Are We Just Lost In Time? (OPEN)

[lucyloo]

Lucy began wandering down the street that was directly outside her apartment. It led directly to times square, well at least to one of the main streets near it. She had no need for a car. Traffic was hectic always and she had a short fuse for anything anymore. Yes, She had previously owned one. But shortly after moving into the city, she kept it in her garage. Only for use if she was ever going to travel to the outer parts of the city, or even the state. She took a sharp right and veered onto one of the main streets. Having nothing in her pockets except a few dollars and some lint. Even in one of the most crowded cities in the entire country, she felt alone. She stared at one of the stores, yet still open. Although it wasn’t that late into the night for them to be closed. It was all but ten o’clock.

It had towers of perfumes in boxes stacked on top of each other in the front window. She remembered this store, she used to pass it nightly, heading to the bar. Now that she didn’t go out much, she forgot about it. She drew her attention away from the store window and onto the sidewalk that she was currently standing on. Tons and tons of people were out now, yet another reason why she didn’t come out early that often. She inhaled sharply and began slaloming through the crowd of people on the sidewalk. She bumped into many more people than she originally planned. She didn’t apologize, even if she did, there was a slim chance that they would even hear her over the roar of the traffic and other people around her.

She stumbled out of the crowd and onto the ledge of the sidewalk. It was also the beginning of a road crossing. She looked down the street and cars were piled up for miles, well at least as far as she could see. She looked back across the street waiting for the white impersonation of a pedestrian to appear on the sign instead of the orange hand that glowed in the distance. She waited for about five minutes and finally it had changed to the sign she wanted. She looked down the street briefly to make sure no one had attempted to run the light before she tried to cross the road. They didn’t, so she began trailing down across the street as if she was the most important person there. There was an almost guarantee that she wasn’t but she needed to boost her self confidence somehow. She had reached the opposing sidewalk from which she traveled and began walking down it. Sometimes, she, herself, wondered why anyone would want to move to New York.

[Rose Decumbry]

Apperal

Rose loved New York. Loved the feeling of it. How everyone was so compacted together, like rats in a lab. Walking down the busing streets of New York only made her hunger breach itself. She smiled, she'd eat well tonight. She really was becoming a danger to society.

Maybe they should lock her up.

Was that safe though? Because honestly, wouldn't they get a tad bit suspicious when Rose never died. Flipping some dirty blond hair over her shoulder, she caught a whiff of her perfume. Maybe that was why people were following her..

She frowned.

Seriously fuckers. She was already in a relationship. She told Tyson that he had no reason to be a jealous man. So much for that. Was her outfit to provocative? Her stilettos clicked on the pavement, and her diamond's sparkled in the dark sky.

Flown out for another photo shoot. She wished Tyson could have came this time to see that there really was nothing to worry about. She smiled to herself, her short muscular body waiting for the white sign to pop up. So much more different then being in London.

Her sprite like qualities were what got her this job in the first place. The thought sparked her mind as she saw someone reading a magazine with her face on it. Flipping some hair over her shoulder she rolled her shoulders.

1, 2, 3

3, 2, 1

It was a breathing technique she had to use. To keep her cool. It usually always happened whenever she saw herself somewhere. The fear of being swamped and 'accidentally' hurting someone plagued her mind constantly.

Her blue eyes stared ahead, her hair flying over to her shoulders, grazing the tips of her pale skin. Lips sparkling and eyes glowing, she had an intention tonight.

And no. It wasn't to tear someone's throat out.

Again.

Like that poor innocent blond vampire. Lucy was her name? Ugh. Yes. That was her. The one who thought she actually mattered in Rose's eyes. Trying her best to tell Rose off on a plane. Well. She chuckled to herself crossing the lane. It was a complete and utter fail. Rose had laughed at her face. Laughed because really, it was embarrassing on Lucy's side.

No one could embarrass Rose.

And even if they did they would never know. Rose just had the effect of keeping her cool, and her face emotionless. Something that most people couldn't possibly fathom having. She smiled to heself as she looked up. Oh.

She was in Times Square.

And something stank.

[lucyloo]

Lucy kept wandering down the sidewalk and stopped, yet again, to look into a store window. She inhaled sharply and pursed her upper lip. She knew that smell, she could tell it apart from anywhere. Great, another fight? No, of course not. It’s not like Rose to get ‘gory’ around the public. She ignored it, the smell anyway. She would have to solve that when she got closer to it. She kept walking down the sidewalk and bumped into a couple of people. Yet another thing about New York that she couldn’t stand. It was like people purposely got into your way, all the time.

She passed by many stores. Most of them starting to close, even though to her, it wasn’t all that late. She kept her stare straight ahead as she moved further, and further into Times Square. That was the only part that she liked about the ‘inner-city’. The middle of times Square itself. She arrived at yet another street crossing. Why was she crossing so many streets? She really didn’t know. Something to keep her occupied before only a select few were still left wandering the dark alleys that branched away from the square. She fiddled with the fabric hanging from the bow tied around her dress, while waiting for the sign to change yet again.

Her mind wandered. About Rose, yes again. Lucy could understand that, yes, she was famous. And she didn’t have time for little people like herself. But what had made her so peeved at her in the first place. It was useless to think about those kinds of things. Considering that neither of them spoke to one another, they only fought, and/or got on each other’s nerves. She looked up and saw the sign switch quickly. She looked down the street yet again, and crossed it. As she ventured down the busy sidewalk, a horn blast in her ear. She looked abruptly to the side and saw an angry man in a car, obviously in a rush to get wherever he was going. She shook her head, people are idiots. I swear… She trailed the thought and zoned back into reality.

ATTIRE

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose sat high perched on a rock. Smiling. Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. The poor girl barely even knew how to stick up for herself. New York city street's should have prevented that. Should have stopped that lack of voice right then and there. Shouldn't it have? A smile danced opon her frail lips.

Lucy never learned though.

Crossing her defined theighs over each other she waited. Waited for Lucy. To draw nearer. Flipping hair over her shoulder she knew Lucy hated her. And she hated Lucy. Simple math. She watched the busy streets of New York and sighed. So much blood. Blood that boiled. Blood that had been contaminated. Blood that would fulfill hunger.

Her hunger.

She smiled at the people that walked by her. Stared at her. Whispered about her after she had been out of their hearing. Or at least they thought. But no. She could hear them. She always could. They would never escape her ears.

She smiled to herself, arms crossed. Poor babies. They were like pigs going to the slaughter house. They knew it too. Knew that the disappearances in their friends, or even complete strangers was something bad.

But they didn't know who was behind it. Did they? Oh no. No one knew the big bads behind it. Vampires. She slid out her phone and absently slid it back into her pocket. Her lip glosse glimmering in the light, she almost felt bad for them. The mortals. She scoffed and realized what she was talking about.

Well. Thinking.

The humans were on the bottom of the food chain. Right above werewolves. That's how it worked. They serviced them. They got treated well...nicely. Swiping a hand across her cheek riding of invisible dirt, she felt Lucy draw nearer.

That Cheshire Grin danced up opon her lips. "Lucy..I'm home.." The cackle erupted from her throat. Oh how she loved teasing.

[lucyloo]

Lucy kept walking down the sidewalk. Maneuvering through the crowds of people gathered everywhere. Idiots. Bloody idiots. She wandered further and further down the streets as some people began fleeing from the square. Most likely getting too late for their tastes. But never for Lucy, for her this was just the beginning of the night. The beginning of her prowl. She smirked. People were so unaware of their surroundings it was ridiculous. Unaware of the danger that they faced when they stepped away from someone they knew, stepped away from the public for more than a second. They eventually got what they deserved.

She crossed another alleyway and as soon as she stepped onto the sidewalk the smell got stronger. The smell that she’d been trying to avoid for the past fifteen minutes. The smell of Rose. God, was there ever a time that she could get the fuck away from her?! The only time she did come in contact with her was when she wanted to rip Lucy’s face off. Literally. She shrugged it off. It was almost a routine thing. That would hopefully cease but, she doubted that option. She walked further down the sidewalk and passed by more and more stores.

She got about midway down the street and saw Rose perched on a rock. She almost looked like a bird in the position she was sitting in. But she had no song to sing, at least not yet. She was sure she would hear one as soon as she passed by her. Something Rose had to say to her. Every time. Something different. But it still revolved around the same type of response. An insult. Nothing more, nothing less. She started down the street again and put on a face. A fake face. The one that she carried around with her all the time. Her oh-I’m-just-being-nice-because-I-have-to face. She chuckled to herself, then again, when was she ever nice. To anyone? She got to the near ending of the street and passed by Rose. “Hello Rose. Wonderful to know you’re back in town.” Lucy trailed the sentence and walked to the end of the street. Yet another sign to wait on to cross.

[Rose Decumbry]

The laughter only rose as Lucy tried to ignore her. Rose smirked. "Thanks. I love the warm welcoming." She grinned widely, and hopped up. Like Dani said, she was like a sprite. His little tinkerbelle. Good thing she was like a sister to him. Her heart belonged to Tyson. The man she went through hell for. The relationship moving steadily along. Just how she never had it. She was barely touching the hard gravel as she skipped around the people surronding Lucy. Giggling and flitting as she went.

She was literally crawling in her skin.

She leaned against the stop light that Lucy had stopped out and reapplied her lipgloss. "So. What have you been up to lately, Luc? Being a boring old homebody like your used to?" The smirked flitted across her, and the light changed. She was the first one across the crosswalk, dancing and twirling.

The eyes of everyone on her.

They'd think her odd. Strange. Insane even. But they wouldn't be able to look away. No matter how much their eyes strained, they would be trailing her every movement. She knew this. She had eyes on her everyday. Watching her face. Her lips. Her eyes. Her body.

It was her job after all.

She looked back and saw Lucy's expression. Awe. Such a sad sight to see. She smirked through her faux pout. "Lucy, aren't you just thralled to see me?"

In fact. Rose knew she wasn't. After all the cuts, burns, and scars Rose had played out on her. She wouldn't be happy to see her either.

That's why, when a little demon she liked to call Demon Rose, took over. She tended to do some drastict things. Like. Lets say..hold werewolves up against ceiling fangs. Light a burning building on fire with her body still within it.

And just the other day she had the oddest daydream. That she had clawed her eyes out, slit all the pores in her body open, hung herself upside down, and let the blood drip dry out of her body. The daydream itself was very horrific, and grotesque. But she enjoyed it.

Because judgement day always came.

Rose knew it.

She also knew that she couldn't escape it.

Couldn't fight it.

She didn't let that show through her playful expressions and movements either. She reached the other end of the crosswalk, and leaned her small frama against the pole.

Rose was just a bad nightmare Lucy would never get rid of.

[lucyloo]

Lucy grinned. “Why yes, how did you know? You must know me all to well.” She pushed her emotions aside. Not the day to bring up meaningless things. She saw the sign switch and she strolled across, not as cheery as Rose had, but it wasn’t a depressing expression either. “And I’m thrilled to see you again Rose.” Not much sarcasm was forced into that comment. She was tired of playing this game. Either Rose hated her, or she hated her. That was it.

She crossed the street and passed by Rose, peeking at her from the side of her eyes. She smiled and turned down the road that was the way she was leaned toward.

She passed by a vendor and picked up an apple and handed him a dollar. She turned back toward Rose and rubbed the side of the apple on part of her dress.

“Want one?”

She knew it did no good, but she loved the taste of apples. The sweet red gala apples, compared next to the sour green granny smith apples. It was like comparing Rose to Lucy. Rose would be the sour apple, and Lucy would be the sweet one. Well, most of the time anyways.

She picked up another one, incase Rose did take her offer.

She turned and walked by Rose again.

“I heard about your new guy. Tyson was it?”

She interrupted by taking a bite out of her apple and swallowing.

“Things going well?”

She leaned against the brick wall of the neighboring building and let her mind wander for a while. She had never had a boyfriend. She didn’t really think about it until just now. She never really needed one. She always thought they would only get in the way of what she wanted to do.

Then again, for Rose it seemed to be working out just fine. She still had time to harass Lucy and be with her boyfriend at the same time. She smirked at the thought.

She did seem to be quiet the multitasker.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose turned on Lucy eyes red, ad shoved her up against the wall. "Don't ever speak of his name again if you value what little life you have left." She said, the tone in her voice threatening. And Lucy knew all too well, that she would follow through. Taking a shuddering breath in and letting it out. No one. She was no one. Lucy was no one to her. Curling her upper lip she let her go, removing elbow from her throat. She stared at Lucy and looked at the apple that had fallen in the movements. "Better pick that up.." She laughed a short laugh, and flipped her hair over her shoulder, turning toe.

She knew Lucy would try and follow her, try and yell at her. Call her a bitch or whatever. The proceeding's of whatever. But she dared to speak his name. Tysons. Her boyfriends. She danced around the people disappearing quickly within the crowd.

Oh. How rude. She forgot to tell Lucy something. Though, rather she would be showing her. Her little sprite laugh erupted. The people around her were too busy. Taling on their phones, or trying to catch a taxi. Ah, New York. What a refreshing whiff of fresh blood. Boiling blood. Tempermental blood. Relaxed blood. Dirty blood. Clean blood. Thick blood. Thin blood.

The glorious works of it all.

Licking her lips and adding moisture to them, she raised her left palm. Like a student would in class. Expect she was no student. Raising her middle finger, lowering the rest. All could see and guess what this gesture was. The smirk on her gloss was one of vanity.

So what if she was full of herself. Who the hell wasn't these days?

Rose herself was getting rather bored with these little run ins with Lucy.Well. No. That was a lie. She was having fun toying with her. Thinking she was actually going to be nice to her. She scoffed and snapped her fingers. A taxi pulled up and she stepped in. "The Hilton hotel please." Her British voice whispering in a breath. They pulled away from the cab.

Rose herself sank back into the seat. Yes. Relaxtion. Finally. She loved being her.