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tampered2009-09-27 05:48 am
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log | in progress [hell hath no fury]
When; Sept. 28th, early morning
Rating; likely PG/PG-13 for Beast's language
Characters; Beast [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lackingbeauty] & Dorian Grey [nobodyneedknow]
Summary; In typical hot-headed and stubborn Beast fashion, she's gone to search out the gent who made her little sister cry- and likely threaten him to within an inch of his life.
Log;
Beast had always been a stubborn woman. Stubborn and temperamental, able to swing from soft to blazing anger in an instant. But it took more than an instant to calm down after hearing Doll recount the story of her meeting with the man she said was called Dorian Grey. More, because she still wasn't calm or happy. At all.
After all, she'd always been an independant woman herself- she hated to rely on others if she didn't need to, hated to acknowledge her own weaknesses- but one of her values was still family, the few outcasts and misfits that formed the Noah's Ark Circus- and Doll had always been the baby of the bunch. No longer that age, but still the little sister-
Which was why she'd come on her way in to work, turning at the 7th building as instructed, to find the mentioned cafe. Truthfully, Beast hated this atmosphere, this sort of social situation, because she was so painfully unused to it. Gutter trash from East End didn't often end up here, and she hated any situation she wasn't in control or aware of. But she came despite.
Not able to pry a better description from Doll, she set about scanning the few patrons for the one that looked the most well-dressed and arrogant. In her negative view of nobility- that's what a gent was. But at least she had the advantage of the curse's end- she'd never walk in to a situation like this on three legs. One true one, and two crutches. Not in the body of her self from almost ten years past.
No, she stood on two legs to survey the crowd, at least. Even if, with the short leather skirt and crimson stockings, it was somewhat obvious to anyone who looked that it was only a mockery, balljointed knee visible above her boot.
It was enough.
Rating; likely PG/PG-13 for Beast's language
Characters; Beast [
lackingbeauty] & Dorian Grey [nobodyneedknow]Summary; In typical hot-headed and stubborn Beast fashion, she's gone to search out the gent who made her little sister cry- and likely threaten him to within an inch of his life.
Log;
Beast had always been a stubborn woman. Stubborn and temperamental, able to swing from soft to blazing anger in an instant. But it took more than an instant to calm down after hearing Doll recount the story of her meeting with the man she said was called Dorian Grey. More, because she still wasn't calm or happy. At all.
After all, she'd always been an independant woman herself- she hated to rely on others if she didn't need to, hated to acknowledge her own weaknesses- but one of her values was still family, the few outcasts and misfits that formed the Noah's Ark Circus- and Doll had always been the baby of the bunch. No longer that age, but still the little sister-
Which was why she'd come on her way in to work, turning at the 7th building as instructed, to find the mentioned cafe. Truthfully, Beast hated this atmosphere, this sort of social situation, because she was so painfully unused to it. Gutter trash from East End didn't often end up here, and she hated any situation she wasn't in control or aware of. But she came despite.
Not able to pry a better description from Doll, she set about scanning the few patrons for the one that looked the most well-dressed and arrogant. In her negative view of nobility- that's what a gent was. But at least she had the advantage of the curse's end- she'd never walk in to a situation like this on three legs. One true one, and two crutches. Not in the body of her self from almost ten years past.
No, she stood on two legs to survey the crowd, at least. Even if, with the short leather skirt and crimson stockings, it was somewhat obvious to anyone who looked that it was only a mockery, balljointed knee visible above her boot.
It was enough.