look what you made me do

i don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

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Low Point || Drizella & Luiz

@diaboluiz

Drizella hated going to the Outer Ring for this. But her normal supplier wasn't returning her calls and she could practically feel her vision fading. She couldn't describe it exactly, but she knew that if she didn't get her fix soon that she would lose her temper on someone. So she set up a meeting with her back-up guy and was waiting rather impatiently for him.

When the familiar figure finally walked up to her, she scowled. "Taking your sweet time?"

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goodolenutmeg:

“Maybe you should fill me in on what’s so funny,” Meg hissed.  “Because the only joke I see is you, walking around the Outer Ring as though you weren’t a moving target.”  As much as this woman annoyed her, Meg saw a reflection of who she used to be.  She lived that life, as a First Ringer socialite from a wealthy family with the world handed to her.  It’s easy to take that all for granted.  “I’m paid just well enough to purchase my own meals.  In fact, I’d recommend you keep your wallet.  It might be the only way to keep yourself alive out here.”

“I think it’s awfully funny and almost cute how you underestimate me,” Drizella said, amusement still clear on her face. “Don’t ever take my status or even my outer appearence for granted. Just because I look amazing and have more money than your entire worth, doesn’t mean I can’t defend myself against a common thug.”

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where'd you purchase that attitude, princess? -meg

“I didn’t. It’s free. Something you wouldn’t know a thing about.”

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What or who would you lay down your life for?

“No one. Not my mother, not Anastasia, not a single person alive is worth it. Everyone I would have died for is dead.”

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Money or Love?

“Revenge.”

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So how do you plan to get even with your closest relative?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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fmk- ziggy, meg, bill

Drizella rolled her eyes. “We are really doing this? Fine. None of them are worth marrying, I guess I’d fuck Ziggy because he’s got some rage in him and that’s a decent enough distraction. Bill and Meg can die.”

ooc: she highkey wants to sleep with meg bye

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what annoys you the most?

“Every breath my mother takes.”

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❧this character is accepting questions

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mad-marcus-harris:

“Well, good,” He replied, knowing that she was being sarcastic with him. To be honest, though, he was still weirded out that she said something at all to him. This was exactly what he got for going to a science fundraiser… He should have stayed home. “He’s probably a better conversation partner.”

“Clearly." She took a sip of her drink. She didn’t think scientist really turned up at these kind of fundraisers, but Drizella would be damned if she had to sit through one of these sober. “I mean, you’re hardly trying.”

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little-illuminaughty:

“Hash isn’t exactly a lazy word, aside from maybe it’s syllable count.” He offered, slyly. “Have fun, then. I’m not a fan of the stuff. Hrm… However I like the game you’re playing.” Bill took a lazy look about the people gathered, and quietly thought of each one, “hrm… Gladstone, for one. Man has luck unlike anyone else, but he’s also a habitual gambler. Eventually it has to run out. And my other guess would be Celeste, from the Arabia company estates. Girl has no sense and perhaps is a bit too into fashion for her own good. Spends more on shoes than she does in lasting investments. Your picks?”

Originally posted by grustniygoner

“I would never let myself be simple enough to have a single word describe me,” she countered. “I suppose in a way that’s your loss. But at the same time keeping your mind sharp is your gain while everyone around you falls to pieces.” She smirked. He had good guesses, Drizella could admit that to herself. “You think Celeste is fashionable? Now that’s a cruel statement. She looks like rubbish, which means she will for certain lose her fortune to the first guy who says she’s beautiful.” She scanned the crowd again. “My biggest bet is on the Liddell family. They aren’t even the richest people here, but they are the ones who want everyone else’s approval the most. They would eat food from the floor if it pleased the Dukes.”

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cruelcouturecass:

“You would look good in anything I give you, not just because of you but because of me.” Cassandra tried not to smirk as Drizella talked about her mother. The Lady Tremaine was a cutthroat pain-in-the-ass of a woman, which Cassandra could admire, but that didn’t make her any less petty to deal with. “If you’ve got any preferences let them be known now, and I will see what I can do. Otheriwse, I will just do what I do best and you will look stunning. Guaranteed.” She raised her gaze to meet Drizella’s eyes. “So what would you like, Drizella?”

Drizella visibly relaxed a little bit. Truth be told, Cassandra wasn’t a completely vile person and she wasn’t the type to constantly kiss her mother’s ass, so she was satisfied with her response. “I want purple. This green makes me look sickly.”

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goodolenutmeg:

Meg’s smile dropped, an unamused glare replacing it.  “I don’t need your pity money, and you’re certainly pretentious enough to think I asked because I wished to offer you any assistance.”  She crossed her arms and tossed the wallet to the floor at the lady’s feet.

Drizella laughed lightly. “Ooh, did I hurt your feelings? An escort with feelings. That’s rich.” She knew she was being harsh,  her words felt laced with the venom she carried on her. “Seriously, you should take the money. Maybe get yourself real food.”

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little-illuminaughty:

Bill’s eyebrow raised high, “You’d throw me to the bore by asking your tricks to avoiding business and gossip? harsh.” he quipped back, though as she went on his bright blue eyes could only help but turn to the crowded room. “Ah, so is that your trick?” his eyes scanned those in attendance. “Do heirs count? Or only those who currently have the fortunes?”

“Harsh is a lazy way to describe me,” she said with a sigh. “Alcohol always eases the mind. Especially when people fail to do so.” Her blurry vision could only point out so much within the crowd, but she went to enough of these functions to get by. “Heirs count. Anyone could lose a fortune if they wind up dead.”

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little-illuminaughty:

“Oh?” Bill said, an eyebrow arching high as he leaned against a nearby wall close to the woman. It was a party, but of course parties such as these with the first ringers was never anything other than business. “Good, because I have zero interest in gossip. In fact, more interested in what you’re managing to work on at this party… seems every time I attempt to get something done some new person comes up and starts shooting the shit and asking what I’m working on.” He said, cheekily.

She really did hate these parties. Business was boring to her and of course this guy was interested in nothing but business. Drizella had business of her own, naturally. But she wasn’t here for that. She was here for her mother. “If you want to talk about that, then I can show you the way to the grandest bore at this party. Honestly, I would rather get drunk and debate on which one of these clowns will lose their fortunes first due to someone’s get-rich schemes. It seems that there is never enough money for anyone in this room.”

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cruelcouturecass:

“Well, if you want to look like a plastic bag, you can tell your mother to send you to another woman, but if you want to have a fitted dress then shut your mouth and take your measurements.” Cassandra sat at a stool drawing in her design book while the tailor fitted Drizella in a room at the bottom level of her building. “Trust me I have better things than to think of a shade of green that masks your personality.”

Drizella rolled her eyes. “I don’t even like green. Purple has always looked better on me.” She looked at her. “And isn’t it your job to make sure I look good? Screw my mother, you know I don’t care what she wants me to look like.”