❀ Daina,

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nadiaeadrin:

Nadia chuckled lightly at the girl’s reaction and tried to help her untangle from the piece of fabric, as best as she could with only one free hand. Once her dress was released Nadia took a step back, giving the girl some space, and waving it off. “It’s okay.” She said. “Too much hem going on here, you’re not the first to get me trapped. Guess it was a bad choice of a dress.”

        “oh my gosh--no, not at all!” she said, backtracking very quickly in a last ditch attempt to save her from her previous blunder; verbal and physical both. “your dress is beautiful! you look beautiful. everyone here looks beautiful. i mean this whole party is amazing! wait-- did i say party? i meant gala...i mean there’s not nearly enough beer kegs to make this thing a proper party am i right?” oh dear, that was not much better at all.

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helenadumas:

“I don’t know man, you hear stories of people buying torture machines from the middle ages, the oddest kind of memorabilia on online auctions…” Helena pointed out, arching an eyebrow at the girl. “There are specific auctions for people who collect Holocaust stuff, that goes pretty close to dead bodies to me.” She reasoned with a shrug.

          “well hey, at least we can take comfort in the fact that this is a charity gala and all the money here goes to help people?” daina turned her eyes back to the vast displays to antiquities and other fine luxuries. the new association with the subject of genocide suddenly made them seem less beautiful. “i really hope the guy who runs this thing is on the straight. i mean he looks like a nice dude, supports local businesses and talents. i mean he got me this gig which is probably my biggest gig ever...my only gig now that i really think about it..”

[nadiaeadrin-deactivated20180110]

Nadia was just stepping away from the food table, carrying a small plate with a little bit of everything and ready to go stuff her face with Derek, when she felt a tug and almost dropped everything to the floor. Gasping, she balanced the food in her hands and looked back startled, noticing the hem of her dress was stuck under something. Or better, someone. “Excuse me..Hi..” She tapped the person’s shoulder, smiling a bit awkwardly. “You’re kinda… stepping on my dress there.” 

[daina-kane]

         image an image of a fawn, minutes into its infancy, that was what daina was. “oh cheese sticks!” fumbling and fuzzing on the spot as she tried to release the woman’s dress from her feet, all while trying not to cease her own dress beneath her feet or spill her drink on both. “sorry,” she managed to say, after finally regaining her balance (or at least what little she had), “a room full of beautiful dresses and my two left feet aren’t really a good combination.”

[helenadumas]

“Isn’t it crazy? It’s like watching those storage auction shows.” Helena tilted her head, eyes squinting as she watched the auction unfold. “You know, I’ve always had a feeling that people will buy anything if it’s auctioned just because they like the thrill of competing over an item.” She spoke to the person standing next to her by the bar. “Put a dead body over there and you’ll see people lifting those stupid plates, biding and biding.”

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           “hmm,” daina’s brow pinched in a mask of concentrating as she tried to imagine a well dressed (somehow she could not picture a poorly dressed one) corpse as another addition to the display of auction items. “i don’t know, i think most people might draw the line at dead bodies...but then i also think how necrophilia is a thing and i’m not so sure.”

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[elizabetbennet]

Costume series ◆ The Edge of Seventeen

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kiaravasilev:

Kiara was on the lookout for a bar, wanting to have a few drinks before going back home. She’d spent most of the day with Penelope and wanted an hour to relax before she had to go back home. The brunette turned to face her, letting out a small groan when she was told she had arrived early. “Oh, I guess that’s alright. I’ll just go home a little earlier.”

        okay...not exactly the response that she was expecting. although in daina’s defence she sort of just expected the other woman to turn and leave. “um, i’m sorry miss but we haven’t even got the chairs down or the bar set up, you’ll probably just be standing around for the next half hour.”

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sephyflynn:

Persephone did enjoy her job at the strip club, it certainly paid for her bills. However, the one thing it didn’t do was allow her to make the best out of her dancing skills, worthy of being on stage. This was her reason for looking for potentially part time job, doing a dancing gig. It was something that wasn’t well publicised, so the brunette felt slightly more relaxed doing it. She had been told to get to the bar an hour before opening, so the brunette arrived ten minutes early, going through the open door. The dancer smiled at the person. “I have a meeting with the manager. My name’s Persephone.”

        “daina,” she said, for no other particular reason than to answer persephone’s introduction with her own. “willy’s the manager, although he’s probably still passed out in his office, i haven’t heard anything from upstairs since i got in. i mean, you’re more than welcome to wait. help yourself to whatever’s in the bar, all the beers are just as bad as the other. even the water tastes a little funky, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

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sebgrosvenor:

Sebastian had been eyeing the bar ever since arriving at the city. He had been to most of the places around the place so far but hadn’t made it to this place. After finishing the meetings for the day and seeing the open door, he decided to check it out. However, he was in for a shock when he saw the person on stage and the words. “Okay? The door was wide open so be careful just in case. I wouldn’t have gone after.”

        “there’s a sign out--” daina peered toward the direction of the bar’s entrance. there was no sign. “correction. there used to be a sign. but that’s probably stolen or broken like most things in this place. the broken bit...not the stealing, because that is a crime and we are a legal, non-criminal-doing establishment.” she was talking too much. oh for the love of all things living and good daina shut up! “there used to be a sign...”

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jamiewhitexoxo:

Jamie hadn’t really woken up when she decided to go back out again, fighting off her hangover by more drinking. She had gone just a little wild the night before, not even making it back to the apartment. She had just gone back to change and apply makeup before heading back off, not even checking the time. The brunette-made-blonde looked at her as she entered the building. “That really wasn’t a good move. Not open? Is it near eight or something?”

        “yeah, apparently my two left feet and i still need to have that talk about not making me out to be a disgrace to the face of coordination,” wait was she even explaining herself? the fact remained, only staff could enter the building during closed hours. “erm... i mean you’re a little early. like, two hours a little early.”

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darcearcher:

Darcy had managed to finish up at the gym earlier on, giving her thirty minutes to have a drink before needing to get back to relieve the babysitter. She had put Ava to bed and knew that Jaxon had been running around all day. He loved stories and would usually fall asleep after a few. Not paying attention to the signs, she walked through the bar, about to grab a drink when a voice from the stage spoke. “Fuck me, I’m not in Vegas anymore. I don’t think the bars there ever close.”

      dain’s brows furrowed, “that’s so weird, then how do they ever clean up after themselves?” that was so not the point right now. “i mean-- we’re a small bar, tiny bar competing against other bars, very big bars, big and flashy so we sort of need time to set up and you know, just look...nice.”

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maddiexfox:

“Ah shit,” Maddie had a rough day at work being barked at by the worst kind of bridezilla because she almost miss-order her invitation and in need a stiff drink to fix her mood. “You sure you can’t get me few tequila shots now? I’m in need for a strong drink right now,” she said to the girl telling her that they’re not open yet.

        she really shouldn’t. technically she wasn’t even allowed to let maddie stay, let alone help her to tequila shots. but then it was also maddie, and when was the last time she said no to anyone anyway? “alright, alright. but just one, i mean it maddie. my boss already hates me i don’t need to give him another reason to threaten to fire me.” she tried to jump over the counter, but as grace would not allow such a feat she was made to go through the swinging doors like a normal person. “rough day, huh?” she said, holding out the promised shot glass.

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theknightaidan:

He nodded as she reiterated his point of preferring to stay in the background. That was how Aidan had gone through most of his life and he’d always preferred it that way. “Yeah, uh, yeah, that’s basically it,” he nodded. He listened as she seemed to list out loud things she picked up on him. He couldn’t tell how to feel about someone who seemed to be committing so much to memory when a lot of it seemed unnecessary to begin with. “Uh, no. I live on my own,” he told her. “In a tiny, box of an apartment,” he said as he mimed a box with his hands. “Really tight fit, but it’s what I can afford.”

      “no judgment here superhero. i’m sharing rent with a couple of the guys from the band, the whole apartment smells like the boys’ locker room from high school and i am convinced that the wall is just a sheet of paper to divide the space because i can hear everything. and i mean everything...especially the things that i don’t want to hear.” she shuddered at the very reminder. but if there was one thing that daina and aidan had in common, she liked to think that it was their mutual understand of the sentiment beggars can’t be choosers.“i probably shouldn’t say that. that was gross. you didn’t need to know that. forget i said anything.” embarrassment. that was what the heat that crept up her ears was. searching for a hail mary of a recovery i eyes fell on an empty bottle that balanced on three legged table. “can i get you a drink or something? like a beer? or a can of soft drink? you know, if you’re not a big drinking person. you don’t seem like a big drinking person.”

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theknightaidan:

“I don’t–” he said as he held his hands up defensively, as he winced slightly, “I’m not a limelight kind of guy, so whatever works best for you, yeah,” he said with a shrug, knowing it was a stupid suggestion to begin with. Of course, it would be anyone’s first thought. “I’ll have to take your word for it,” he said with a nod. 

“Oh, well, I, uh, I dunno,” he said looking a little alarmed that she was suddenly interested in him, even if it was a shallow and polite interest that most people took. Aidan had never liked answered or even really talking about himself. He was boring at best. “I mean, that about sums me up, really. I take classes online and fix computers for money.”

     “alright, not a limelight kind of guy. i respect that.” she said noting that little nugget of information under a mental file labelled aidan. a new addition following, local kid, breaking things and putting things back together again, computer whiz and dumpster diving for old keyboards. it was an odd list in comparison to some of her other mental files but she digressed.

“online classes, huh? let me guess, something computer related? or engineering? you said you like to break things apart and see how they work.” it seemed a logical guess. “okay so we’ve got breaking things apart and putting them back together, rummaging around dumpsters for broken keyboards, computer whiz, superhero enthusiast. what about family? you know i don’t live with my parents anymore, do you still live with your parents?”

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theknightaidan:

“YouTube seems to be useful for that kind of thing,” he said. Though, she probably already knew that. Even people without any useful computer knowledge knew how to use most sites, with YouTube being the most basic of them. “I mean, you just see it a lot nowadays, anyway. Bigger audience and all that. More sober, too, I figure.” 

“I think they try to explain that away with rent control,” he said offhandedly. That wasn’t the point, though, he reminded himself. “But, uh, yeah, I mean unless you’ve got a salary job it’s not easy. I basically live in a box. But it’s not like I’m home much, so it’s alright.” 

      “yeah, you and a million other people that think they could make it as the next justin bieber on youtube.” she dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand and a crinkle of her nose. “nah, i’ve always preferred the live stuff. instant reaction, you know. to just see a guy walk in after a bad day at work light up just that little bit because of my song, no number of subscribers or likes can amount to that feeling.” more heart than head. her parents said it as if it was an inherent flaw. but that was what she was, and it simply could not be helped. 

“oh?” she said suddenly very curious of her new company. “so what else is it that you do-- besides breaking things apart and putting them back together...or rummaging around dumpsters for broken keyboards?”

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theknightaidan:

“So, what do you really want to do then? I’m assuming waitressing isn’t the height of personal achievement for you either,” he said, crossing his arms once again as his go-to stance. “Oh–oh yeah, I’m local, grew up around here and everything,” he nodded. “Yeah, I mean, like I said, I’m not much of a bar kinda guy… but, uh, yeah, I could see about stopping by every now and again,” he told her. He thought briefly he could maybe convince Maddie to come along with him, but then realized that the mess and general lack of cleanliness of the place was far away from her comfort zone and it might not be a good idea. “Do you, like, work every night or something?”

       “singing is the dream, waitressing is the reality. go figure. not a lot of places feature live singers, or in this case, one whose experience doesn’t really go beyond synagogue choir. beggars can’t really be choosers.” unless you were born into the business, knew someone in the business or is just stupid lucky, one seldom came without the other.

“yeah pretty much. i mean i call in sick somtimes, but i try not to. it would seem that renting an apartment in carlifornia when you’re in your twenties is actually really difficult and expensive-- mostly expensive, especially when you’re punching above minimum wage. apparently friends forgot to mention that part when they made rachel move in with monica.” 

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theknightaidan:

“You still live with your parents?” he asked curiously. “Is that what you’re doing now?” he asked. “Programming? That’s what your parents want you to do?” he said, thinking it was impressive for someone to be able to take a task like that on especially when they wanted to. Even for someone who did like programming, he had seen many people fail to get very far in studying it because it proved to be a lot harder than people thought it would be. “Oh, that’s good,” he said when she handed him the box and he was able to put the monitor in it to make it easier to carry. “I don’t mind the smell and I don’t live far from here anyway,” he informed her. “Was just on my way home, actually when I thought I’d dig around in the alley,” he explained. 

      “uh...no, not anymore. i moved out not that long ago actually. it’s just singing and waitressing for me now. so much for that stable career my dad was barking about.” she laughed in an attempt to dispel some of the tension that came with the old memory, but it came out awkward and forced. so daina opted to look anywhere but at aidan in a feeble attempt to cool the sudden heat that warmed her ears. 

“a local, huh? you should, you know, stop by sometime. i mean besides the mountain of junk, the beer might taste like sewage water but the burgers are pretty good. and something’s always breaking in this place, i think one of our stereos stopped working a couple of nights ago. you could do your thing, break it apart, put it back together, make a quick buck every now and again.” and then she added very quickly and with a sheepish smile, “plus it'd be sort of nice to see someone around here that’s my age and isn’t pissed drunk, you know?”