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Panty has a collection of mugshots that have been taken of her in the same fashion of Paris Hilston and Lindsay Lohan
varcn:
by now, he didn’t even notice the foul language that she was using. it matched his own. that same boldness that characterized him was part of the reason he had decided to come along. it was something new, something different from the usual, & well… it was nice to have someone to spend the night with & get him out of his head, even if it was just for a moment.
he would go along with whatever she threw his way if it meant being busy. his steps carried him to where she had planned to spend the night ( though, the brunet had the suspicion she would leave even before sunrise ), & took a good look at it. nothing too fancy, but better than some of the motels he had stayed at while travelling. varon couldn’t really complain about shitty bed when for so long, he didn’t have one. so, when she commented on its rundown appearance, he had to laugh. apparently his standards were really low if all he could think about was ‘not bad’.
“hey, we ain’t here for the decor, right? doesn’t really matter if the bed is shit either. it’s not like we need it.” he added. a lazy smile on his lips while eyes were only open a halfway through. maybe it was best they got over with it before he became restless. “c’mon, princess. lead the way.”
On the inside, the sight of obnoxious colors on the range of erotic pinks and reds littered the walls and the furniture, dim neon lights on the ceiling and the strong smell of alcohol mixed with aromatic scents, a rather tacky, cheap place. Although a (disgraced) socialite of her caliber was a little bit more concious on the differences between high-class and commoner-class, for better or worse, Panty was more than fine with the least expensive option between those two, because for all the things she was a complete spoiled bitch about, class and status were not one of them.
“Pfft! Way ahead of ya, loveboy.” Being asked to lead was not necessary, her heels were already loudly clicking against the tiles towards the front desk (but hey, being called a princess was pretty nice, she wasn’t going to tell him to stop anytime soon). “Hey, give me a room with a tub, shit better be clean.” She spoke to the receptionist, a man who hardly looked up from his magazine to throw a pair of keys at her from underneath the desk, no doubt he had seen enought to ignore the types who came around.
Panty happily caught those keys, checking the number on them before turning to Varon with that pearly white toothy smile of hers, before grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him along with her down the narrow, pink-colored hallway.
“C’mon, I’mma literally gonna go kick someone’s fuckin’ ass if I'm not naked in the next 5 minutes, dude.” Panty laughed, a naughty sound that was both playful and completely serious, as she lead her hookup to their motel room.
varcn:
a gentleman was far from what he or anyone else would call it, even with his best attempt at acting like one. his whole argument about keeping it classy could easily be torn apart with her comment about joining her for the evening. definitely not something a gentleman would do, further proving he wasn’t serious about it. maybe decent was a better word to describe it. anything that wouldn’t draw too much attention their way. a slightly drunk guy touching a chick’s ass in public wasn’t a good look on him anyway.
“—i’d say that title was thrown outta the window the moment i decided to join ya.” there was no going back after this. even if he didn’t go through with it, he had accepted nonetheless—gave into temptation. though, a part of him wondered if he could use his intoxication as part of his argument. anyone who knew him would be able to tell that alcohol or not, he would’ve tagged along with the pretty blond. it was always like that. the closest he’d ever be to the real deal.
his head shook with eyes closed as he thought on his answer. better not mention that bit & go with what anyone would say in his position. “ya seem like a fun time. plus, ya are stunning, so why not? ya are lonely. i’m too. why not give each other some company & enjoy ourselves in the process?”
A fickle light in her rebellious blue eyes shimmered with certain amusement at the mere assumption thrown at her just like that: that she was lonely. She snorted, a sound not very lady-like as she claimed herself to be seconds before, but it couldn’t be helped, Panty found the idea really that funny. “As long as yer into more fuckin’ and less talkin’, hell yeah I’mma give you some fine-ass company alright.” A carefree shrug of her shoulders, there wasn’t a more eloquent way for her type to articulate the concept behind her statement. --- She did not have the emotional intelligence to view into the topic of loneliness all too deeply.
But, with the way the man talked, even someone without much sympathetic bones in her body could tell there was a lingering tinge of longing behind the words spoken, but it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before --- there are two types of people who hookup: those who care very little, and those who maybe care too much.
It was all the same to her as long as he knew how to fuck a bitch though, so Panty did not comment on it.
Tilting her head upwards to look into his face, the blonde troublemaker made a sound of excitement at the sight of the building with a very modest sign that read “vacant rooms”. “Here we are!! Don’t let the sketchy look scare you, ’s pretty cozy in there.” She laughed, patting his back with a loud ‘thud.
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@ophcliac & @fashixncgoist said: 👘 - Mai’s doma outfit. >:3c
varcn:
she was right. there was plenty that he didn’t know about her & a part of him considered that he never would. & yet, there was nothing in his life that he had ever felt so sure about—nothing he could say with such confidence the way he did when making promises like that. but that wouldn’t be enough, would it? even if he tried to show it to her, mai would continuously push him away to prevent him from doing just that. to ‘prove’ that his words held no meaning, when it was her the one making it nearly impossible to care. varon wasn’t stupid. he knew what her goal was: to make him resent her & back away, so she could never be tempted with the idea of companionship ever again. so she could be right to think he was a fraud.
varon bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying anything he might regret, like how he didn’t necessarily need to know her to understand her, or that he had seen more of her even before he approached her on that night. whatever he said at that moment could & would be used against him. & so, he kept quiet & sighed, bringing a hand to rub the back of his head as he thought on how to defence himself from her accusation—one that made him grimace.
“—i don’t think ya are weak, mai. even when we met, i never thought that.” not with her standing under the rain at the end of her rope or collapsing to her knees when she had lost her duel against him & cowarded in fear when he stepped forward. she wasn’t weak for being hurt & that was something he was beginning to understand & tried to apply to himself. just because he was anxious stuck in that bathroom didn’t take away from everything he had overcome. even when he tried his best not to show it. “ya don’t have to be alone to prove ya are strong. i know ya are, just by trying each day & waking up in the morning.”
Trying each day? Waking up in the morning? What a joke! She was unable to find any sort of comfort in such a coddling, unambitious point of view. Clicking her tongue, hands gripped the edge of the tub, as she leaned back slightly to let out a long, frustrated sigh. “That’s basically the bare minimum, I don’t want a damn medal for doing things I should be doing already, that’s pathetic.” With claws and teeth, she shielded herself yet again from his attempt at talking any of that soft-spoken sympathy she had already vowed to keep at arm’s length from her.
No one likes a persistent man, and it seemed like Varon couldn’t stop himself from being one. He reminded her of certain bunch of people that truly thought they could somehow get close to her by pretending to care and understand, Mai was not going to make the mistake twice.
“What’s your deal with me, really?” Mai asked that question outloud, not the first time she did, but it was the one that always popped up whenever she thought too hard on how much Varon’s actions reminded her of the illusion of someone who cared. “You do things no one asks you to do, act like some sorry babysitter, we are stuck in a stupid bathroom and you don’t even look upset...” Instead, he tried to comfort her.
“I just don’t get it, what do you get out of this?”
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varcn:
he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or simply the fact that he had become easily amused upon meeting someone with so little filter ( if any at all ) as her. it made him seem sensible in comparison & varon knew that sometimes he crossed a line or two with his comments. yet, this chick didn’t seem to give a damn & that was something he could respect. a rich laughter erupting from the back of his throat as she spoke & the more she let him know about her, the more curious he became.
“—banned? so ya are a trouble-maker, eh? that or really, really naughty.” he could only wonder about the reasons it would warrant someone to be kicked out of such a place & was really hoping to get to hear that story at some point. be it now or after the fact. to her question though, the brunet shrugged; eyes momentarily tearing away from her to glance at their surroundings as if his answer would be found there—not wanting to come off as that type of guy, even though he doubted she’d care. it was just he usually didn’t do that anymore. not since…
“i keep meself busy at night most of the time, so no. ain’t something i do often.” an arm is then finally wrapped around her frame as if to show he was making the exception for her & that she should see that as an accomplishment. “i’m just keeping it classy, y’know? save it for when i got ya all by meself.”
Oh, but she was most certainly both, Panty liked to live up to her last name. A bit of vandalistic punk sprinkled over a whole lot of slut, and you had on your hands a woman a little too eager to destroy an hotel room and leave it looking like an avant-garde piece of art. Perhaps it was a talent of her own, creating havoc like a second nature, and she learned to embrace the chaos for she knew nothing else --- Panty only barked a laugh, she would wear those titles of naughty bitch with pride.
Panty couldn’t relate to a life without fucking as often as possible, but neither did she care about what the guy did with his time, so she shrugged in response. However, interest quickly made her perk up at his admission on keeping it ‘classy’.
“No fuckin' way! So, yer a gentleman and all that shit, huh? Well, yer lucky I’mma one fine motherfucking lady...when I want to be.” Which was never. Her tone was playful, pursing her lips into a pouty smile while teasingly bumping the curve of her hip against him. As they walked, curious blue eyes looking up to glance at her night companion’s face. “Sooo, what the hell made you come with me tonight? Is it ‘cause I’m hot as fuck, or maybe my banging personality?”
ophcliac:
Hello! This is my multimuse because making one blog for individual characters ain’t the life i can afford. 18+ with spotty activity
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Panty Anarchy - P&SWG
Mai Kujaku/Valentine - YuGiOh!
Maria - Arakawa under the Bridge
Padme Amidala - StarWars
Saeko Mukoda - Yakuza 7
Rachel Amber - Life is Strange
Keeping Up With The Van Burens
“I’ve always loved stars. They remind us there’s so much beauty out there, which we almost never see.” - “Because we’re blinded by what’s in front of us.” - “Exactly. But then I learned the truth. The stars we’re seeing have already been dead for millions of years. They’re all… lies.”
Rachel Amber in Life is Strange: Before the Storm
varcn:
he supposed asking for a name could’ve been too much considering how casual she aimed this to be. though to his surprise, she gave him an answer & while the name definitely sounded unusual, varon wasn’t exactly sure why it’d be a laughing matter. maybe he was missing something? or maybe it was the alcohol in his system preventing him from connecting some dots. either way, what earned a chuckle from him wasn’t the name, as much as her threat did. even though she made it sound like a joke, he could tell there was some truth to it, so better not to test his luck.
“—panty, huh? guess it fits ya.” however she chose to call herself, didn’t really matter. varon honestly didn’t think he’d meet her after tonight, so he just rolled with it as he did with almost everything else. “sounds to me like ya are familiarized with the area. ever been there, princess?” she definitely made it seem as much, especially with her remark about the price.
Panty gave a wide, toothy grin in response, it always pleased her to hear the sound of her name (the one she chose for herself) on other’s tongue, she was just full of herself that way. Keeping herself closely stuck to him by the arm, it was no accident that her breasts pressed agasint his forearm, an openly playful display of her growing excitement.
“Hell yeah! Ya can fuckin’ bet yer fluffy sideburns that I know the best places to fuck in town. Well, at least the ones I ain’t banned from yet.” She admitted, letting out a cheeky laugh, her lush lashes fluttering in a wink. While her behavior was quite on mark with the crassness of that area, it was obvious that a woman like her (attractive, well groomed and most importantly, finely dressed) was not exactly the type of chick anyone would expect to see around that kind of cheap places.
“And whata ‘bout ya, huh? Do ya do this kinda shit often, loverboy?” Panty asked then, piercing blue eyes looking up, her gaze was flirtatious and positively wicked. She was teasing, but also genuinely interested in the answer. “Cause we’re already half-way there and ya haven’t even tried to grope my ass or tits even once...”
varcn:
the things that she was voicing out were things he already knew about & therefore, didn’t need a reminder of. he was trying his best at remaining calm despite the bubbling anxiety that was beginning to creep onto him with a slight change in the tempo of her voice. at the very least, she had the decency to step away & while varon never imagined such thought to be relieving, in this situation, it was. physical contact wouldn’t do him any good under this predicament. especially not when his mind was running a thousand thoughts per second. from trying to estimate the time & how long it would take until either of those early birds woke up & noted their absence, to what else could he do that would still constitute as trying.
his bottom lip was bitten & as eyes closed, varon did his best at remaining calm. exercises that rafael had taught him to control his anger ( to which he only remembered when violence wasn’t an alternative ) were applied, & once he let go of the knob, the brunet stepped back with his frame leaning against the wall. he allowed himself to slid down until he was sitting, & while he wasn’t physically still trying to open the door, his mind kept thinking about alternatives to make this time trapped somewhat bearable. he almost expected mai to blame him for the whole thing, & while at the beginning, it almost sounded as if that was the case, by the end of her statement, attention was brought to her.
his expression now soft as he tried to remain calm despite the nervous fidgeting of his hands—completely flying over his head that they were exposed. bruised knuckles in the display while the palm of his hands were kept hidden with fingers curling & uncurling, unsure on what to do with them.
“—would ya prefer if ya were on yar own?” he asked, & though varon had an inclination that the answer would be a ‘no’, he didn’t even want to think of the alternative, as it would sting more than it should. at least her presence was keeping him grounded & aware of his surroundings. there was some solace in that. “i’ve told ya, ya don’t gotta bear it on yar own. ya got me.”
There was no simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to a question like that, not a single way where one option would not bring her some kind of suffering --- if she were alone, then Mai would have not to worry about being seen by someone else in such a pathetic, weak state. And yet, if she were alone, Mai’s panic would be somehow worse than it was in that moment, perhaps to a crippling degree. It was a difficult question, and she resented him for asking it.
Frowning, her gaze lingered on tiles of the bathroom floor, not wanting to look at his face just yet. Her hands moved from her thighs to the top of her knees, fingers tightly gripping at the flesh-covered bone. “Look, just because you know some things about me, doesn’t mean that you know me.” Her lips mused softly, and yet her voice was laced in wire and razors, a bitter sound that was directed no just towards Varon, but the people that came to mind whenever she thought too long about her own shortcomings.
Mai scoffed, unable to hear his words as anything but empty statements, the same sort of shackles she was trying to break free from. “Stop treating me like I’m weak already, it seriously pisses me off. I’m here for one thing only, and it has nothing to do with you, Varon.” She hissed. The only thing she needed, what she truly wanted, was power. Power to move forward. Power to destroy the weak woman she had become, along with the people that made her this way...Mai had convinced herself, to the very core of her being, that it was the only way for her to move forward...