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08 August 2011 @ 09:38 pm
Plans, Plots, and one Poor Unfortunate Soul [Open to all Misfits]  
The very expensive vase had already been swept up, the mark it had made on the wall when it had been thrown already patched up. Anyone who'd never seen the vase where it had sat would never have known it had been there at all, let alone that it had been reduced to a pile of worthless shards during one of Pizzazz's fits of temper.

She was not happy, not at all. Of course, the source of her rage was already well out of reach; another very important business trip that Harvey Gabor absolutely had to take. No time to deal with Pizzazz, and anyway how many girls could say their father had bought them a lawyer.

A lawyer.

You can use this, Pizzazz reminded herself. She just needed to remember all the things Eric Slimeweasel Raymond had pulled off with his lawyers. And Daddy wouldn't give her a bad lawyer. But did it have to be Cousin Galadrial? Really?

She barely remembered her cousin, to be honest. She'd been years older than Pizzazz, and completely lame and boring.

She could not stand boring people.
PetitLolita3: Roxypetitlolita3 on August 12th, 2011 01:52 am (UTC)
Roxy rushed into the room at the sound of something ceramic and heavy crumbling to the floor. The sound had jolted her off her bed where she was thumbing through music magazines, and drooling over this or that lead singer. She heard it through her walk-man headphones and assumed the worst. But upon witnessing the cleaning lady stand up in a huff after swiftly sweeping up the vases shards, Roxy knew only one person could cause this level of dismal at will.

‘Another temper tantrum', she thought. 'God, you'd think she would grow out of it by now.. But this IS Pizzazz we’re talking about.’ Roxy's mind went off on a mini tangent. Thinking about her old life in Philly, the friends she used to run with, the cars they used to steal for joyrides... Good times! There was a lot of mayhem to cause when you didn't have anyone to bog you down with rules and morals and whatnot. Maybe what Pizzazz needed was the experience of being a good ol’ fashioned delinquent. Not the the kind that has money to blow, and has a fit when her burger gets cold. But some real, low-down, balls-to-the-wall anarchy.

"Don't get so worked up Pizzazz, save that energy for you know who!" Roxy was mildly annoyed of the disturbance, but it gave her the perfect opportunity to get Pizzazz out of the house.

“What d’you say us girls get out of here and release some of this frustration on some poor unfortunate souls? It’s been a while since we’ve terrorized anyone as a group.” Roxy could feel horns sprouting. “Stormer should be ‘round here somewhere..Let’s grab her and find our first victim! You get first choice.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “What d’you say?”
The Mad Fan Girl: 15fullmetal_cute on August 13th, 2011 04:46 am (UTC)
Slowly, horribly, Pizzazz started to smile. It was a smile that probably haunted the nightmares of Eric Raymond, all teeth and gums and tightly stretched lips. It was the smile of a predator, and it was locked firmly in place as she draped an arm around Roxy's shoulder. "You know," she said slowly, her good humor starting to return, "you're right. We're gonna go out, and we're gonna have some fun."

She released Roxy, doing a little twirl. "A little boozing, a little partying, and a whole hell of a lot of mayhem, that's just what we need." She cackled, throwing her head back. "We'll paint the town, then burn it down!"

[OOC: Sorry it took so long to respond, work is being hellacious.]
PetitLolita3: Roxypetitlolita3 on August 13th, 2011 09:51 pm (UTC)
[OOC: Not at all love! PS, totes heart the quote 'We'll paint the town, then burn it down!' :D]

Hearing Pizzazz’ agreement felt fantastic. If there was anything Roxy was good at, it was wreaking havoc on unsuspecting elite. It felt like ages since she’d had some real fun in this town, and it was about time she became acquainted with her fellow Los Angel-ites.

"Yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!" Roxy exclaimed with a hi five. “If you want, there’s this bar I’ve been meaning to hit up downtown. It’s not like those posh ‘which celeb is making an appearance tonight’ type of places, but exactly the opposite. A real grungy, hole in the wall where the drinks are cheap and the women are cheaper.” She smirked. “Then once we’ve gotten good and trashed, we can crash that new hotel bar on Sunset everyone’s been blaring on the radio all day.”

Turning toward the empty hallyway, Roxy licked her lips then asked, “You still have that key to your father’s liquor cabinet stashed somewhere? ‘Cause it’s time to pre-game.”
wistful_bluewistful_blue on August 15th, 2011 08:42 pm (UTC)
(OOC: quick check before I jump in - will they go bang on the door to Stormer's room, or should I have her wander through for some reason?)
The Mad Fan Girlfullmetal_cute on August 15th, 2011 09:02 pm (UTC)
[OOC: Wandering in would be great. Work continues to eat my time, so anything that keeps the thread moving until I have time to make an actual post would be pure joy]
wistful_bluewistful_blue on August 15th, 2011 09:05 pm (UTC)
(OOC: sounds good! I'm constrained by 'time baby consents to be out of my arms,' which is minimal, but I'll try to get something coherent posted tonight)
wistful_blue: stormer blow this townwistful_blue on August 16th, 2011 09:59 pm (UTC)
Lying on her back on her bed, Stormer frowned at the ceiling. Rolling over, she batted lazily at one of the balled-up pieces of paper she'd tossed over her shoulder earlier; drafts of letters that she'd never send. Restless, that was the word. Writing was going nowhere, they hadn't had a concert booked since everything with Stinger Sound had gone to hell in a handbasket... she'd rather have her teeth pulled one by one without anesthetic than spend time hanging out with Jetta. Definitely restless. And bored.

She heard voices echoing in the hallway, and perked up at the sound. Roxy always had some idea up her sleeve, even if it did usually devolve into chaos. But at least whatever she wanted to do would be better than hanging around here and painting her toenails again! Stormer rolled off her bed and onto her feet, leaving the garbage on the floor where the maid could pick it up ... whenever.

One quick look in the mirror later, she was heading out of her bedroom and down the wide stairs towards the voices of her bandmates. "What's going on?"
PetitLolita3: Roxypetitlolita3 on August 17th, 2011 12:25 am (UTC)
Roxy could hear the soft patting of bare feet on the stairs behind her. Since Jetta was in her new place now, she knew it must be Stormer. She swiveled her head around in surprise.

"Well look who it is! Me and Pizzazz were thinkin' about going downtown and fuckin' some shit up." She half believed Stormer would be up for it. Lately Roxy had been noticing Stormer’s kinder side showing through, getting all goody-goody with Kimber. But for her sake she hoped it was just out of boredom.

“You wanna come along and crack some skulls?” Even if Stormer wasn’t completely into the mayhem, this would be her time to redeam herself. “You know, get out some frustration from this whole being-dropped-from-the-label business?”
The Mad Fan Girl: 15fullmetal_cute on August 17th, 2011 05:37 pm (UTC)
"Ladies, we have liquor!" Pizzazz announced, turning her attention away from her father's liquor cabinet. She didn't know why he even bothered locking it anymore; when Pizzazz didn't have the key, she'd just break the lock away, or find someone else to do it.

Thankfully, Daddy Dearest had been restocking of late. The good stuff, way better than anything they'd get their hands on once the festivities really kicked off. "Stormer, you are coming with us," she said. "It's been way too long since we had some real fun, just us, so you're going even if I have to drag you out myself."

Argument settled, Pizzazz opened the Scotch and started pouring.
wistful_blue: stormer_bitchwistful_blue on August 17th, 2011 06:32 pm (UTC)
Stormer wrinkled her nose at Roxy's cursing; did she have to be so gross about it all the time? But going out sounded a lot better than staying here.

"Sure," she shrugged at Pizzazz. "But why go looking for a fight? Wouldn't it be more fun just to go out and go dancing or something, instead of ending up arguing with bouncers or cops?" Especially since they didn't have Eric's pet lawyer on call any more...

"I want to go to the record store, anyway," Stormer finished. Maybe that would be enough of a distraction to get Roxy off of the idea of picking a fight? "The new Blackhearts album is supposed to be out this week."
PetitLolita3: Roxypetitlolita3 on August 18th, 2011 12:05 am (UTC)
Roxy nudged Pizzazz and grabbed for the Scotch. She raised an eyebrow at Stormer before putting the bottle to her lips. Not only did it sound like Stormer was trying to avoid taking part in their destruction, but was she also trying to convince them that they could have more fun not being disorderly? Something’s got to be done, she thought as she took a swig. Can’t have her stopping our fun!

"Seriously?" She asked placing a hand on Stormer’s shoulder. "Here,” She offered the bottle to Stormer. "This will take the edge off, I promise.”
wistful_blue: stormer_bitchwistful_blue on August 18th, 2011 01:05 am (UTC)
Oh. It was going to be one of those kind of afternoons. Stormer gave a mental shrug and gave it up - it wasn't like she was going to be able to change their minds once they were set on something, so going along for the ride was the easiest possible option. And while she could just imagine Kimber's outrage at the whole thing, the Misfits did have a certain image to live up to if they wanted to keep any fans at all.

"You sound like the villain in an after-school special," she told Roxy, with a roll of her eyes. She took the bottle, not paying attention to the label, wiped off the mouth and took a drink herself. She didn't know much of anything about scotch, except that some of it tasted more like paint thinner than other kinds, and so had no inkling of the kind of heart attack Mr. Gabor would be having right about now had he seen what the trio were doing. The alcohol burned down her throat, smooth as silk and hot as fire.

"Where are we going?"
PetitLolita3: Roxypetitlolita3 on August 23rd, 2011 02:33 am (UTC)
“Stormer?!” Roxy gasped, as she couldn’t believe her eyes. “I didn’t know you were a Scotch drinker!” For all they knew Stormer was a bit of a square, but this put a new spin on things. Maybe she wasn’t as sweet as she was putting on. Taking the bottle from her, she took another drink and passed it back to Pizzazz.

Wiping her mouth, Roxy leaned against the liquor cabinet and tried to remember the name of the bar they were going to first. “I can’t remember the name of the place, but from what I’ve heard it’s the best place in town for miles. And they make their own famous bacon vodka.” Roxy sense this would get a host of twisted-faced looks, so she tried to highlight their other features. “I know, i know. It sounds gross, but I’ve been dying to try it. Aaaand,” She turned a winking eye to Pizzazz, “they’ve got the best selection of bad-ass hotties. All rugged and tattooed.” She nearly swooned at the thought. "Real men, unlike that chest waxing Riot," Roxy laughed.

“So are we ready ladies?” Roxy asked as she stood up and stretched.
The Mad Fan Girlfullmetal_cute on August 23rd, 2011 02:45 am (UTC)
Pizzazz pulled a face at Roxy, but let the slam at Riot slide as she headed for the door, leaving the Scotch on the desk. "I guess this means you're driving, too," she said, "since you're the only one who knows where this place is."

She turned her attention to the neat little row of keys hanging on their neat little hooks near the door. The keys to her cars were all huddled together on the left, most of them hanging on the same hook.

Tonight, she thought, is a Corvette night. She had to hunt around a little, but she finally found the key she wanted and chucked it in Roxy's direction.
PetitLolita3: Roxypetitlolita3 on August 23rd, 2011 05:11 am (UTC)
Roxy fumbled the keys for a second before landing the catch, then followed Pizzazz to the garage. Finding the Corvette, the girls piled in. Roxy turned the ignition, then squealed, “Ooh! Stick shift!”

Exiting the garage, Roxy revved the engine and grinned widely. She hadn’t had to shift gears since that ‘67 Mustang she stole for the Senior prom. What a beauty it was! She hoped pulling up to the bar in the Corvette would give her the same exhilaration as did that night, if she could remember exactly where it was...

After making a few wrong turns, they finally pulled up to the place. The large, painted sign (faded and chipped by the sun) read Fallen Angels. A few motorcycles were parked out front, and there was a 1950’s pickup parked around the back. It didn’t look like much from the outside, but they were soon greeted with a cloud of smoke and raucous laughter upon entering. On one wall there was an immense mural Dias de Muerto style, and on the others were local band posters, some graffiti, and chipping paint. The lights were kept low (and for good reason!), and there was a jukebox and pool table in the back room.

“Nice!” Roxy said excitedly, “it’s better than I imagined.” She then led Stormer and Pizzazz to the bartender, “First round on me, what are ya havin’?”

[OOC: Should we start a new post for the next scene?]
The Mad Fan Girlfullmetal_cute on August 24th, 2011 03:02 pm (UTC)
[OOC: Sounds like a cunning plan. Could you start it? Real life continues to be distressingly real.]
PetitLolita3petitlolita3 on August 25th, 2011 06:57 am (UTC)
[no probs,will do this after work 2moro!]
wistful_bluewistful_blue on August 27th, 2011 02:28 pm (UTC)
Sorry for vanishing for a bit there - inlaws are in town and computer time is severely limited while they're visiting. Will try to catch up this week (they leave Thursday)