Vigilantes
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Post by Levenin on Nov 8, 2015 1:02:45 GMT -5
His attire for the evening hadn’t been as complicated as he thought it would be. It seemed ages ago that Levenin had last worn a suit, and even after all of this time, he could tell it didn’t quite fit him in spots. Whatever etiquette his mother had managed to cram into his thick head told him the sleeves were slightly too long, the seams weren’t even on his pants. He was sure any High Class socialites they were certain to meet would notice. Oh well, Ellie had so generously “swindled” it for him and matched sizes to the best of her abilities. She was pretty close for guessing.
Levenin kept adjusting his fake glasses in between stuffing strands of brown back into his wig, both a losing battle. ”Roxy, do you have any other pairs besides these? I can’t get them even,” he called to her through the ladies' room door.
Here he was, fumbling with simple frames while she was busy with everything else— the scar covering, the hair, the face make up, the dress. Being a woman seemed difficult to him sometimes, at least with the societal expectations. Then again, most didn't have so much to hide. Staring back into the mirror to check for more rogue hair strands (there were, of course), Lev hoped Ellie could help him hide the beauty mark after she was done. But who knew when “done” would happen. He’d been ready to go for half an hour now, and in all honesty this suit was growing stuffy and hot the longer the wait went on. The anticipation of a party wasn’t making him feel any better either.
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Nov 8, 2015 1:18:35 GMT -5
Why, with all the advances made with technology and fashion, did wigs still itch so bad? It felt like bugs scratching her scalp on the shaved side of her head. Why couldn't she just have had enough hair for a simple dye job? Her whole face begged for a scratch but she didn't dare risk wiping off the makeup hiding her scars.
It had been difficult finding an outfit that was fashionable and hid the corded muscle of her arms. But as she caught her reflection along the mirrored path into the high estate, she hardly recognized herself. The dress was slimming, the wig a platinum blonde cut that fell down her back. Her scars were nowhere to be seen and her mismatching eyes were hidden behind a pair of large sunglasses. They were designed to work in conjunction with her mod; she'd bought several new, expensive data packs for this evening.
"Stop gawking, Stefan." she hissed to her partner when she saw the way he was looking around, giving his hand a squeeze. She would have preferred to run this solo, but at a high class party being alone just begged to be bothered by everyone that was looking for someone to help continue their line. Lev was a hopeless idiot, but a proven effective distraction. And he hardly looked like himself, with his hair in a new style and color and the beauty mark on his face covered by makeup.
God, please let him not accidentally activate his eye shit while they were here.
The party was largely an excuse for the higher minds in cosmetics, fashion, all things pointlessly pretty, to meet and show off. Officially the party was to unveil the host's new product, but by all the shiny new mods and outfits...everyone was aiming to be the star here.
There was a bit of time before the official unveiling, so now was time to mingle. See if there were any potential marks for a follow up job.
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Vigilantes
Smiley Specialist
he's big enough
Posts: 164
Preferred Name: Nama
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Character Name: Levenin Refure
Main Account: Levenin
Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Nov 8, 2015 1:40:48 GMT -5
His frames, as straightened as they'd ever be, went on just in time for Ellie to exit the bathroom with the final touches having been done. And Lev must’ve looked for a moment too long without realizing before she snapped him out of it. Tucking more hair back underneath the fake blue locks of his wig, he smiled at her sheepishly. ”Was I staring?” he asked. ”It’s just… kinda weird. I mean, you in a dress.”
Of course, Levenin thought she cleaned up nicely. Anyone there were bound to meet at the party would be stupid to not see how stunning she was in this disguise. But why waste a good opportunity to throw in a tease, especially when she wouldn't dare shake him?
”I look like a sad blueberry,” Lev commented with a pout as he turned towards the mirror again. If he kept checking himself out, all he’d do is depress himself. Maybe he could’ve done better with the clothes and hair, but Lev didn’t think he was supposed to outdo his date.
The man held out an arm for her to take, rehearsing their entrance into the main hall just like they had at home. ”Well, let’s get this over with. I’m not really looking forward to this… You're doing most of the talking, right?”
It’d been so long since that last High Class party from years ago, where it’d been stormed by Vigilantes and obscene quantities of violence. The same likely wouldn’t happen tonight, but there was always that thought of how many important people were downstairs right now. Prime targets, all of them. Oh well, they’d gotten out of that mess before. Not like they couldn’t do it again.
However, no amount of teamwork would save how horrible any dancing would be. Levenin really hoped they wouldn’t have to do any of that.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Nov 8, 2015 17:41:18 GMT -5
Once they entered the main room for the party, Ellie dragged Lev off to the side. She gave a forced sort of smile as she adjusted his tie. "Do not draw attention to yourself. I won't have you ruining tonight before I get what I came for." She pushed the knot a little closer to his neck, a threatening gesture that looked like nothing worse than a woman adjusting her boyfriend's tie. "Stay by my side, smile, and try not to trip on your shoes."
She gave his cheek a light pat before grabbing his hand to pull him into the party. There was still some time before the hosts' revealed their new product; it was shrouded in mystery. Nothing she'd been able to dig up in the past weeks since hearing about the party gave any hint as to what they were up to. The thought of it had her anger flaring up and her hand clenching Lev's a little tighter. Getting the passes for this part of the city, fake identities, and invitations to this party had drained her of nearly everything in her bank account. She'd even had to dip into her hidden stash of chips to fund tonight.
She spotted where the dance floor was clearing and being set up. That might be a good way to blend in. "How's your waltz, dear?"
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Vigilantes
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Character Name: Levenin Refure
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Post by Levenin on Nov 8, 2015 18:05:48 GMT -5
Oh God, there were more people here than he anticipated. There was no way he’d make it out of here unscathed, whether by these socialites or by Ellie. Levenin struggled against her hands as she fumbled with his tie. ”It's a bit tight, isn’t it?” he complained, pulling it back down an inch to relieve the strangling. ”I dunno how long I can wear this thing…”
Levenin didn’t mean to sound like he was whining. It was his choice (well, mostly) to come here with her, but even after nights of planning, he still had no idea what for. Something about a huge reveal. Was it technology? A new director of some company or important political position? He was in the dark about it all. And now he was supposed to fake an identity to all of these guests, to pretend he was important as well. According to Ellie, though, they were lowly little leeches on the entire event despite their status. High Class, yes, but nobody would know their names, fake or otherwise. The only reason for their invitations was for the sole purpose of admiring and praising the hosts, and Lev was to never forget that while in character tonight.
He didn’t understand it at all. High Class was a completely foreign world from his own, and he didn’t even remember it being this strange as a student. Oh well. Levenin would go along with it for Ellie’s sake. Whatever was here was valuable and he didn’t question that she needed to know what it was. So for the time being, he was Stefan Schele, a humble family-oriented doctor with his lovely significant other, Roxette (or Roxy, because nicknames were endearing).
The way she squeezed his hands, quite painfully actually, told him he wasn’t the only one of them who was nervous, and Lev took comfort in that. ”It’s, uh, not that great, really… honey.”
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Nov 8, 2015 18:18:43 GMT -5
She knew she should have taught him to dance. Even some basic steps would be helpful to blend in. "Well, good thing I'm here to help you." She put on her best show smile as some high class people glanced their way, giving a polite nod of her head. Okay. Time to sell it.
Switching gears, she spun so she was in front of him, both hands going to hold his lightly at the fingers. "Oh, dear! Do you hear that music? Oh, we simply have to dance, it's been so long!" she cooed, smiling bright as she tugged him back, voice just loud enough for others to hear. "It's been so long since I've been able to drag you away from work, you wouldn't deny me a simple dance, would you?"
She pulled him to the floor as the band began to play a soft tune. Something to ease the guests into their evening. With grace she tended to save for combat, Ellie began to dance, subtly leading Lev through the steps while letting it appear that he was leading. "Mind your feet. Don't look down, just keep track of them." She whispered through clenched teeth, not letting her smile falter. Her own feet found the steps with an ease that made her itch. "And try to not look so nervous. High class means poise and grace. Believe that you belong and no one will question it."
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Vigilantes
Smiley Specialist
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Posts: 164
Preferred Name: Nama
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Character Name: Levenin Refure
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Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Nov 8, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -5
That all too familiar feeling of dread washed over his skin in a tide of goosebumps as Ellie decided that, as someone with very little dancing skill, he should totally be thrust headlong into it. Something told him that jumping in blind instead of doing a gradual easing in was not going to turn out well. ”El- I mean, Rox- please don’t—!”
Levenin tried his best to keep on a smile and not visibly cringe as dozens of strangers laid eyes on the pair. There was no wrestling his hands out of hers so fighting was pointless. Weren’t they supposed to be avoiding the spotlight since they were here to soak up the brilliance of other people? ”N-No, of course not,” he chimed in to her chatter. Her sudden change in voice and demeanor was just a bit off-putting. Not once in a thousand years would he have guessed Ellie could fake such a convincing personality. ”You know me, I’m just so busy… You always know how to keep me grounded...”
Levenin was so awful at this in comparison. He sealed his lips to stop any further embarrassment before moving his hands where they needed to be— one to clasp hers and the other to grip her waist gently as Lev attempted to lead. It was a clumsy start for their waltz, as he nervously brought her closer. This was an uncomfortable amount of contact, at least for them, but how else would they give the illusion of being wildly in love?
”If I don’t look, I’m gonna step on your feet,” he whispered, his eyes straining to stare straight ahead. Lev smiled, though it was so forced that his cheeks began to ache. He shifted focus to her face, for as unrecognizable as it was, Ellie was the only thing keeping him from melting into a puddle of nerves at the moment. ”Where did you even learn this stuff? It all seems so complicated…”
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Will Punch Your Butthole
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Preferred Name: Donut
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Nov 8, 2015 23:35:54 GMT -5
Lev still had no idea about her past, about her life before Evrika. Didn't know about the hours and hours, the months that she'd trained while living with her parents. She didn't have the intelligence that they'd wanted in her, or the looks, but her body had been honed and trained in the art of dance. Skills that she later transformed into fighting. It was still a dance, just one that she enjoyed more.
"I just like to be prepared." She lied, continuing to lead him through the steps. Other couples were beginning to dance around them, ones more set on showing off. They'd gotten attention but soon would be lost in the crowd. Good. She took his hand and lifted it above her head, not hard with their height difference, and gave a twirl.
Giving a girlish laugh, she purposely tripped herself to tumble against him. "We need to get our eyes on the hosts." She whispered in his ear. Then she was pulling back, taking his hand to pull him back off the floor. True to plan, no one gave them more than a spare glance as they left, all eyes on the more talented couples' dances. "There's a doctor friend of theirs, a surefire way in. I want you to talk to him." Part of the real reason she brought Lev with her. False courtesy, pretty smiles, dancing? All of that Ellie could do. What she couldn't do was sound smart enough to fool a doctor.
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Vigilantes
Smiley Specialist
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Posts: 164
Preferred Name: Nama
Character Profile: ♦♦♦
Character Name: Levenin Refure
Main Account: Levenin
Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Nov 9, 2015 1:37:35 GMT -5
”This seems, uhh, overly prepared,” he continued, moving his awkwardly in a lazy circle as the two of them spun together. Lev was sure they weren’t on any kind of rhythm but their own, but the bare minimum of dancing was all he could hope to do. ”You seem to know the steps pretty well. I wish you could’ve taught me a few...”
Levenin glanced around as the floor began to fill with other pairs and soon he couldn’t feel their eyes watching his every move. Finally, maybe he could actually concentrate. He hurriedly caught Ellie in his arms, not realizing he’d wrapped them around her head in his rush to keep his "date" from falling over. ”Sorry, lemme fix your, umm, hair…” Their height difference was something he never really paid attention to until now, right when Levenin was sure he’d ripped her wig off with his chimpanzee arms. Ellie’s side shave would attract attention, though not anything positive.
Levenin had only seconds to verify it was still in place before being dragged off yet again. Really, any kind of game plan to follow would’ve been nice. It felt like the blind leading the blind as he was jostled every which direction.
He stumbled to match her walking pace and leaned down to whisper. ”Talk to him about what? I thought we were here to see something. Are we sneaking into the back and… appropriating it?”
First, she’d wanted Lev to stay quiet and now he was supposed to engage in small talk. It was all so confusing. ”I’m doomed if I talk alone... I’ll do whatever, just… lead me and I’ll think of something… Maybe.” Levenin fixed his tie before offering the usual arm for support.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
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Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Nov 10, 2015 0:28:55 GMT -5
She should have taught him some steps. It was stupid that she didn't--why hadn't she thought to do that? She'd been so distracted trying to get them in that she hadn't put much thought into Lev's part of things. She'd forgotten that he hadn't grown up as she had. He'd lived in the high class, but hadn't been raised there. She'd been stupid to forget that; if tonight failed, it would be on her. Damn it.
"I'm--I'm sorry." She looked about as she apologized, seeing how frazzled he was. She'd let her emotions and nerves get in the way of the job. That was Lev's mistake to make, not hers. She was the professional; she was better than this. "I should have--I should have planned this better. But trust me, whatever the people running this thing are going to reveal tonight, it will be big. And if we can get our hands on how it was made, even a little bit, we can cash in big. I know it."
Or at least, so she hoped. Tonight couldn't be a bust. It couldn't.
"He's a doctor. Maybe you could...talk about doctor stuff? Bond over silly patients or-or something."
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