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"Close Your Eyes?" Lucy let out a small laugh between her lips, which complimented the way she held the cigarette in her mouth as she spoke, "I should give them a check-out," she pulled the cigarette from her lips after speaking, letting out a nicotine cloud of smoke emit from her feminine touched lips. Holding the cigarette in her left hand, between her fingers, she ran her spare hand--her right hand--through her pink, straight hair. Moments later, Parker came outside and made a mark at her. Missing, of course, on all proper commentary. She turned to him, leaning on one leg, with her hip propped out of line with her body.

She put the cigarette back in her mouth and pulled it out, again--letting another nicotine cloud escape from her lips, "Did I really? I thought we came to a different agreement," she made another one of her small laughs, snarky and a little over confident. Parker was not in control of her. Sometimes, however, she wished he had that control over her--but she was not about to let her mind wander to some such fictional sin playing in her head, which seemed to be haunting her sleep patterns as of lately. As much as they haunted her dreams, she was not about to let them crawl through her mind during her waking life. Hormones. She hated them. "Besides, what real harm can one do every now and then?" She grinned at him. She knew they were harmful, but she had done so much worse with drugs -- and Parker was one to talk. Lucy hardly believed that he had given up on drugs. He was just too sinfully handsome for such a customary addiction to be taken off so easily.

She turned to the rest of the group, trying her best not to let Parker's comment grab a hold of her and make her mind wander towards the feeling of guilt. She was already angry at Parker--for no reason, but now. . now, she had a reason. He was pestering her on her lifestyle. Her lifestyle was just fine. She did not need Parker overbearingly telling her what she could or could not do. If she wanted to enjoy a cigarette every now and then (preferably, now), then she should have the right, right? It wasn't like she was shooting, popping, or snorting.

"I would love to watch movies, and I don't mind crashing. I don't have work tonight," television and menstruation seemed to come hand-in-hand. Especially the couch surfing, "And, God fuck me please, Aladdin, but only if its in its original format, because that's where my favorite part lies--when Aladdin nonchalantly and subliminally says, 'Teenagers take off your close,' as Rajah is jumping on him," she smirked wider, "Disney's so evil. I love it," she ran her hand through her hair, again, noticing it had managed to maneuver itself back to her face and bothering her. She took another smoke from her cigarette, feeling her stomach cramps subsiding. God, she loved nicotine. Parker could go suck if for all she cared, but then again, she did care and in that, felt a slight bit guilty for thinking so ill of him as her stomach cramps subsided.

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Lucy shoveled the rest of her mushrooms into her mouth. Despite being the person with the least amount of food on her plate, she was still the slowest one to eat. She blamed her ovaries, or whatever . . The whole menstruation process. But truth be told, she was a rather slow eater. Parker may have commented on it once or twice while they were dating. Or maybe he didn't ever notice. It made a better story if he had, a reason to distance herself from him. She didn't like being picked on for being the slowest eater. . She was by far a better guitarist than eater. And for some reason, the comment of her being a slow eater usually implied in her mind that she was just a slow person. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. But by fuckers, she wasn't going to believe that she was a slow person. Besides, slow people couldn't possibly play the guitar as gorgeously, thunderously as she could. . Or well, probably, in any case or at least, on average. . Lucy took in a deep breath after gulping her water down. Cramps. "God, I need a cigarette," she stated flatly, getting up from the table, secretly insulted by Parker's 'may having called her a slow eater at some point in time.' God, she was feeling bitchy bringing up nonexistent arguments into play like lying to herself about Parker was the only way we could relentlessly keep up with her feelings. Fake it 'til you make it. Lucy walked outside, "Cigarette time," she told Matt, as if her coming outside needed some excuse. Maybe it did. she dug out a cigarettes for the pack in her front pocket. She lit it, excited from the after dinner smoke effect. It wasn't as good as she had expected. But then again, that was the day -- except for the t-shirt design. That was wicked awesome. "That t-shirt design, though," she spoke, again to Matt, as if he could read her mind. Maybe her body language was just more talkative today. Menstruation had that side-effect on her. Whether or not Matt noticed or not, Lucy was expecting him to catch her drift.

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Lucy forced a smile. How could she not? Menstruation or not, it was possible to finish the record. She could pull on her man pants for the next several days. It'd be better than moaning in bed about some petty girl problem.

"I think by this weekend should work," she paused, "Besides I don't have work this weekend, either," her smile widened into showing her teeth, "I like the shirt idea," she felt almost drunk off of Soren's words. Everything he mustered up to say seemed so. . dreamy in context for the band. All their hard work was beginning to pay off -- as she knew it would, but for some reason all of it was just slamming her in the face. Her previous dilemma, her stomach cramps were seemingly bearable, now.

She stuck a mushroom in her mouth, munching it to the right side of her mouth; it bulged her cheek as she chewed. "Seriously, Søren," she said with her mouth full, "Just keep on talking, I love everything you're saying," she finished munching on the sautéed mushroom and took a sip of water to wash it down. A smile was still set on her face.

Bounty Hunters (Cyberpunk/ post-Cyberpunk rp).

~Reposting~

Name: Fyodora Senka

Age: 26

Nickname: "Fyo"

Race: Human

Trademark Weapon: An Electricus Pistol, .22 mm CRINIS-Electric Bullets, which are bullets that send shock wave tentacles throughout a target, when hit.

Personality: Fyodora "Fyo" Senka is a tomboy, with a stoic demeanor when not showing off some cheeky smile. She likes to act weaker than she is, which is part of her humble demeanor and strategic combat. She loves a good rough-housing, and never finds her gender a weakness, although, sometimes, her emotions can get the better of her. She is a strong woman who can take on multiple tasks, attacks, at once. She is swift, and her lean build, not being bulky allows for agile movements, such as acrobatic maneuvers.

Description: Fyo is about five feet and seven inches. She has a slim build with short, choppy brown and auburn hair, which allows for swift movements and her hair never getting in the way of her combat--plus, an easy clean. She has olive green eyes with long, but thin lashes. She has light, sunkissed freckles above the rim of her nose and cheekbones. She is average in beauty, but likes to think it is her soul that should do the shining.

Backstory: Fyo grew up in a small town, outside of a large city neighboring it. Her father worked in the city and occasionally, Fyo would visit it with her father. However, the city was dangerous for a girl housed in such a sheltered environment such as hers. Her family was one of the few that still attended the "Eastern" Orthodox Church of Saint Sava. Her mother took Church very seriously and saw her little girl going into the city as a corruption to her soul. However, her father saw her being sheltered as a hindrance to her performance of growth into society.

Without any hesitation, Fyo always jumped at the idea to go to the city, and to her mother's dismay, she moved to the city straight after her schooling. She found herself playing the role of cop in cop versus robbers in the big city, but Fyo saw that the strength of the police was weak and corrupt as well. Some meant well, but fighting the system was almost impossible with such a dinky badge, weaponry, etcetera

After her realization of how little the police could do for one city, she was recruited for something bigger, identified with people would could do something more. It was in the same big city that she met the Bounty Hunters, people who seemed to understand the corruption taking place. She agreed with their word, their creed, their way of life. She knew her parents would be horrified to find out she was being trained to be a killer. But Fyo found this to be the only way to stop the corruption, the sin, to stop. Someone had to fight back. Fyo was eager to jump into the fight. And thus, she joined Interface.

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~ Indie Filler Music ~

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Oh snap. I was thinking you all were doing such a good job, and I was failing. Thank you or the encouragement. xD

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Orchestratic said
XD I really liked the post. I feel like we should all meta-game and tell Lucy she's pretty so she's uncomfortable that everyone knows she's self conscious but it'd be hard to void all of our jokes.

Lucy's vain, what can I say? Although, she tries to keep it under wraps. But, I suppose she does a horrible job. xD ~

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As they walked into the restraunt, Lucy felt a small cramp around her stomach. She knew she was hungry, but this was unpleasant. . And, Oh, God.[/I ] She looked at Søren, Matt, and Parker. [i]Fuck, she knew she had been lethargic all day, and surprisingly the lack of appetite she had experienced earlier in the day was starting to point toward none other than menstruation.

"Four," Parker stated firmly. Lucy squinted her eyes. Why was he being so manly? She looked at the other two guys, running her hand through her pink hair. She looked around the restaurant, locating the restrooms before they were seated.

Before claiming a seat, she spoke, "I 'll have a water. . . . " then quickly added," I need to use the powder room," emphasizing powder like some cocaine joke, not that she was about snort any candy. But the joke seemed to fit well with the bandmates.

She casually walked to the restroom and fiddled through her back pocket, where her wallet was squeezed. She dug out some quarters from her wallet and attempted to buy a feminine napkin of some sort from the dispenser, but nothing came out. In fact, the machine took no--stole her fifty cents. She stared at the silver contraption for several seconds, trying not to scream, turned to the stalls and walked in the first one. I guess I will have to use toilet paper. This is so ghetto. She sighed, staring at a red blotch on her panties. At least, she didn't bleed through. . AND stain Jill. Parker would have flipped.

She toured some toilet paper and lined her panties, praying to some false entity that the blood flow would not destructively become thicker within the next hour or so.

She flushed the toilet and pulled her pants back up before exiting the stall and washing her hands for a solid fifteen seconds.

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Lucy returned to the table. "Their restrooms smell good, " Lucy commented as she sat down. Not thinking anything too unusual about her comment. As she sat, she felt the wetness press against her, it was uncomfortable. There was nothing sexy about how she was feeling. First the bad mirror image and now this? She had avoided the restroom mirror for a reason. Then she remembered it was a buffet and was not going to be asked to order food. She sighed, again, her brain was melting on hormones.

She stood up and walked over to the buffet line, grabbing a plate and scouting out any good food with lots of iron. Meat. Yes, meat. Lots of meat. But then she might explode. . So she settled on steamed broccoli and mushrooms and ironically things that didn't look Asian when compiled on her plate. She frowned at her plate and shrugged it off in her mind before going to sit down, for the second time.

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Cheesy love song filler ~