasn't sure if it was the mens or womens though...seeing through that haze of hungryneeditbloodwarmeateateateat that was driving her forward on the fumes in her tank. She'd gone what felt like days without drinking - when in reality it was closer to only a day.
Perks of being a newborn. You eat like you've been fasting.
Kenzi was just glad she'd found a guy who swang both ways, otherwise there was no way she could have coerced him this far. Unfortunately for him, he just thought he was getting laid tonight.
Apologies if you were enjoying the relative peace of the restroom...
2. Your favorite drinking hole - night
Why she thought this would work, Kenzi had no idea. She was currently in the alley outside a bar - she didn't know the name - puking her guts out. It was mostly just alcohol at this point, as she had been drinking like she hadn't had one in a month.
Which was mostly true. It was close to a month since she'd been turned.
She was craving a drink. Not blood - well not in the same way - but alcohol. Vodka, whiskey, wine, whatever she could have she wanted and did in the very bar she was bent over next to now.
The taste had been horrible, but she drank it all anyways. Alcohol wasn't supposed to taste good. But it was the feeling she wanted from it.
And it was that very same feeling she was heaving up now.
3. Portobello Road Street Fair - day
Some things never change, though, and Kenzi was in her customary booth on Portobello still working her gypsy fortune teller cliche look and accent - just with a new piece of jewelry to keep her from burning alive in what little sun was shining today.
She looks...slightly more miserable than usual though. Because she can't just stop the witch aspects of her stall, that would ruin everything about this. So being surrounded by her old life and the reminders that she'll never be able to do magic again stings more than she thought it would.
At least she was never actually trying with the tarot cards in the first place?
4. WILDCARD
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Kenzi wasn't allowed to eat the dancers. She knew that. Which was why she was pointedly avoiding them. Jean-Claude didn't say anything about clients though...but just to be careful she directed her meal covertly into the restroom. She wasn't sure if it was the mens or womens though...seeing through that haze of hungryneeditbloodwarmeateateateat that was driving her forward on the fumes in her tank. She'd gone what felt like days without drinking - when in reality it was closer to only a day.
Perks of being a newborn. You eat like you've been fasting.
Kenzi was just glad she'd found a guy who swang both ways, otherwise there was no way she could have coerced him this far. Unfortunately for him, he just thought he was getting laid tonight.
Apologies if you were enjoying the relative peace of the restroom...
2. Your favorite drinking hole - night
Why she thought this would work, Kenzi had no idea. She was currently in the alley outside a bar - she didn't know the name - puking her guts out. It was mostly just alcohol at this point, as she had been drinking like she hadn't had one in a month.
Which was mostly true. It was close to a month since she'd been turned.
She was craving a drink. Not blood - well not in the same way - but alcohol. Vodka, whiskey, wine, whatever she could have she wanted and did in the very bar she was bent over next to now.
The taste had been horrible, but she drank it all anyways. Alcohol wasn't supposed to taste good. But it was the feeling she wanted from it.
And it was that very same feeling she was heaving up now.
3. Portobello Road Street Fair - day
Some things never change, though, and Kenzi was in her customary booth on Portobello still working her gypsy fortune teller cliche look and accent - just with a new piece of jewelry to keep her from burning alive in what little sun was shining today.
She looks...slightly more miserable than usual though. Because she can't just stop the witch aspects of her stall, that would ruin everything about this. So being surrounded by her old life and the reminders that she'll never be able to do magic again stings more than she thought it would.
At least she was never actually trying with the tarot cards in the first place?
4. WILDCARD
If you want to come up with something with me, ping me on
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"What would you like to know? There are many different spreads."
Her accent is thick and more than likely put on, but it is a very studied Russian (specifically St. Petersburg) dialect and she does a bit of shuffling flair as she waits for Gaby's answer.
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"Doesn't everyone want the same? Find out how successful their career is, or their romantic life... both." She shrugs; entertain her.
Before that, though... Gaby raises one elegantly-shaped eyebrow as she listens to Kenzi's voice. "That is a very good Russian accent. Have you studied it... or is it your homeland?"
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"Girls gotta eat," she works out thickly and begins dealing out a celtic cross when Gaby shrugs - hey if she doesn't want to actually pick, it's no skin off Kenzi's back. In fact it makes her job easier.
At Gaby's observant ear, Kenzi's back straightens noticeably - being caught in her lie was something you never wanted so she simply smiled tersely at her and continued dealing the cards.
"It was home."
She hopes that's enough to satisfy her customer.
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It is as easy to notice the way Kenzi doesn't seem to want to speak of the origin of her accent as it was to notice the accent itself; but Gaby isn't here to alarm her, or question her. She hums and nods.
"I used to have a home somewhere else, too. Not in this country."
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Kenzi observes as an aside, as she finishes dealing a cross of cards.
Setting the deck aside, she looks up at Gaby to verify:
"General future, yes?"
As she flips over the cards, Kenzi is more than slightly miffed to see them all appear as major court carts and all upside down - upright to Gaby instead. Usually, with her reads, that means the negative interpretation of the card but since she wants to actually keep her money, Kenzi tries to remember the positive of each one and lie. A lot.
"At the moment, you are doing well. Living well enough and certainly better than it used to be. And things will only continue to get better, especially immediately. However you may need to be frugal later in life, as money or opportunities will be tight.
The outcome of all of this, however, is a life full of love and happiness."
Look at that. So vague and general.