Open; May 12-14

[thelastjoy]

A. Caffeine Cold

A full week of a new school probably would have fried her nerves even if she wasn't still adjusting to her curse. The full moon, naturally, hadn't helped one bit. Coffee probably wouldn't help her relax, but she wasn't about to deny herself something sweet when her mood was already so sour.

So of course she trips rounding a street corner and spills the drink all over herself.

"Shit, shit, shit." Girl hops from foot to foot, trying to dislodge the icy mush from her shirt. She starts scooping it off her clothes, promptly flinging it away from her skin and, probably, right onto the poor souls passing by.

B. Into the Wolf's Lion's Den

The East End pack has far nicer digs than she's used to.

She saw some of the place on full moon, but hadn't had time for more than a quick peek around before other matter's took hold. With the night behind her, she's curious to explore; see what she'll be contending with for the foreseeable future. She's examining a broken down wall currently, running her fingers over the ragged edge of splintered stone.

"Ya'll been rough with this place," she says, though her tone is warm rather than accusing. She finds the chaos homey. "Looks like a hurricane came thrashin' through here."

C. Chalk Zone
She's not far from her apartment building, sitting cross legged in a parking lot of some run-down shops. It's well past working hours and the place is deserted. Girl's made herself comfortable, an honest to god boombox blaring loudly by her side, and a bag leaning against her back. She riffles through it every few moments, picking out new pieces of chalk.

She's drawing on the pavement, mushroom clouds and dragons mixed with lines from old rock songs. It's not very good, childish and more a mess than anything artistic. Still, she seems to be enjoying herself and the look she gives when anyone walks by says she has no plans on stopping any time soon.

D. Player's Choice; Leave your own prompt

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[thelastjoy]

She jumps a little at the sudden interruption, dropping her chalk and scrambling to keep it from rolling away. "Christ, scare the shit from someone why don't ya." The glare she's been giving to passersby softens to a smile when she realizes it's someone she sort of knows.

"Wouldn't go that far," Girl says after a few moments with a laugh, finishing off a few lines of the dragon's fire. "Just messin' around. Thought this place looked a lil' borin' and could use some color."

She leans over to run her music down, trying in vain to dust the chalk from her jeans. "What 'bout you?"

[knowntohisfriends]

He laughs, giving Girl a cheeky grin. He hadn't intended to scare her, but if he had, well, he wasn't going to try to make a big thing of it. Make the person laugh, that always made things better than any words really could.

"Lot of London's like this," he said, tilting his head back. "Gets it's colour from the people." That... was probably a bit too poetic for him. "An' from those people, the ones that are good with a spray can."

He gave a shrug, scratching the back of his neck in absent thought. "Just wanderin'. Ain't up to much, an' ain't in the hurry to get stuff to be up to."

[thelastjoy]

It is a little poetic, but she doesn't mind. It paints a nice picture of the city and it's people, makes it seem a little more alive. "Guessin' that's a hint to drop the chalk and pick up some paint."

She nods absently, looking between him and the colorful ground. "Lazy evenin', huh? Everyone can use those now and again. You usually come wanderin' these parts or are they your stompin' grounds?"

It's half leading, wondering where he's from or who he's with. She won't pry, but she'll take whatever someone is willing to offer up.

[knowntohisfriends]

"Nah. Work wiv what you like," he replies with a laugh. "Ain't my place to tell ya how to work an' do what you like, is it?"

Oh, he can tell the lead into the question and he... does what he always does. "Whole of London is my stompin' grounds. Got the city in me blood."

[thelastjoy]

"Not your place maybe," She agrees and shrugs. "But when's that ever stopped anyone from givin' an opinion?"

It tells her a whole lot of nothing, but she didn't really expect the specifics. She nods along, trying an different angle. "Are you from here, then?" He sounds it, at least, to her untrained ear.

[knowntohisfriends]

"Fair dos," he shrugged his shoulders in admittance.

Another grin. "London's me home, yeah."

[thelastjoy]

"You must know the place like the back of your hand then," she muses, fiddling with some chalk. "Lucky you. Probably know the best places 'round."

[knowntohisfriends]

"Course I do." He shrugs and looks around, before looking back at her. "So what you lookin' for?"

[thelastjoy]

She shrugs, starts putting up her supplies into her bag. "Something more interestin' than this for a Saturday night." She smiles ruefully. "Kinda lame to just be doin' this all the time when there's a whole city out there."

[knowntohisfriends]

"Well interestin' depends on what you're lookin' for," he says. "But I c'n find you places that'll make decent canvases if yer interested."

[thelastjoy]

"Don't know what I'm lookin' for half the time. Spent so much time cooped up, guess I never thought 'bout what there's out there to do." She laughs at herself, shaking her head slightly. "That would be fine enough. Sure the workers here would like it better if I was markin' up someone else's property."

[knowntohisfriends]

So much time cooped up... He actually understands that a bit, even if it's been years since it applied to him. The Dodger gives a shrug, pushing his hat back a little to scratch at his forehead.

"Now, I ain't promisin' anythin' like a magic carpet ride, but I'll show you some fun," he said, holding out his arm in an exaggerated manner. He bowed slightly. "So, m'lady?"

He always had to put on a performance.

[thelastjoy]

She scrambles to toss her things into her back, broken pieces of chalk remaining scattered on the ground. She's up in a flash, grinning widely. She loops her arm in his.

"Got enough magic goin' on everyday, don't need it for fun." And she's been warned away from near every other creature with magic. "'sides, got a feelin' your fun's a lil' different from the Disney sort."

[knowntohisfriends]

"Depends on what day it is," he says, looking about them. "Now... I reckon we're wantin' to be going this way." He points in a direction. "Keep quick."

[thelastjoy]

"What then? Every other Tuesday ya get involved with carpets and fairy dust?" She snickers, quickening her pace. "I can keep up, don't worry 'bout that. Just steer the way."

[knowntohisfriends]

"Nah," he shook his head. "Every third Thursday." There was a laugh, and then Dodger was off, jogging off in the direction he pointed. He had a talent for finding people, and finding a party? Well, that was just a special little bonus of bein' him.

[thelastjoy]

She laughs, first at the joke and then when he takes off. She stalls for a second to shake her head, feeling like she should have predicted this. Then she runs after him, trying to keep up despite having the shorter legs.

"Guessin' it's a surprise where we're headin'?" She yells after him. She's not particularly concerned whether he actually tells her or not. Even a chase is more fun that what she'd planned for the evening.

[knowntohisfriends]

"Well, seein' as how I ain't worked it out yet," the Dodger responded, "its a surprise fer both of us." He grinned, turning to face her, running backwards for a few paces as he laughed before facing the right way again. He turned right sharply, then straight for another while, and then left. Within a short time - all things considered - they near a run-down looking street, but there's music pounding from all around them. His grin widens.

"I reckon right here is where we're lookin' for."

[thelastjoy]

Again, she feels she shouldn't be surprised, and again she laughs. "Good surprise, I hope," she says breathlessly.

She stumbles around the turn, having to catch at and push off against a wall to keep on her feet. It puts her a few paces behind when they finally come to a stop, and she ends up leaning over with her hands braced against her legs to catch her breath. She's smiling though, closing her eyes a second to take in the muffled music.

"Good surprise after all. 'memebered I liked music, did ya?" She looks pleased when she straightens, already looking around for the door. "Ain't I just the lucky one to find such a guide?"

[knowntohisfriends]

He's already found a door, and gestures for Girl to hurry up. He's never really noticed his luck at this before, or maybe he has. Best not to ask, he never gives a simple or straightforward answer.

"No one knows this city like I do."

[thelastjoy]

She follows after him, crossing to the door in hurried steps. "I'm beginnin' to get that," she says, elbowing him gently. Or at least she's beginning to get that he knows the party scene better than anyone she's met in the city, a worthy skill in its own right. "Not that I ever doubted ya 'bout it, to be fair."

[knowntohisfriends]

"Well, then, good thing ye never did," he says, taking them inside to the party. Does he know who is holding this one? There's a possibility but it's not like they'll be kicked out anyway. "What's yer poison?"

[thelastjoy]

"Never would of said it out loud, anyway," she jokes, looking around the party with a sparkle in her eye. She may have lacked much of a social life back in the US, but this sort of scene felt just as much like stepping into her territory as heading into the den.

"Poison? Drinkin', right." She shrugs. She's not entirely sure that's something they'll get away with here, but he's pulled everything else off so far. "Beer or whatever. I ain't picky."

[knowntohisfriends]

The Dodger? Not get away with drinking? He would laugh at the thought. He's been drinking since he was able to reach the gin bottle on the shelf. He can't even remember how old he was then. Getting beer isn't just easy, it's laughable.

[thelastjoy]

She watches him, raising an eyebrow at his expression. "What?" She asks, a little self-conscious. "Judgin' my choice?"