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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 17:26:47 GMT
Her hair was in tatters, long out of her neat plats and was mixed with dirt and grime, loose and messy. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she sobbed, wailing freely, sat down by a wall at the back of some club with heavily cut knees and not a single person she recognized in sight.
It was a heavy Friday night, and pointless wondering got Lola to the heavy Friday night crowd littering the streets with their hollers and whoops storming out of clubs as the night loomed. The blonde girl rested her head on the wall, sobbing gently.
@moira
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 17:34:33 GMT
Moira hadn't hit the party scene in a while, mostly because when she couldn't sleep the first thing she thought to do was hit up a blank wall with spray paint in her bag rather than go to some nightclub and get smashed.
And that's what she'd been doing, her fingers already in colors and the heavy chemical smell filled her head. Her ears caught a small whimper and she turned her attention away from her mural-in-progress, to a small blonde that looked too roughed up in the wrong part of town.
"Hey, kid, you alright?"
@lola
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 18:00:15 GMT
When a woman's voice cut through to her, Lola's eyes widened. She wiped the tears from her eyes quickly and pulled herself up, knees knocking together as she was doing so. She sniffled, but tried to stay strong - this was way embarassing. She couldn't have anyone thinking she was weak now. No. That would be stupid! Lola hated to be pity.
"I'm fine!" She asserted, biting her lip and turning to the woman. Who was... very pretty. Her bottom lip wobbled a little.
"Wh-What are you doing." Lola frowned, giving her a steady stare.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 18:10:21 GMT
Moira raised her eyebrows disbelievingly. The girl didn't look fine. Far from it, in fact. But she supposed that prying wouldn't do much to unnerve her. She didn't mind talking about her masterpieces, anyways.
"Bringing down the man." She said, gestured back to where her mural lay on the concrete wall. "Nah, it's just graffiti. Still art, though, right?" She paused, looked the girl up and down once more. She almost inquired about her well-being again, but thought better of it. "Wanna see?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 18:46:39 GMT
"What man?" Her body dipped a little whilst she tried to lean over to look at the stranger better, and of course, what she was doing. Her sight was blurred, but she could make out the bright colours and she sighed in wonder, reaching out to attempt to touch it.
"It's so colourful... wow... wow..." She stumbled forward, unconsciously gripping the brunette's arm for support.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 2:57:46 GMT
Moira snorted but didn't offer any explanation to the girl's question. Instead she grinned at the near-compliment and nodded, more to herself than anything. Her art was her pride and joy.
She reached out to support the girl and raised her eyebrows in concern. "You feeling light-headed, kid? Need a ride somewhere?" She could leave the wall to give the kid a lift home, if she needed one. Chances were pretty good that her art would lay untouched when she came back to finish it.
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