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005 ┼ I'D BE FINE WITHOUT A QUEEN

Who: Luci & You
What: You can only hijack so many shows before somebody gets pissed...
When: April 23rd
Where: Oscillia on 7th
Warnings: Violence, Carnies, the Usual

L U C ┼ F E R @lightbringer

Trying something different tonight, if you're game come by Oscillia at 9. #lucifermakeschords

[The Performance]

Of course she hasn't booked a place, she's just going to take the stage. That's what they usually did, after all, though she's not in the mood for the flair and force. She has something else she needs to get out of her system, something the Carnies usually don't do and that's why she's asked them to let her perform solo this once. Nothing personal, of course, she just... has this pressure in her head and chest that she has to let out. Rehearsing for the world tour doesn't get it out, drinking and smoking did nothing, and the disappearances from both Virgo and Pride, Terry's strange and new ability, make it worse if anything. It's not their fault, something's wrong with her. Something feels wrong, seriously wrong, wronger than it ever has and the only thing that feels right is singing. Inspiring people. Once she gets this pressure out of her head, she can figure out what to do about all of this shit.

In the meantime, there's one lone guitar hipster on stage and Luci can take him down. She leaps onto the stage and before the guy can say anything Luci's lifted him, chair and all, and carried him off stage. With a 'mind if I borrow this?' she unclips the strap on his guitar and slides it off of him.

"Evening," she says, mildly. There's a few screams and 'woo!'s from the crowd, but for the most part the atmosphere is subdued. Maybe they're still stunned that Junkyard Carnival has, yet again, hijacked another show, or maybe they can read Luci's body language. She strums a few chords on the guitar, tunes a little, then once she's satisfied she nods. "Don't get me wrong, I'm a screamer at heart, but sometimes... something else takes hold and you just gotta get it out. Am I right?" She smirks and starts up a melody.

"Before I landed here I was certain
That I'd be fine without a queen
A fallen angel with her inferno
Summer and spring in between
But lately I can't stop
Thinking if you are close to me
Oh, calamity

"I'm losing time by the hour
You know just how this goes
But I swear that I remember--
Something familiar arose
I've spent days asking myself
How I ever came to this scene
Oh, calamity

"It's such a shame that we were strangers
Just when that changed I fucked it all
Damn, it's such a shame that they've made a wreck out of me
Oh, calamity--"

Something grabs her suddenly and the words change without her thinking about them. It's the name she should be calling out into the void, not her own, not Laura's--

"Oh, Perse--"

The hipster has had enough of Luci hijacking his show and has come up behind her with his guitar case, raging harder than is probably appropriate for the tone of the song and the room. Luci is so intensely involved in the words that she doesn't hear or see him coming. The swing of his case hits her right in the back of the head and she eats the stage, out cold.

[The Ambulance]

"Ffffuck...!" Luci looks like she's dehydrated, hasn't slept in days, and needs a blood transfusion. She's sitting on the back of the ambulance with a blanket around her shoulders, EMTs trying to keep a ring of fans at a comfortable distance while they try to take photos and no doubt gain more twitter followers or some bullshit. Her head is pounding, and part of her is absolutely humiliated that she was downed by a frizzy-haired twig in a plaid shirt. Normally she can take more punishment than just a sucker-punch to the neck...

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Somehow, he's been starting to care less and less about music lately. He still cares about devils, though, especially since he... feels rather bad about how his whole Lesedi stunt ended. So, yeah, he'll show up. Probably late, but not late enough to not hear the song. It's pretty unusual for her.

And so he definitely sees the frizzy-haired twig brain Luci with a guitar case. However that means that the hipster left his chair unattended, and that means Squalo's gonna walk up from behind him and hit him across the back of head with it. Try your own medicine, etc.

Then he's gathering Luci up and calling the ambulance. Will anyone even alert them to the hipster guy bleeding out on the stage? He sure ain't gonna.

He will saunter over to her when she comes to, though. "What's your blood type?" he asks in what's probably meant as jest, and sits on the edge of the van's floor.

Luci snorts as soon as she realizes who's talking to her and where she is. "You offering? Not sure I want whatever's on the stage right now. ...you did take that fucking punk to the cleaners, right?"

She hopes he did at least. It seems the sort of thing friends would do for one another-- get into shouting matches, boink, make suggestions about threesome boinking, and hitting the asshole who cold-cocked you.

Edited 2016-04-25 05:21 (UTC)

"Universal donor, actually," he notes casually with a grin, then shakes his head. "Piece of shit is still breathing, I think. Would be trouble otherwise."

He does pull something out of his jacket and toss at her, though. Is that a wallet? Definitely not his. "Treat yourself to something nice."

For some reason, she actually feels a little pissed that they'd get in trouble for beating the life out of some guy who almost killed her. Over a little stage-time, no less. But she catches the wallet one-handed and, of course, starts going through it. ID, cards, a little cash.

"I'll let Yuffie at this tonight, my head can't stand a computer screen," she says, tucking the wallet in her breast pocket. "...I went down too fast, didn't I?"

Yeah, he knows that feeling. Something tells him he should be able to do it and get away with it. At least he hit him pretty hard? Maybe he'll never talk again...

"Go wild," he says, because that's just appropriately cruel, then looks at her as if sizing her up. "What'd you mean? Kinda hard to put up a fight when someone just brains you from behind like that."

"No but-- Okay, yes, I didn't see him coming and he hit me with a fucking guitar case, but come on. I've been hit by chairs and turned around and beat the offender with the pieces."

There's a little silence before she admits, quickly: "It's embarrassing."

He squints at her a bit, probably trying to remember one of such occurrences, than reaches out to pat her on the shoulder.

"Maybe you're getting old."

Yeah whoops did you want support and reassurement because that's not the kind of friendship that Varia dabbles in.

Luci turns slowly to look at Squalo, an eyebrow raising to match.

"Get off the back of my ambulance, whipper-snapper."

He looks at her with a very, very neutral face before hissing out of the corner of his mouth as if making sure nobody else sees him talk; "You forgot the cane."

"I've got your cane, asshat--" Luci grins and reaches out to put an arm around his neck and drag him into a headlock. "Right here!"

Is she gonna give him a noogie. Is she. We are all adults here.

"Vvvooiii!!"

He's not really struggling too hard to get free, though.

Just a hair ruffle. But it's a good, long one. One that makes him look like a flock of parrots came to roost in his hair.

"Voiiiiii!!" she mimics back, swinging him around by his neck playfully. "That's what you get for being a hotshot punk and calling me old."

Damn it. He blows to get some of that tousled hair out of his face, then looks at her wide-eyed for a moment before grinning.

"Hey, you should say that more often!" Is he proud he taught you His Word, Luci? Damn right he is. "Punk's your specialty, isn't it?"

"Oh no, if I say it too much, people will think I'm trying to encroach on your territory," she points out, releasing Squalo so he can sit upright.

"Punk may be my specialty, but you've got the young-pain-in-the-ass part down pat. I can't compare to your expertise on the subject."

"You can encroach on anything of mine you want," he retorts with a definitely dirty grin on his face. If that earns him a smack, so be it, it's totally worth it. And he does mean it... for the most part. There's also a part of him that now insists that she's replaced him for Xanxus, but he tries to keep it down.

"Heh, should I start taking drum lessons?"

"You can't play the drums yet? Get on that darling, if you're going to stay the most versatile musician under our roof."

Truth be told, Luci hasn't slept with either of them in a while. She's had fan flings, but something about being dragged into Lesedi's office to 'play' almost twice a week has left her mostly without a sex drive. Which is completely unlike her, and bothers her, but this is obviously a side-effect of this horrifying deal she made with Santiago.

...but she's not totally dead.

"How about I encroach on your suite tonight, hm?" she says, draping herself on his shoulders, blanket and all.

"Shouldn't take too long. Fucks at the music academy always said only simpletons play it." Which is elitist as fuck and not true, but hey, never let the truth get in the way of your confidence.

See, it's not about sleeping for him. It's about trust. Talking about things. Support. Xanxus isn't supposed to open up to anyone but him, and it's probably lucky he doesn't know the extent of it.

So he actually brightens up some at that offer.

"Should I make anything special?"

"Well if fucks at the academy have such little respect for people with a sense of rhythm, they should give their conductor the finger and see how they like it."

Well then. It probably is good that he doesn't know the full extent of it. Yet.

"If you make some noise I'll be happy."

"People who don't have sense of rhythm don't go into this business," he shrugs, clearly not caring enough to defend the honor of his colleagues, then grins. "That much I can promise."

"Then let's do it. Fuck this blanket," she says, shrugging out of it and trying to stand up. "Fuck..." Her head is still swimming. "I'm getting at least five pairs of shoes out of this asshole," she growls, planting a hand on Squalo's shoulder and forcing herself up.

Squalo's gonna catch her and try to tug her back down, 'cause uh. She doesn't look too well. "Maybe take it easy for a bit, yeah?"

Luci comes back down like she's a combination of exhausted and injured, growling in annoyance when she has to accept that Squalo has a point. "I hate this. This is bullshit, it's going to be all over the fucking tabloids."

He pats her back and pulls the blanket over her again. "Oh yeah," he agrees. "Rockstar ambushed by a crazy fan, nobody important got seriously hurt. You know, that's not the worst thing to go tits up in tabloids."

Edited 2016-05-27 13:49 (UTC)

"No, I mean--" She cuts herself off and sighs, agitated, trying to calm down. "I looked pretty weak in there. I'm supposed to be the one who dishes it out, not the one who rolls over and takes it.

"I want to say it was a lucky shot but... something happened."

He watches her, head slightly tilted to the side, a cruel smirk curling a corner of his lips for a moment. His voice is at least a little quieter than usual. "You're supposed to be the one who dishes it out, and yet that's not what happens with the label either, is it? Ever wondered about that?"

There's a long silence as Luci debates how to respond, but her answer is more or less written all over her face.

"All the damn time. But every time I try to think about how to change it, it just..." Luci closes her hand slowly. "Like sand through my fingers. And then I go off to play a concert on a flatbed or jump out of a plane for a music video instead."

At least he didn't bring up Lesedi by name. Live and learn.

"Maybe it's keeping you from your true potential."

"What true potential?" Luci snorts and rolls her eyes at Squalo. "Singing is the only thing I'm any good at, now that I've had 'bar fights' taken away from me."

"Yeah, 'cause every ole musician can do pyrokynetics," he deadpans, giving her a serious look. Did she really think that was normal? "What I'm saying is that you're clearly more than this."

Luci returns the look with her own slightly irked one. Why did he have to have a point? Fucker.

"Some people I've talked to can do some weird shit. Bigger weird shit than I'm able to. If anything I feel like I can do a party trick."

After another silent moment, she makes an aggravated noise. "Look, I'm not saying you're wrong, but I'm not bullshitting you when I say... when I'm up there, and people are screaming at me to sing for them, that hasn't ever felt wrong. It's the most right I feel, even screwing around with groupies and, no offense, you, doesn't compare. And I don't care if they love me or hate me, as long as they're looking at me, that's right. That's right."

He's annoying like that.

"Yeah, and most of them know they're meant to be somewhere else." Like Xanxus and his mob boss gig, for example.

The whole being in love with performing thing is new but...

It would make sense if they'd actually taken someone who did this shit all along, right? To throw them off, if nothing else, but he's pretty sure there are much greater reasons for Lucifer in particular.

"And maybe it is," he muses, "but it doesn't have to be here. Doesn't have to be under Bitch Watch." Hope Lesedi likes her new name.

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