A Victimless Crime?

[tiny_dancer81]

Theresa had barely slept since she'd seen Holly at Whatever-Her-Name-Was' hotel, and she hadn't fed either. All she could think of was that if she ventured out of Daniel's apartment, some homicidal chick with a stake was going to leap out at her from behind the nearest parked car and plunge it into her chest. Put an end to her, just like Dane. As ambivalent as she'd been about being turned, she wasn't ready to be a pile of ashes yet.

She'd counted her money several times, folded and unfolded all her clothes, packed and unpacked her duffel bag. She didn't even go out on the stroll. A day passed. Two. Three.

At the end of the third day, her insides were about to rebel and leap out of her body, and so the vampire risked a quick trip out. One-and-done, and she'd do her damnedest to control the hunger. Maybe she'd pick several willing volunteers and take a nibble from each of them. It would be better not to leave a corpse behind, although she was hungry enough to.

The Funhouse was packed by the time the diminutive brunette got past the queue in front, and the sound of all those heartbeats rivaled even the music the DJ was playing. The men's john was in the back of the club, separated by a partition from the women's bathroom. Theresa made a beeline for the dance floor, sidled up beside a preppy type and started to dance with him. She'd sweet talk him into letting her have a snack, enough that she could calm down and not starve to a second death.

It was at times like this that she wished she'd learned to kick ass while she was alive.

Damn the Man

[maddy_ricks]

At twenty-four years old, Madeleine Ricks was trapped in the body of a fifteen year old. Or so it appeared to the rest of the world. At 5’5”, she was of average height, but thin as a rail with limited curvature. The results were infuriating. Carded for alcohol, carded for smokes, and the latest insult, carded for Gore Fest at the Huntridge Theater. Only this time, she had stuffed cash in the pocket of her overalls and left her ID card at home.

The employee – who had barely scratched eighteen himself – suggested she bring her mother to sign a release form.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” she screeched. She slapped her palms on the plexi-glass that separated the ticket salesman from the throng of fans splattered in fake blood outside. Making a scene wouldn’t get her anywhere. On a cognitive level, Maddy understood it. But she had a hell of a temper. She grabbed the paper and rolled it up lengthwise. “Do me a favor, okay? Heh… you take this release form and you gently guide it up your pimple-covered ass!”

She left the window and paced in front of the building, chewing a hangnail.

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Bad Tastes

[holiday_pirner]

When Holly entered Tracks, the record store was mostly empty, save for a few people milling over some new releases. A Cinderella track was playing over the sound system, and strains of glam metal accompanied the brunette as she wandered over to the cassettes.

As she rifled through the Q's, trying to find a Queen album a friend had recommended, a movement in her periphery caught her eye. A boy, maybe in his mid-teens, was grasping a few tapes in his hand and acting twitchy.

Holly tilted her head, watching him closely. He was too busy looking out for store employees to notice her, until she pointedly cleared her throat. "Are you sure those are the ones you really want? I mean, if you're going to opt for the five finger discount, make it worth your while."

The brunette approached him, ignoring his surprised glare. She grabbed one of the tapes and held it up. "This one isn't too bad, but...is that Quarterflash?" Holly shook her head disapprovingly. "I think someone should call your parents just to warn them of their son's budding horrible taste in music."

He pulled away from her, grabbing the cassettes back. "Do you work here?"

Courier run

[cian_oneill]

Odd jobs was definitely a part of Cian's work description, but he didn't mind this sort of thing so much. It gave him a chance to get on his bike and ride, even if it was just up to Searchlight.

He pulled up outside the library, opened the pannier on the side of his bike and pulled out the bundle of books that had to be returned. Some family had forgotten the concept of borrowing from the library meant actually returning them at some point, and had just left them in the room at the resort when they had checked out.

He took off his helmet and leather jacket, leaving them on the seat of the bike, and tucked the bundle under his arm. The heel of his boot crunched on the gritty pavement outside the library, and the rush of cool air that hit him as he walked inside was welcome. There was no-one at the counter when he walked in so he stood and waited, making the most of the air conditioning, before heading back outside on his next errand.