Panda and Bug (Li)

[Crissatha Isobel Pandora]

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But Cris knew that other people probably wouldn’t see Chii that way, they would probably want to attack her and lock her up back in another circus. Which Cris would have none of. Honestly. Chii was her baby and there was no fucking way that she would ever let anyone take the big cat cub out of her hands. She would never let Chii go back there. She had saved the baby for a reason, after fucking all. There was no way that CHii would ever go near another circus again under any circumstances. Cris looked down into Chii’s eyes, that were a baby blue. Softer even than Cris’s own ice blue. It was ironic to her that Chii’s color was softer than her own. It showed a lot about the pair if you asked Cris. Cris was far more of a violent bitch than the big cat was. As if wanting to cheer up her Mama, Chii closed her eyes and purred, bumping her head against Cris’s chest. Cris grinned a little bit and ruffled her fingers through Chii’s fur. ”You nut case” she said affectionately, which just made Chii appear to purr louder. And then, with a sigh, she gently dumped the big cat on her bed that she was currently sitting on herself. Chii didn’t seem to mind, just rolled onto her back and stretched like the lazy mush she was and Cris couldn’t help but laugh softly, something that very few people got her to be able to do really. She wasn’t the type ot crack a smile often. A smirk, maybe, but not usually a smile. She hadn’t really smiled since Mark had totally disappeared on her and she presumed him dead. It didn’t matter though, she still felt like she had been abandoned, so no, she didn’t often smile. She scowled slightly at the thought but found it hard to keep up the smile at the sight of her baby rolling around on her bed like a nut case. ”You know there are germs on that damn thing” she said absently. It wasn’t true, of course, because she had developed the habit of washing her bed things after every time a man managed to end up in her bed. Not because it weirded her out, but because the big cat did stay on her bed as well and Chii was a baby. But all the same she couldn’t help it. She shook her head, realizing that she was talking to her big cat again. There were a few people she knew that would call her crazy for that. One of which would have been Mark, but another of which was probably the chick that she was actually supposed to be getting ready to go and meet right then. Li was one of her closest friends, her Grasshopper—or rather her Bug. It was a long story that involved a lot of explaining that she didn’t feel like bothering to explain or think about in that moment. Cris looked over at the mirror that sat in the corner of her room and ran her fingers through her rumpled chestnut hair, being that it was still damp from the shower. She hadn’t bothered to get ready at all yet, as in at all. She shook her head. She was going to be late if she actually kept up delaying herself but she wasn’t going crazy. Li could deal if she was late. She usually was anyway, when was Cris ever on time for anything? This was why she could never possibly manage to get another job, it would involve her actually having to get places at a certain time. Nope, her job as a prostitute suited her well. She never put much stock into the whole…sex is sacred thing anyway, so it worked well enough for her. Cris didn’t buy into the whole dishonored woman thing. She wasn’t’ going to bend over backwards to defend what it was that she did, but she wasn’t going to put it down either. It was a good balance with her really, if you asked her at least. She sighed and scooped up a brush, running it through her hair and wincing as it got caught up in snips and snags in the lovely brown hair that she wished was a more amusing and exotic color than the stupid light brown color. But what could she do? There was no way to change it so she had to deal and move on. Icy blue eyes took in the sight, satisfied with her hair, and then she nodded a bit to herself, and started to rummage around in her drawers with a little sigh, not sure if she had anything worth going outside in actually. Eventually she pulled on a blue shirt that slightly flowed and actually was decent enough. Plus it actually matched her eyes which amused her. Followed by loose black slacks that looked like a skirt—and thus making it decent for a female or whatever—soon followed after. She debated weaving her hair into a loose braid because it was pretty damn hot outside, but in the end she liked keeping it loose and messy. She looked in the mirror once more, slightly satisfied with the look she was pulling off. Well satisfied enough. The girl thought about her schedule for a moment and realized that she totally had an appointment for later that day. She thought for a moment once more about whether she wanted to actually give a shit about that. It would be oh so rude to cancel on the man without so much of a warning and her not actually being here to tell him that he was done. But did she really care? She let a small smirk begin to pull at her features, tugging up at one side and giving her traditionally soft features face a truly mischievous glint to it. Yep, she was so ditching him. Poor boy would be fine, he could just as easily be seen by another chick who was actually home. Cris had plans. She looked back towards her bed and quirked her brow. Chii rolled on to her feet, and popped up. And Cris was utterly amused that she didn’t need to say anything but her baby just got her without any form of speech being needed. There was something to be said for someone that got you that well, whether or not they were a cat was not important. Cris didn’t really get along well with people anyway so it made sense to her. Chii padded over to stand next to Cris, who was still bare foot and refused to put on shoes, and looked up at her Mama, ready to go. Cris scooped her up, kept her in her arms just because she didn’t want to chance someone going all weird about what Chii was and trying to cause some bullshit. It would be better just to keep the panther cub in her arms for the moment. Chii didn’t seem to mind the ride but she squirmed a little at first. Cris shook her head. Brat. She scowled at the panther, affection still in her eyes because she really did feel like the cub’s mother sometimes, until the little brat settled down. And then licked Cris on the nose. Surprised, Cris laughed and shook her head. ”You are one hell of an odd little cub, brat” she said. And it was true, the cub was always doing something odd. She never tried to eat things, unless it was for fun and then she tended to pounce on mice as often as a normal cat would. And she ate it if it managed to die. But mostly Cris would have to go and buy Chii meat because the little passive child would refuse to hunt for herself. Part of her loved that, because it meant Chii wouldn’t go out of her way to hunt people when she was older. But part of her worried. What if Chii was hurting? What if something was wrong with her because of what Cris had done in taking her in and out of her natural habitat and away from her own kind. What if Cris had screwed her up beyond repair just because she didn’t want CHii to have to grow up in a zoo? Part of her knew it was bullshit. Chii was better off with her than she ever would have been in the stupid fucking zoo. And then she realized she had entirely let herself become distracted by her baby panther, who she could never really consider a pet. And she was really going to be fucking late. Li was going to kill her. Unless the other chick wasn’t there yet either, in their usual meeting spot, which wasn’t hard to figure out being that it was the only saloon worth a damn in this whole town. Others were fine, of course, if you wanted mediocre shit. And neither girl really did. She left her place of work that also happened to be where she lived because she couldn’t afford a place of her own and also because it was a part of the job to stay there because, well, duh. It made fucking sense to her, she didn’t question it. Besides it meant she didn’t really need to pay any fucking bills. Her employers just got a cut of what she got and half the time she lied about what she got. She needed extra, she wasn’t just fucking paying for herself like all the other bitches in this place. Rushing through the streets, she did get a few odd looks. Which could have been from a few things honestly, way more than one. One of which could have been from her bare feet. One could have been from her rushing through the streets. Another could have come from the baby big cat in her arms. Her favorite one had to do with the fact that she had a pretty damn reputation for what she did. SO fuck that, she was going to stick to her favorite one. She shifted Chii so that the big cat sat on her hip as if she were a baby when she entered the saloon, grateful for the relief of one arm at least. And looked around the place, catching an eye here or there with a little smirk. She twiddled her fingers at one particular male, smirking playfully and got a little blush in return. She laughed a little bit and shook her head, returning to looking around with focused ice blue eyes, using her free hand to ruffle through her hair as she did look around. And then she actually managed to catch sight of who she was looking for and her smirk grew a little bit. Though she knew she was late, but what the fuck could you do? She waltzed over and plopped down in the empty chair in the corner, placing Chii down on the other chair next to her and giving her a look that clearly said she should stay put, even though the big cat was happily looking towards the other girl on the other side of the table, wanting to say hi and not stay still, obviously. She wasn’t really surprised. Silly kitten didn’t know how to be a real big cat. ”Sorry I’m late, Grasshopper. Got held up with this one” she said with a smirk, jerking her thumb towards Chii. ”You order anything yet?” 2138<3, muse is epic, sorry she goes on about CHii for forever? Just where the muse went

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[Liah Irazelle Strife]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more "Lis, you're so weird." "Shut up." The brunette, cold eyes and an unforgiving smirk, leaned against the post, refusing to look at the older man beside her. Dressed unconventionally in a tight fitting shirt and leather trousers, the girl attracted attention--good and bad--on her way to the market. Unfortunately, that attention also included Jack Hayes, who'd decided to be the stalker of the century, and never leave her alone. "I don't understand. Why do you insist on being called Lis? That's not your name--" "Go fuck yourself, Jack." "But--" "No." "Just--" "No." The girl turned, hip cocked, one hand resting lazily on her side, brow arched, with her signature smirk gracing plush lips. She raised her free hand to brush some lint off of Jack's shoulder, before trailing her fingers across his neck, pausing when she got the the collar of his shirt. With one, quick, fluid motion, she curled her fingers around his shirt, before pulling him harshly down, so that they were nose to nose. "Listen, Jack," she began, "I don't know you. You don't know me. I don't even know how you know my name." She tugged harder, and he winced, their eyes locked--hers, narrowed and menacing, his, wide and shocked. "But piss me off, and i'll you get a date with my right hook, got it?" She let go of the boy, before turning back to stare at a stall where the owner had spent the last five minutes haggling with an old woman. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and she turned to see Jack still standing there, only with an infuriatingly smug grin plastered all over his face. "I get it," he murmured, "you act all tough, right? But really, you're just this cute, lil' girl with--" Thwack. Red roses bloomed against the man's cheek, the mark of a hand evident against his ivory skin. Eyes wide, he took a step back, mouth agape. Liah arched a brow, one hand nursing her right fist, lips curling with satisfaction. Jack lifted a hand to his cheek, lightly pressing his fingers against the skin, wincing when it stung. "Y-You actually punched me?" Liah shrugged, tilting her head to the side. "Warned you. I don't do slaps. I'm not retarded." She shifted her weight, cerulean flickering back to the owner, eyes trained on the bag of cash hanging from a nail on the side of the stall. "Now go run back to mother dearest before i introduce you to Mr. Left Jab." He didn't need to be told twice. Twirling a curl of russet hair around her finger, she made her way towards the stall, making sure that the owner was still haggling hard with the old woman, aiming for slyness. Not wanting to hang around, Liah walked past the stall, pausing a little to drop to the ground, as if she was picking up something she'd dropped--when really, she was taking off the bag of money from it's hook. Easy shit. She slipped the bag under her shirt, pressing her arm against it to make sure it wouldn't fall, and she quickly made her way away from the stall, weaving in and out from the pressing crowd. She was nearly out of the market when she heard the angry shouts of the man, and it was then that she decided to run. She wasn't nicknamed Lightning for nothing. When Liah ran, she ran. She wasn't just fast, she was one of the quickest within her town. The reason why she was never caught? No, it wasn't because she was a top hat thief--although that was part of the reason why--but because she could outrun most screaming owners, who were usually too distracted with anger to focus properly on running. A confident smirk settling on her lips, she slowed down to a walk, before making her way to the usual spot--the place where she and Panda always met. By Panda, of course, she meant the one and only, Crissatha Pandora. It was weird to think that when they first met, friendship was on the last of both their minds. And it was even weirder to think that Liah had opened up enough to even let herself have a friend close enough like Cris. She supposed that it was because the girl was just as fucked up as she was. Go figure. Liah entered the saloon, nodding at the bartender, before settling into her usual seat in the corner at the back. As always, Cris was late, but she didn't care; the bitch always was. The bartender signaled that he was going on a break, and he made his way to Liah, a bright smile lighting up his features. He slid into the opposite seat, before sending her a quick, flirtatious wink. "You're early." "She's just late." "Cris?" "Who else?" He laughed, before getting back up, resisting the urge to ruffle her hair--he knew her well enough to know better. "The usual, i presume?" He asked, making his way back to the bar. Liah simply cocked a brow as if to say 'why do you even ask?' and she was rewarded with a boyish chuckle. Glancing at the grim clock on the wall, Liah rolled her eyes, tapping her fingers lightly against the stained wood. The doors of the saloon swung open, and she lifted annoyed, blue eyes to see the sight of Crissatha Pandora entering the saloon with that look in the eye. The brunette noticed the black cat perched on her hip, and also the bareness of her feet. How Panda-like. She continued to watch as Cris waved coquettishly at a random man, before finally locking eyes with her own. The woman skipped over to where she was sitting, and she launched herself into the seat the bartender had just left, before perching the black cat on the chair next to her. ”Sorry I’m late, Grasshopper. Got held up with this one” Cris smirked, before jabbing a finger at Chii. ”You order anything yet?” Liah rolled her eyes, before leaning forward to scratch Chii's ears, fighting off the urge to hit her friend. "Yep. Just the usual." Which meant that her whiskey should come pretty soon. A small smirk on her lips, the brunette leaned back, dangling an arm against the back of her chair before fishing out her newly stolen pouch of money, and threw it onto the table. "Guess what happened today?" She asked, amusement dancing in cerulean eyes. She continued to speak, not giving Cris a chance to answer. "I punched my stalker, and got a reward for it." The girl laughed, before focusing on trying to coax the panther cub to jump over the table and into her lap. "Be proud, Panda-bear." "Here's your whiskey, you drunk, you. Cris, you want your usual?" The bartender put down the bottle, knowing that a glass wouldn't be enough. He'd been serving the brunette for years, and he'd seen the girl out drink men. He didn't know whether that was an accomplishment, or a problem. "Thanks, Nick. Love you too." Liah smirked, before twirling the bottle around agile fingers, too distracted to drink by Chii, who was so close to jumping over and into her lap. It was times like these, when she could almost forget about her brother. Almost. notes awaw panda and bug<3

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[Crissatha Isobel Pandora]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. There was something entirely bizarre about walking into… well walking into anywhere with a baby black panther cub on your hip. That was the odd thought that popped into Cris’s head as she looked up at the Caballo Negro which was the bar that she was about to waltz herself into and meet her best friend for their usual drink. It was usually easier, at least as far as Cris could tell, for Li to meet her rather than Cris to do the opposite because Cris would get held up by this shit or that shit. There also was the little fact that Cris was just, by nature, always late. It never bothered her at all. It bothered everyone else more than it bothered her, and she didn’t give a shit what other people thought—not even her best friend—so that was about all there was to say about that. Everyone else could deal with shit, Cris was not going to change who she was for stupid shit like that. She was late, everyone who cared about her knew it and they had learned how to work around it. End of story. She walked into the saloon with an air about her that practically screamed that she knew she was late and didn’t give a shit, along with one that caused her to wave flirtatiously at a boy or two. She laughed when one boy, the smaller one who was named Greg if she remembered that right, blushed bright red as his friends jabbed him for getting her attention. She couldn’t help but laugh at that. She remembered him, sweet as sugar he was, but that didn’t stop him from having fun, she had just had to lead, nothing wrong with that. It was her favorite thing to do, after all. She knew that she should turn it off, she wasn’t working and she needed to find her friend, not stand in the doorway flirting with boys who had seen her in far less than what she was wearing now. But honestly, after years of doing the work she did in her profession, Cris found it almost impossible for herself to turn it off. She just seemed to always be in this mode, always seemed to be on and flirting like her life depended on it. And it did. She earned her money this way, thank you very much. She saluted Nick as she passed him when he was vacating the table she was heading towards to head to the bar. It was habit, they knew Nick, he loved them and remembered their orders. It was a wonderful thing that they both took a little bit advantage of. BBut hey, he probably knew they were and said nothing about it, so it was all good on her book. Cris shifted Chii higher on her hip as if she were a baby as she made her way through the crowd to plop herself down on the chair across from Li and drop the cub into her own chair. Cris shook her head when Chii purred under Li’s attention. The big cat was a bit spoiled by the attention she was always receiving from everyone around them, but there was nothing that she could do about that. She didn’t mind Chii getting a little extra loving. Cris watched as Chii seemed to strain to leave the chair she had been plopped down, only staying there because Cris had given her a look and she was a very well trained baby. She sighed a little, knowing that Li was trying to test the kitty to jump up. She asked if her friend ordered anything and sighed over dramatically when Li told her that she had. ”Was I really that late?” she asked, knowing that she most likely had only been a good ten minutes or so late, which wasn’t that bad when it came down to the amount of times that Cris had been ages later than that. She remembered this one time that she had been an hour late. Now that had been bad. It wasn’t her fault that some dude had decided it would be a good idea to knock on her door right as she had been leaving! And she could have said no but she didn’t have any money as it was, so money was a good thing. She knew she could have called in a favor and paid Nick back later because he knew she was good for it, but she liked the idea of being able to pay for herself. Especially after her mother. Her mother had made her feel worthless, like she could never do anything on her own ever again. SO no, now she made sure that she always had enough to pay for herself. It was a matter of pride, dignity, and all that other bullshit. Li asked her to guess what she did today and Cris arched a brow, waiting to be told. And then Li told her and she burst out laughing, and clapped. ”Congrats Grasshopper! I was wondering how long it would take you to punch that fucker” she said, laughing and seriously amused by this. It was nice to have someone around her who was as violent as she was. Violence wasn’t the answer, right, but sometimes it got the job done ten times better. Suck on that proverbs shit. ”Oh I am totally proud” she answered, grinning. She looked up when Nick came over and flashed the usual smirk his way. ”Of course I do, darling. Can I get milk for the brat too? Warm if possible?” she asked. And then he shook his head at her and mumbled something about being lucky that he loved her. ”Love you!” she called after him with a laugh as he left the table. She looked over to see Chii straining again, wanting to greet Li and she shook her head. ”Go, you brat” she said affectionately and without any more need of permission than that, her baby had jumped up on to the table that separated them and padded across it to sniff Li’s face delicately and lick her cheek, purring. Cris shook her head. Odd little brat. 2038<3, muse is epic,

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