He nudges past the bouncers as one of them eyes him up and down, and the other tosses him a wink and a grunt that means some sort of greeting.

He clutches his jacket tightly around him feeling like a fraud. Just yesterday he was gallivanting around in jeans and a T, looking very much the boy he is...or was anyhow.

Thigh-high black stockings are held up by a fuchsia garter, partially hidden by a frilly black skirt. Tiny white bows decorate the back of his leg. His boots are his usually black, bland...blah. Under the jacket is a black corset top with pink ribbons tightening it from the back. His faded black shawl is huge and covers his front quite modestly yet screams out ‘your pretty face is going straight to hell’, the letters have been obviously bleached.

There’s gallons of black Mac eyeliner around his eyes and the hooker-blue shadow reaches his eyebrows. Pouty, pierced lips have been dolled up in glossy candy-red. He looks like a harlot Lolita.

Fidgeting at the entrance he spots the place barely full and lets out a small sigh.  

--Last edited by Daisy on 2009-03-12 17:53:19 --

You could say the Rabbit is going downhill with the abscence of Alice. It hasnt helped that two of the dancers have gone missing and Gand is left making all the decisions. He simple doesnt have the buisness smarts to run things smoothly.

Things look the same, the club is just less crowded, the girls look more worn out from having to cover more shifts and Rachel is again tending bar by herself.


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Rachel?
 

--Last edited by Radiation on 2009-03-14 07:39:28 --

((That's a beautiful photo for Rachel))

Daisy walks straight to Rachel, he tries to avoid eye contact with the few seedy-looking men that eye him up and down.

‘Heya, Rach...’ he wriggles up onto a stool and smiles softly at the bartender, she’s one of the few things in this mess-hole that actually put a smile on his face. ‘You got any of them dirty school girls hidin’ behind that counter fer me?’ his smile is on the nervous side. ‘Actually...uh...see if she’s gotta twin, I think I may need two tonight.’

Under his seat his feet swing back, bashing lightly against the leg of the stool anxiously.

Rachel seems suprised to see Daisy at the bar.

'Where you been Daisy? Gands been freaking out, thought you were the third dancer to bail this month...'

Rachel expertly layers the two brown and green shots in nearly perfect proportion in front of Daisy.

‘Naw...I’m still here,’ though why...he doesn’t know, he should bail. Jacques would probably like that, meh...naw, maybe he wouldn’t even give a shit.

‘Did boss man miss me?’ he chuckles with light sarcasm as he reaches for the first shot and tips it back into his mouth. It trickles velvety down his throat. ‘Don’t answer that..I dun’ wanna know.’ A shudder as he downs the second shot as well. He needed those shots badly!  

Rachel grins, pretty sure Gand never really misses anyone. Rachel plucks up the used shotglasses and drops them into one of the trays behind the bar to be cleaned.

'Hes been a total stress-case lately.'

Rachel glances at the stairs that lead up to the offices. Theres no sign of Gand, but hes probably up there somewhere, doing god knows what.

'You workin tonight?'

She asks, returning her eyes to Daisy.

Gah, a stressed Gand doesn’t sound too good. Absentmindedly Daisy looks over his shoulder towards Gand’s office and frowns.

‘Yah, in a few...’ turning back to Rachel he slips her money for the shots and a fiver for a tip. ‘I gotta go leave my stuff and get ready I guess.’ A small smile. ‘Don’t go anywhere, you’ll know I’ll be back after my set.’

Daisy wriggles out of the seat and wriggles his fingers at the tender, before he turns to dump his jacket before his little dance.

'Im here all night darlin, ill see ya.'

Rachel slips the money into her jar behind the bar and goes back to serving other customers when Daisy slips off. As Daisy heads up the stairs towards the lockers for the dancers he will catch a chill as if there was a breeze up here. The air seems heavy in an unnatural way that the music doesnt even want to invade the open space near Gands office.

The door is slightly open as he passes, barely three inches. Just enough for Daisy to see a tall, intense blond woman seated behind Gands desk. Sudden movement will break his view and reveal Gand pacing back and forth before the desk.

If they are speaking to eachother Daisy cant hear it at all, even in the stillness and quiet.

He walks up towards the lockers, chewing on his bottom lip, damn he’ll have to re-paint his lips, he’s sure he just chewed half of his lipstick off.

He does shiver, brows furrowing, this spot right by Gand’s office always feels creepy.

His gaze shifts to the open door. New dancer? A new co-boss he’s never met before? Gand’s wife..no devil men don’t have wives just concubines.

He doesn’t exactly stop, but he does walks past very, very slowly.

Returning to see if he can get any more info out of Gand, Kovacs walks up to the back door acting less parniod then usual as he is becoming used to the alley. Once he reaches the door he will ring the bell once not long or short but a simple someone is here. Then he will settle in and wait. When he smokes the world becomes a painting of magic and dangers. Yet when he stays sober, like now, the world is bland and innocuous.  He looks around the stutter in awareness and his edge bothering him.

2009-03-14 13:17:40 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 8 dice to Per + alert (Diff 4) 6,1,3,6,9, 3,4,9 (4 successes)

The stillness and silence is broken by the buzzer. Like a dream it starts as if a mosquito was buzzing around Daisys head and then escalates to full blown interruption. The noise of the club seems to crash back down around him like a wave and Gands voice suddenly becomes very real and loud.

'...Fine, Ill help you. But your not taking me back there.'

The intense blond in Gands chair seems to nod in agreement, right before the office door slams shut, barring Daisys lingering view.

Kovacs will be kept waiting for nearly a minute before a voice comes out of a tiny, shitty speaker. Gand plus static, grating to say the least.

'Daisy turned up but I have another delivery I need you to make. The door is open and the box is on the stairs, it needs to go to Orphen at the Neon Burn, tonight. Theres an envelope for you on the box.'

There is a harsh click as the back door opens for Kovacs and a sizzle as the speaker settles into silence. When Kovacs opens the door he will see a square 12x12x12 box. On top is a white envelope with just the letter 'K' written on the front.

The buzzing sound makes Daisy flinch and jerk his shoulder up, eyes narrowing. He looks around catching bits and bobs of words and such, as he moves in haste towards the lockers and wriggles out of his jacket.

His eyes dart towards the hall, wondering what was going on. This place is full of weirdoes and Gand's their King.

Jammed in a locker, his jacket goes, yet not before he pulls out his lipstick and smears is back over his lips. Carefully he manoeuves the lipstick around the piercing, then over that goes a thin coat of gloss; were he to smear his lips over you he'd leave pretty stains that smelt of cherries.

Lipstick and gloss are tosses on the jacket. He adjusts his skirt and fixes the garter. One quick rake of fingers though his hair before he pulls the pumpkin orange wig out of the locker and tugs it over his head. Now he's no longer black-haired Daisy.  

--Last edited by Daisy on 2009-03-16 17:07:52 --

Gathering up the package and envelope Kovacs moves out into the street again going to visit the Burn for the first time since his new life started.

Of course, Daisy has not heard anything, nor has he noticed Kovacs. Though there's that lingering chill in the air, like this place is made out of ice, or something.

He draws in a deep breath knowing he'll have to wait till after his first set to have a much needed cigarette.

His eyes close momentarily, fingertips fluttering to touch his brow. Finally he looks forward and shakes the thought of Jacques' out of his head because it'll just make him want to run away: and pushing thoughts of that fucking weirdo who tried to pick him up on 9th, because that will just make him...react.

With heavy thudding steps he moves back down. He hopes they remember what songs he wanted to dance to tonight, he's not in the mood to gyrate to anything with too much pulse in it tonight, or his head may explode.

The dj nods to Daisy, he knows what the skirt-wearing boy wants and the song begins.

The first of the melody begins though in his head Daisy is hearing something else. Stuck before the rise of the stage he doesn't even notice the men looking to the barren stage, waiting to see some near-naked beauty entering, but Daisy's stuck there.

The song plays on but in his brain all he can hear is the sound of doors slamming, shower water running, the sound of a sliding door opening and a lighter being cracked to life. He can hear Jacques' voice teasing playfully, the arch his tone takes when he knows that he is playing with him, then the sound of laughter...Daisy's.

His eyes narrow, the dj looks at him like he's insane. 'Fuck this...' with haste he turns on his heal and walks away from the seedy eyes and the crackling music. With his heart beating madly, though sure of himself...more than he's been in years, he heads to the lockers and grabs his stuff. He's had enough of this life.

Let's leave this place...

He knows he agreed.

Just you and me?

It'll be enough.