A Gruesome Ride - Open

[noemi]

Shhhh. The subway doors closed with a swishing sound, not that there were many people around to hear it. There were only a handful of travelers on this particular subway ride, something that she mentally thanked. Walking down the dark streets at ten at night, she hadn’t been able to catch her reflection in any store windows. Now, in the well-lit subway car, she could easily see her reflection in the many panes of glass that lined the mode of transportation. What she saw was grisly and macabre, something that made her want to simultaneously scowl and laugh at the absurdity of it all.

She blamed her father, she really did. He was a butcher… and an untrusting one at that. He only allowed a handful of people to man the front counter at Capra Meats and his daughter, Noemi, was one of them. On this particular Saturday night, she had been invited to go see some obscure action flick at a dollar theater, but had to refuse because she had promised her dad she would work from four to ten. Stupid, stupid family ties! She was cursing them.

Especially now, since she had to ride home on the subway with bright red blood spilled down the front of her ‘that’s what she said’ shirt. It wasn’t even her fault… she had been cleaning some excess blood up that had dribbled onto the floor when her dad entered the back room. The swinging door had swung right into her, sending her smearing across the small puddle of blood. Delicious, right? Her dad had thought it was hilarious, but Noemi hadn’t. Especially not when he wouldn’t offer her his jacket to wear home, claiming he didn’t want to get blood on it.

The walk from her father’s store to the subway hadn’t been too bad. Nobody had really noticed the blood, since the fading street lights didn’t offer much visibility at night. She imagined it looked like a stain of some other substance – chocolate sauce, maybe, or marinara. Still, by the time she got to the subway station (with it’s stupid and bright fluorescent lighting) her face was burning with embarrassment. It took a lot to embarrass her, but evidently blood smeared across one of her favorite t-shirts would get the job done.

So now the brunette was sitting alone in an uncomfortable subway seat (who wanted to sit next to the girl who looked like she had just committed a crime?) and staring at her reflection in the glass pane across from her. Eventually her brown eyes traveled up from the stain across her blue shirt to look at her other features. Her hair didn’t have any blood on it… not any she could see, anyway. The sharp bob was still looking okay. Her jeans had some blood on them, too, but mostly on her knees from when she had kneeled before standing up.

Still, Noemi was mentally cussing her father out for making her look like some Carrie reject.

[.eornoM adlitaM ybuR]

Ruby sat lazily on the plastic seat of the subway, bare legs crossed, seeing as her skirt didn't cover much. She had been on the thing through many stops, traversing from her apartment to a favored clubbing district for the night. Her purse sat on the seat next to her, her nose buried in an Alternative Press mag, her lips pursing and brows slightly furrowed.

She was in no way pleased with the new alternative music.. what with the whole, Paramore and Cobra Starship and Boys Like Girls and and, well, she figured she had to make it a point to give them all a lethal visit. None of the so called 'musicians' deserved to take another breath into their god-awful voices as far as she was concerned. Flipped by a few pages she stumbled across a decent article and stopped her tracks, a little sigh escaping her lips when she skimmed through it, relaying old news she didn't wish to read over again.

In small exasperation, she flipped the thing back into her purse, rolled up as if she was going to potty train a puppy. She straightened her back and re-adjusted the front of her shirt, a black camisole was attached underneath the chopped up grey T. The T's front was hashed majorly in the front, like she had been attacked herself, a ragged slash going down the front to make sure the low cut cami was in view, making the top all the more club appropriate.

The train came to an abrupt stop, as it always did, as the intercom came on, announcing the letter and streets and such. Ruby knew the damn things well, well enough to know by a internal clock this wasn't hers. Just a few more.

But as the doors opened, a few men and women, late workers in suits spilling out and headed for home, a young woman came walking in. Ruby didn't see her so much as smell her first. A large scowl erupting on her face as the stench. Ugh, animal blood. She almost felt a faint headache come about, along with nausea, but she suppressed it.

Her face rose to meet the person responsible. Ah, what a strange sight. Ruby's eyebrows rose considerably under her large thick rimmed glasses, her blue eyes inspecting the girl as she sat in the isle across from her. Red lips pulled up in the slightest manner words forming to address the poor gal.

"What the fuck happened to you? Releasing some anger on unassuming cows?"

[/b] The words were blunt, but hinted tat Ruby was being facetious. Considering there were no cows roaming about New York.. she hoped the girl would catch on to that.

The girl's overall appearance though, besides the fact that she was marred by animal blood, was seemingly neat and tidy. Or at least an attempt to be. Ruby's mind tried to figure out a realistic explanation for the girl's state. Her mind went to the first thing it could conjure, knowing what she did know, and that was werewolf... but underlying scents didn't betray that of her, so that option was eliminated. No, this chick in front of her was one hundred percent human... so the only other thing that came to mind was butcher. How barbaric.

Shoving her bias aside, Ruby continued to another. What kind of girl working in a butcher's shop would wear a white shirt? A cackle resounded internally. Ruby mentally noted to ask it of her soon enough.[/blockquote]

500 words, and outfit such as this and tunes like nothing D; was watching Sons of Anarchy makes for this post here. and another thing, Ruby is blunt, don't be intimidated xD by me or her :x!.

[noemi]

So far, so good. Nobody was coming over to probe her about her appearance. No grandma was tutting at her and no weirdoes were making weird comments in her direction. She had once had a pair of teenagers come into the shop when she was on duty behind the pristine white counter. They hadn’t purchased anything, but they had bothered her for about ten minutes with questions like ‘do you cut the meat? What does it feel like?’ and ‘do you have to use, like… special knives?’ until her father came out and told them to buy something or get the hell out of his shop. They had left, then, the bell above the door chiming merrily as they left the store. Some very strange people were attracted to the shop. She had no idea why. To her, since she grew up with her father working there, it was completely normal. He cut the meat for customers. End of story. But she guessed it was probably because it was very rare to see a butchery anymore. Most people bought their turkeys or pieces of steak wrapped in shrink wrap in the grocery store.

The store had almost gone out of business once, when a no-meat fad diet craze swept into the city. That had sucked, she remembered that. She had only been about seven or so, but her mother and father had told their two girls that they might have to move across the city and start up a new business. Noemi’s older sister, Susie, had cried because she didn’t want to leave her friends. Noemi had cried because she didn’t want to have to find another park to play in on Saturdays.

Oh. Damn. It looked like she wasn’t going to escape the day without someone asking her about the red liquid (more of a brownish red now, since it was drying) on her shirt. The speaker, a girl sitting across from Noemi, was… well, she looked cool. That was the only way Noemi could describe her. She looked damn cool and faintly reminded Noemi of a friend’s girlfriend. “Yeah,” she said slowly, not at all bothered by the language that spewed out of her mouth. Hey, she hung around some people that used ‘fuck’ as often as ‘the.’ “It was kind of hard finding cows in the city, but I think the search was definitely worth it.”

She absentmindedly reached up to brush her hair off of her forehead. Her bangs were starting to get too long, as they touched the bottom of her eyebrows. Soon she would have to take her metal scissors out of a drawer in her kitchen and cut them. Well. She might go to a salon and get them cut. She’d rather be safe than sorry when it came to cutting her own hair. After all, she’d have to live with the results for a few months before her hair was long enough to cut again.

“I work at a butchery,” she explained after a moment. “Someone bumped into me.” It wasn’t exactly true, since her dad had bumped into a door and then the door bumped into her, but… she didn’t think the woman really cared about details.

[.eornoM adlitaM ybuR]

Ruby grinned a wide closed mouth grin at her, her eyes squinting a little from under her obnoxious glases before she let out a little laugh. She could immediately tell her and this chick would get along. Sarcasm was a lovely thing that you found often in New York, along with assholes. But hey, love it or leave it. Niceness will get you nowhere in this city if you planned on staying for long. The only thing Ruby hated were these damn tourists that complained about every little fucking thing. It was almost refreshing to find a face that could take it. A little bit sad, really, although still a very nice thing.

"Oh I see,"

[/b] Ruby said, nodding her head, the pleasant grin still planted on her painted lips, "That was my hunch," she went on to say. Butcheries really weren't that uncommon in New York, considering there was no room for grocery stores. Most meat came from butcheries, or bodegas, if you planned on actually preparing it yourself that is. Ruby, however, the vampire that she was, had thankfully forgotten the taste of animal flesh. Repulsive, whenever she had gotten the guts to nibble on a medium rare steak. Eugh!

"So I suppose you're the girl to call when I have a Halloween party?"[/b] Ruby beamed up at her, analyzing while she did so, "You don't look like the butchering type."[/b] Which truly, the slender woman in front of her didn't, with her healthy dose of make up and haircut. You'd think to find some heavy brute of a lady in there behind the counter with a mole. Interesting. Her appearance pleased Ruby, something different like herself. Ruby missed the bob, terribly. She could never pull on off for herself, or at least it'd have to be a longer one, her face was much to round for it, not long enough. If she were to sport one she'd look like a child, but this female in particular pulled it off wonderfully.

It was only then that Ruby realized she was thinking about the girl without a name in mind, "I don't think I got your name, mine's Ruby, at any rate,"[/b] she introduced herself, extending her hand forward and up from where she sat.[/blockquote]

373 words, and outfit such as this and tunes like shuffled makes for this post here. and another thing, shortnesss, forgive me :/.