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 New in the Big Apple, Tag: Stefne
played by Yvonne20 posts
18 years
None
34 points
New York was a new monster to her, big, shiny, bright at all hours of the night. She'd not quite had the guts to face it since coming to New York, having hidden in the Coven house since her brother had brought her to the city, but she was cooped up...and, frankly, tired as hell of being stuffed into a room. She knew it was for her own good, to keep her safe, but she was so damn tired of it. So she'd secured a tracking bracelet from her brother with the express permission that she would keep it on during her outing. She'd refused any other spells, insisting she would be just fine, and headed out into the city. The truth was she had told the cabby from behind the fur of the collar of her jacket to hide her mouth that she just wanted to visit Times Square.

She had no real aim in her walk, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets, her bright chocolate hued eyes taking in the sights as she walked along. Black hair fell in a silken straight sheet down her back, pinned to the back of her head with a vibrant pink candystriped plastic rose, a set of fluffy pink earmuffs settled over her ears for warm, and the jacket itself was very purposefully covering everything from the nose down in a manner that hide the stitches her mouth was effectively, making it easier to blend into the pedestrians still busily walking about the street...well most of them were walking. She'd come across more than a dozen couples just openly making out with one another on the sidewalk, which had drawn Taylor's eyes in a way that had stuck for a few moments before she moved on with several blinks.

She'd just stopped outside of a clothing store, its bright display in the window casting her in vivid light. Slowly her head tilted as she looked at the pretty pink dress in the window, a smile curving beneath the lip of the jacket and imprinting a pair of dimples deep into her cheeks as she lifted a gloved hand from her pocket to touch the glass in front of her. In her inattention her head lifted to get a better look at the cloth of the thing, and the jacked slipped. She wasn't even aware of it...not until a child beside her let out a sudden shriek that startled the holy hell out of her. She jumped, turning her head towards a woman and her kid. Both were staring wide eyed at Taylor like she'd gorwn a second and third head while standing there.

That was when she caught sight of herself in the window, bright red stitches where her lips should be, parted slightly to reveal darkness inside and a red felt tongue as she began to speak in confusion but stopped abruptly. Her face flushed darkly and both hands scrambled to lift the jackets lapel around her face, her sneakers taking her back a couple of steps out of the bright light of the window as the woman grabbed her kid and drug him away. It was a little to late, of course, several eyes were just staring at her wide, whispers and loud talking back and forth as she back tracked another step towards the mouth of an alley.

played by StefneMember69 posts
19 years
Librarian at Walsh's Books
71 points
You're going to go far, kid


With whatever weird new determination she somehow got from her breakdown in her room, she’d thrown out a shit ton of shitty clothes. She liked having worn shit –holes, bleach stains, faded colors– because it was just her style. Plus, from her childhood, she learned to keep clothes around even if they looked old and fucked up. She made shit last and she was damn proud of that but once she started looking like she lived in a dumpster, even she accepted that she needed new shit. So, having a smoke first, she took a cab downtown to the Old Navy in Times’ Square. It was a fucking trek for sure, but she didn’t mind it.

Actually, on the way there, she stopped at the M&Ms store and herself a bagful of the shit. The price was fucking ridiculous but if eating a pound of chocolate could keep her nicotine cravings in the dark for a few hours, it was worth it. Yeah, that’s fucking right! Her smoking had been fucking crazy with all her stress happening that she actually felt winded during her hunts. She needed to cut back on that shit if she was going to be protecting the pride. They needed her and she was still around despite the shit she did.

Stuffing her face, the rest of the way to the store, she paid the guy and, as she turned toward the store, she reached into her pocket and lit up. Ah, fuck. It was a fucking habit, for sure. She did it without thinking… well, she wasn’t about to waste it. Slipping the bag of chocolate into her jacket pocket, she leaned back against the front of the building –making sure she was far away enough from the door– and smoked.

So, lucky her, she had a front row seat to some motherfucking kid screaming his fucking head off and pointing at some girl… the fuck, she sewn her mouth shut? Nah, wait, her fucking mouth moved and the stitches moved with it. The fuck? And he tongue looked weird too. Eventually the mom dragged that little son of a bitch away, still screaming, and Paw’s attention went back to the stitch girl who was moving back into an alley. She didn’t react the same way if someone had done that shit to themselves. She looked scared, ashamed, like she couldn’t help that shit. Paw watched her back off, finishing off her cig, flicking off ash.

She’d gotten a little soft since Eros joined. Poor guy didn’t know shit about anything and what time she spent with him was busy teaching him how to do things. It had felt nice to help someone, especially him being Pride. Growing up, it had been other people who’d helped her, so turning that around felt like she accomplished something for once…

Taking one last drag, she dropped and stomped out her cig –making sure there were no cops around to see it– and sauntered back to the alley where the girl disappeared to. She saw here there in the light shadows, the afternoon sun streaking through the buildings. One hand in her jacket pocket with the M&Ms, her other hand lifted in a wave. “Uh… you okay?”

played by Yvonne20 posts
18 years
None
34 points
The whole point in coming to New York was to afford her more freedom. Get her out of the house she'd been locked inside for so many months as her parents tried helping, than simply seemed to be slowly giving up. It had been meant as a way to start over, a new life. A new Taylor...sure,s he was cursed, but with no likely help looming on the horizon, she had to learn to live with what she was now. To the rest of the world she was a freak, something to be terrified of, or to make fun of. It depended on who you saw, who saw her...what they thought after they saw. However, now, standing inside the Alley, her hands pressed into her eyes as she cried softly into her palms, her back to the mouth of the alley, she was already wondering if it was even worth attempting. This world couldn't accept her, why would they? They hadn't been able to accept her in her school for more simplistic things. Being gay, being light skinned, being mixed....how in the hell would anyone be able to see her now and not see a monster?

There was a footstep behind her but she only huddled closer to the wall, sniffling softly as she wiped at her eyes, gathering the jacket up closer to her nose and mouth and forcing the tears away. When the woman spoke she sniffed again, forced herself to stand straight, and shrugged a shoulder. "I'm..ffffine." Do you know how difficult it was to make a sound with stitches for lips and felt for your tongue? It had taken so long to work with it that she was lucky she could speak coherently now. Turning a bit and lifting a hand she swept the silken length of black hair from her face, tucking a few loose strands behind an ear as she brought her chocolate hues to the other woman, the fur of her jacket pulled up just beneath her nose so that the majority of her face was at least uncovered.

"Just...takinnn...." She shook her head and started again. "Takin-ing a break." Oh sure, it wasn't bad enough she looked like some kind of science experiment gone horrifically wrong, she had to sound like she was daft in the head to boot. It did wonders to your ego when you both looked like a monster and spoke like you had no sense in your head. Which she did, she wasn't an idiot, but she definitely sounded awkward and slow.


played by StefneMember69 posts
19 years
Librarian at Walsh's Books
71 points
You're going to go far, kid


Who the fuck was she to see if this stranger was okay? And who the fuck was she to care at all? Yeah, she’d always had some sympathy about those that weren’t human, especially those that looked different. Whether shit like that could be helped or not, fuck being normal. She’d never been normal in her whole fucking life, even as a human. So, when she found herself walking around the building to some random alley in the middle of the city with a stranger… well, yeah, her alarms were going off and she should’ve just fucking gone into the store to get her jeans, but there she was, talking to some stranger to make sure she was okay. Fuck. Jarek was rubbing off on her now.

“Oh, yeah, you totally fucking sound fine. That’s why I can smell tears on ya, yeah?” She didn’t comment on her weird speech as much as she wanted to. Paw had seen those weird lips, that soft felty tongue. Who the fuck wouldn’t talk funny with that shit? Stuffing her other hand in her pocket, she took another step forward, but only one. Despite this weird fucking urge to help this random girl, instincts still told her to cool it, not go too far.

But when the girl turned, sweeping her hair back, and looking up at her with those eyes… Fuck, her stomach flipped completely over. Paw’s jaw set so hard, grinding her molars out of pure stubbornness. She’d only felt that way for one other person, but her reaction hadn’t been so… immediate. This girl’s eyes were so, so fucking dark, like they were completely black. She swallowed down hard.

“A break, huh? A break from what?” Her heart was fucking pounding out of her chest and she could feel her face start to get hot. Fuck, fuck, fuck!


played by Yvonne20 posts
18 years
None
34 points
Instantly her focus shifted from her own pity party moment to the scent of tears. This had her blinking at her hands where she could feel the moisture from wiping her face. "Smell them?" She asked curiously, obviously doubtful, lifting her hand to her nose and sniffing at it. This only produced a scrunched up nose as she eyed her instead and perked a single slender eyebrow up towards the lining of her dark hair. "I can't smell it...especially in here, it stinks down here." She mumbled the last bit as it seemed to hit her, her hand now closing around her nose slightly and her gaze darting around her surroundings. That was one thing that New York had on her hometown. It smelled like millions of people lived there. Which was true, she supposed, but it definitely didn't smell good...

She brought her eyes back around to the other woman in the lower light of the alley, slowly lowering her hand from her face and tucking her fingers around the cuffs of the sleeves of her jacket, watching her for a long moment. Oh, she was pretty....no she was gorgeous. With blonde hair and light eyes, heavy brows. For a long quiet few seconds, she just stared at her blinking slowly, her fingers pulling at the cloth of her new jacket, her lips, or more stitches, pressed against one another behind the fur lining of the collar of the jacket. It wasn't until the other woman actually asked a question and broke the silence that she blinked herself out of the staring contest they seemed to be in. Immediately a small heat rose in her cheeks, flooding across her darker complexion in a rose like hue as she looked away and lifted a hand, waving around as if to indicate everything all at once.

"Oh, you know, people." She slowly nodded her head, dropping her hand and clasping them in front of her, fingers moving across each other back and forth for a second. "Staring eyes, screaming children...." She rolled her shoulders in a slow shrug, her gaze once more rounding from the walls of the alley she had been studying to land on the other woman's face once more. "So I'm not so much fine, but....I will be. Kind of gotta be, right?"

the more she spoke the more she seemed to get the hang of the sounds, the rolls of the letters. It was only short simple responses that she seemed to trip up over, or at least that's how it seemed for the moment. give her a second, she was sure she'd trip up and sound like a garbled german translation over an am radio station.


played by StefneMember69 posts
19 years
Librarian at Walsh's Books
71 points
You're going to go far, kid


Paw squinted at the girl. Yeah, smell. Paw never really gave a shit if people knew she was a lycan or not. She had nothing to hide. Shit shouldn’t be something to hide, be ashamed of, or anything. Shit happens, her father was a twat, and she was who she was now. Nothing she could fucking do about it. Even if there was, she wouldn’t do it. She liked who she was, what she could be, what she could do. Fuck all who didn’t.

Lips bunched to the side, eyeing as the girl smelled her hand and scrunched her nose. Why was that so fucking… cute? Badass motherfucker Paw Bosko just thought of the word cute.

“Yeah, it stinks, smells like shit in here. But I can fucking smell that shit on your face right now. So, unless you’re pretty fucking happy that kid screamed at you, don’t deny it.” And back to regular Paw.

Yeah, the girl was pretty and cute and small as fuck like she could fit in a pocket or some shit. Fuck off, dumbfuck. Shit like that was for her sister, not for her. Paw like hard booze, smoked like a chimney in winter, played her music loud with the bass turned up, her started fights and ended them. She didn’t fucking think shit like that about strangers. Nah, this bitch had a nice ass. That was it!

“You don’t fucking gotta be. That kid is a cuntfuck with a whore mom who’d rather raise the next Hitler than fucking teach some fucking manners.”

She blinked and took a deep breath, brows pulled down low and hard. She’d never wanted to sink into the ground and disappear more than she did right now. Despite her effort to sound like her old self, she was still trying to make this stranger feel better. Why? Because she felt sorry for her or because she was cute? Or both? Fuck!


played by Yvonne20 posts
18 years
None
34 points
Taylor considered what she'd said, obviously nonplussed by the sudden attitude shift as she considered what she said. "It really does smell like shit down here." She mumbled. Which begged the question, why had she thought backing into an alley like some kind of homeless person had been a great option. At the mention of what was on her face she swept her palms over her cheeks and sniffed a few times before clearing her throat. "It'sss..." Another shake of her head as she stopped speaking for a second, her nose scrunching up all over again as she tried once more. "..I'm use to it." She shrugged her slender shoulders, bouncing up on the toes of her shoes as she considered the woman in front of her, fingers clasping around the hems on the sleeves of her jacket as she studied her for a moment with bright eyes.

Her mouth, or stitches more so, twitched up at the corners just beyond the brim of the furr on her jacket that she had pulled up over to cover it. This set a pair of dimples briefly into her cheeks, not deep for the moment as it was a small and fleeting smile, but one that seemed to change her entire expression from sad to happy like flipping a switch. Her hands came around to press together in front of her as she glanced around her, and back to her face a couple of times, before stepping closer so that she wasn't so much hidden in the shadows.

"Yeah, I guess so." She shrugged her shoulders, her head tilting to the side just a bit as she curled her fingers around the hems of her sleeves again and gently rubbed her knuckles back and forth against one another. "Thank you. You know for checking on me. I guess I'm not really use to anyone giving a crap if I'm alright. I mean my brother does, generally, but I think I fly under the radar on a lot of people."

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