i'm a cheetah on the plains/i'm a highway star

[nuns4money]

Who: Eda and YOU!
What: A day in a life of the rescuers party girl.
When: March 5th
Where: Various places in around Vista City
Warnings: It's Eda, stuff will happen, yo. :|

ONE | CAFE | grab yourself a mug 'cuz I made a fresh pot

Eda starts up her day like a lot of people in Vista City, she goes to The Daily Grind and has her coffee and breakfast there along with reading tabloids. (Pricilla’s is pretty nice, but she prefers this cafe because it's close to work and for some reason their caffeine is more... zippy than theirs.) She's relaxed at the moment, dressed for the workplace and ready to talk to some musicians.

TWO | WORK | i'm a bad dream/i'm a rad scene/i'm a tad mean

Eda's workplace is the Primal Lion Hotel, as expected it's near Pride headquarters and sees a lot of traffic from musicians, producers, various sound tech, and AR's from Pride. Eda doesn't like to toot her own horn but she thinks she's pretty good at her job. She's friendly and personable, and just rough around the edges to appeal to the people that stay here.

"Hello, and Welcome to The Primal Lion Hotel. How may I help you?"

THREE | OUTSIDE A BEAUTY SALON | break neck, trainwreck, in my presence genuflect

Eda's been meaning to do this ever since certain tabloids came out about her. She's known as 'the blonde' to most people that watch Manticore and other Pride bands and usually it's never a good thing. (Those fans are fucking crazy. Also it's a favor to Riza.) So she goes to the salon and asks for a crazy ass dye job that nearly guaranteed to put a death knell to 'the blonde' title she has : bleached to it's limit and toned to look white, even silver in certain angles, and the roots are dyed blue to contrast. Why? Cause she can. Admittedly she was a little inspired by the various 'Squalo inspired' dyes some of the Manticore fans have that she's seen around town. But usually they just went full white or silver, Eda thinks the blue roots mark her as unique.

After this long process, Eda can be found walking the street right by the beauty salon. Gladly showing it off.    

Comments

[psyvampexperiment]

"Nor am I, not really, nothing beyond friends with benefits, if you're open to entertaining the notion," he admits. Then with a raised eyebrow, he adds, "Ease my wings - I like that turn of phrase, and I'll try to follow it."

On her request, he smiles and leaning in, if allowed, he'll put a hand behind her head, tilting his head, and lays his lips against hers, gently but with a firmness to it...

[nuns4money]

"I don't mind. Just be discreet."

She allows the kiss, leaning into it. Looks like more of a opportunity for Pride secrets.

[psyvampexperiment]

"I can be the soul of discretion: It won't be easy, though, but there are ways," He says, with a glance to his guard, who's kept an impassive eye on them, glancing around from time to time.

He might pull away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers gently. "Perhaps... we should meet again in a more discreet location or... take this to said discreet location?"

[nuns4money]

"Know of any places? Because I'd follow you." Also opportunities to learn about what Pride does.

[psyvampexperiment]

"There's a hotel near a club that I've played in: I've something of an agreement with the hotel owner, since the club manager is his nephew," he says, glancing around without turning his head, as if he's had practice doing this. "I could go on ahead and at some reasonable distance, you could follow me and my...minder." He says this with a pointed look to his bodyguard, who remains impassive.

[nuns4money]

While following him, she may whisper to Sariel.

"Ya know you maybe wanna... lose this guy?"

[psyvampexperiment]

He might lean in to her, face close to her ear, his arm around her waist, making it as personable and lover-like as possible to anyone observing.

"We can try: he's hard to shake off, but if we can succeed, you're a more clever person than I am," he says in a low voice.

[nuns4money]

"I just don't want this dude following us everywhere we go." Eda whispers back.

[psyvampexperiment]

"That would make two of us. Hmmmm," he says, the gears turning in his head as he glances about the shops and side streets around them, looking for an exit, the easier the better, but not so easy that their suit-wearing babysitter won't be on their heels in a trice.