#gloss d0ll

[gloss-d0ll]

(She was re-dyeing the stripes in their hair, now just waiting for the dye to set for a little before washing the excess out. Waiting's boring, but she has someone they want to talk to more than anything, even if they weren't waiting for something)

- Gloss?-

(They forgot the paper with Gloss's hours in her room, so she hopes Gloss isn't busy right now)

(She had been getting ready for bed, taking off her makeup in the bathroom with a silk robe on and a messy bun tied in her sun-bleached hair. It was awfully quiet. She'd decided not to put on any music tonight, unlike usual. There was enough noise in her head.

That was, until her radio crackled to life on the counter, and a familiar voice came through. She flinches hard, almost flinging the washcloth in her hand across the room before scrambling to pick up.)

--fuck- ye-yes? Hello?--

(She sounds mildly startled and a little nervous, though that's mostly from the question of how Glitter would react to her secret still plaguing her head. And, well, just talking to her at all made Gloss a little nervous. Good nervous, but nervous.)

[gloss-d0ll]

- Hello? Is this Gloss?-

(She picks up her radio and puts it between her shoulder and her cheek, having been working on cleaning her materials. Some running water can be heard in the background.)

--The one and only, sugar. Who's callin'?--

(Her tone is sweet with a mildly heavy southern accent.)

[gloss-d0ll]

I have s'me more gossip for you!

Y'know that racer at the Crash Track? The one with the bright red jacket? 'pparently he got ghosted t'day. Stabbed by one 'f th' other racers. Crazy shit. Guy's damn proud 'f himself too.

-random client

(She'd just finished up applying the dye to this client's hair when she pauses, jaw dropped in shock. But not the kind of shock you feel when you hear gossip that doesn't pertain to you, the shock you feel hearing about one of your neighbors getting murdered. She takes a step back, trying to figure out words for a moment before rushing to get her gloves off and grab her purse.)

Fuck- Uh, that-that dye's gotta sit for 'bout 30 minutes, Decay'll keep an eye on ya, I-I gotta go.. Check somethin'. Be back in a snap, sugar!

(She sounds panicked, pulling on her jacket as she makes her way out the door and hops in her Miata, cranking the engine and speeding through the static toward the shack. In the meantime, she gets out her radio and desperately tunes to Cherri's channel, trying to focus on calling and not getting into a wreck at the same time. Eventually, she manages to get to the frequency, and speaks quickly into the mic.)

--Cherri! Cherri, y' there?--

@cherri-cola-soda

[gloss-d0ll]

(The door rattles a bit before Decay finally gets it open. There was the sound of raygun shortly before, and it's apparent now what happened. There's a decent sized hole completely through its stomach, exposing some of its wires and parts. Luckily it didn't seem to hit anything important. It stares for a second before saying something)

There's someone outside, and they are not very happy. Or nice.

(It stands there for a moment before shutting down and hitting the floor with a loud metallic thud)

@digital--d3cay

(She stares for a moment in confused, surprised silence before grabbing her ray gun from her purse by the door and poking her head outside. Just as the drac turns to face her, she shoots it straight through the forehead, and it falls backward before thudding in the dust. She holsters her ray gun with a huff, mumbling angrily as she stoops down and drags decay inside just enough for her to close the door. She manages to get Decay on the couch before hurrying her way to the cabinet, trying to find some things to patch them up with.)

Fuckin' dracs, bastards..

[gloss-d0ll]

Hey Dolly!! ‘S Mothy!

- moth @moth-moon-the-whore

(She picks up her radio and sets it between her shoulder and her ear, working on a client's dye.)

--Mothy! Witch, long time no talk, sweetheart! How you been?--

(She sounds beyond pleased to hear from them.)