Thus far, the night was a n u i s a n c e , what she had been
shaping up to be her most BEAUTIFUL bouquet of iridescent flowers
was falling SHORT, flora DECAYING, rotten petals flittering listlessly
into the abyss of B O RE D O M. She HUFFS, swinging around her
baby pink gun {{ UNLOADED for the MOMENT, Rosaline might add }},
a meadow of green eyes DARKENING to deep forestation as she
T RO T S about the ball, soles of cerise ballet flats scraping against
its marble flooring. Brows FURROW as she rests her gaze upon that
of another, one whose disposition had created a giant, NEON sign
reading ‘ TARGET HERE, ’ and suddenly the Isley-Quinzel was
OVERWHELMED with the insatiable need to show this person
how to have some F U N.
Roe CREEPS up behind them, snaking through the shadows
until she’s ARMS reach from her prey, hand extended outwards, but
she SHOULDN’T touch them, COULDN’T touch them ——–
PETULANCE drips into her tone upon revealing herself
too SOON. Her new TOY would no longer be in for the surprise
that is Rosaline Isley-Quinzel. But luckily enough for them both,
IMPROVISATION was the blonde’s best friend, so she cocked her
head and T H R EW her arms around the other, wrapping them
in the embrace of a coiling serpent.
❛ LOOKIE HERE, I found’a new P L A Y M A T E ! ❜
Shrill voice echoes off the cobblestone, pale fingers
CONSTRICTING around the trigger of her gun. In mere SECONDS,
Roe had pinned the other to the wall, gunpoint propped against
the stranger’s FOREHEAD, sadistic SMI L E twisting across
her features like that of a Cheshire Cat.
❛ If ya don’t agree to PLAY with me, I will BLOW
your brains out, okay? You have FIVE seconds to
decide —–
One,
four,
F I V E . ❜
the fanciest party they had ever been to was their prom,
( they don’t remember the event much, just the dress
that had cost too much, the friendly smiles from friends,
and the retching in the backseat of someone’s car
afterwards ), so when the invite to the gotham ball had
arrived at the gymnasium for all the teachers--- well.
piper had decided to give it a go. it’s not like they had
anything better to do and, even if a fancy ball wasn’t their
scene it was always nice to give new things a go.
plus, bonus: they could talk to some actual cops.
cops were as close to caped crusaders as they could get,
currently so, even if they weren’t as good--- piper liked
them anyway and liked hanging around them.
the party thus far, though--- well. it wasn’t exactly what
piper had been expecting. ( then again, what had they
been expecting? less socialites? more civilians like
themself? ) they had clearly, clearly stood out from most
of everyone else. cheap dress. hair pulled back in a low
ponytail, barely any makeup. flats. piper wasn’t a very
rich or important person, mostly known for almost getting
into a college on a scholarship, on track for the olympics
but now a wash up who gave cheap gymnastic lessons to
poor kids in gotham. honestly? they had started to wonder
if they had been given an invitation by mistake a good few
minutes into the ball.
now, a good few hours in, they had decided that had to be what
happened and had taken to skirting around the crowds and
talking friends, casually eavesdropping and sipping on a
gingerale they had purchased.
( call them paranoid, you didn’t grow up where they had and not
learned early on to only drink alcohol if you poured and mixed
it yourself. )
it had been entertaining, at least. and distracting. maybe a
little--- too distracting, honestly, because piper hadn’t even
noticed the blonde prowling behind them until it was too late.
( this was upsetting because ryan had taught them how to keep
an eye out for people sneaking up on them. way to go, piper.
you want to help people and you can’t even help yourself? )
they had, at first, considered the hand on their shoulder an
accident first and the shrill ‘oopsie’ that had accompanied it
only made them think this more. the dark haired cashier had
been ready to brush it off with an ‘it’s okay’ and move on,
maybe even make a new friend--- but then the arm had
wrapped around their side and piper’s eyes widened, going
deer in the headlight as they were shoved against a wall.
good going, staying away from all the crowds so you wouldn’t be spotted.
haha.
wasn’t this thing suppose to be CRIMINAL FREE?
panic set in and the brunette swallowed hard, eyes trained
on the gun on their forehead. they were trying to remember
the little self defense they had. they could trip her, maybe but,
if she let the gun go off first---
“hey--- hey! no please don’t! we can--- play. sure!”
stall. figure a way out. piper’s nerves were frayed and it was
evident in the tremor in their voice, the sweat on their brow.
“---i’m piper? do you have a name? please don’t shoot me?”
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