Bar Fly Diving ~ For Information -o2a-

[Alice]

I CAN take over you know, it IS why I'm here.
I know, but I managed to handle the Cafe situation, I'll just look around town.
Alright, don't say I didn't warn you.

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Local Park - Park Bench
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"... That looks quite painful.... -Crymson Mask-. Seems to be a lunging Novacain..." Alice circles her middle finger around against her laptop mouse, fast forwarding the video tape she was watching. She had made sure she found old tapes of a couple roster members of the current GCW landscape. Names such as Crymson, Melissa Armstrong, Jennifer Drew, Lessien Melwasul, Ashley Raimond. Many many bits of files and videos from matches past to sift through.

Lessien seems quite unique.
I noticed, but I'm in no position to approach people yet.
Self confidence is so lacking.
I'd rather be prudent that egotistical.
We'll see how far THAT gets you.

Alice continues to watch videos, on and on. Looking for any kind of information that bios hadn't included. Such as the way some people may react to certain kinds of moves, how fan reactions effect them. Anything and everything she could learn. Alice was only 20 years old, she needed, NEEDED any kind of -leg up- over people. "... Fighting friends and foes only differs by spelling..."

^ This is a reference to the statement -Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer ^

"Rumors... new superstars...." Alice also searches over from web pages of wrestling gossip. She knew trusting it to a grain of salt wasn't the BEST possible idea.. but never the less, one can't help but be enthralled. "I wonder... I remember hearing Claire mention a car accident...." Alice's fingertips clack against her laptop's keys as she continues to search for information. Scouting, learning, intruding. She needed all of it, her mind was starting to feel like a crowded library of other peoples' lives stored within it. ".... Ugh.."

That's it, I'm taking over.
Wait... I'm okay..
No. Enough of this.

"......."

Alice blinks once or twice in confusion, she shakes her head from side to side rapidly for a second or two before closing her laptop softly. She breathes in a breath of fresh air before looking up to the sky. She was still in the sweater and denim jeans from her cafe run-in with Claire. Her sneakers were well worn, no lipstick or earrings today. Today wasn't about showing off, today was about LEARNING.

"... Cafe is out, can't exactly go back there after I told Claire I hadn't even signed yet. Can't go back to my hotel yet, too soon. Plus Ana probably has her boyfriend over... if she runs up a huge tab I'm going to rip her in half."

... You're always so violent and rash...
Shut up, I told you I'm taking over for now. Go rest.
......

"I need to find more people... I wonder where the heck everyone stays during this time... hmmmmmm.."

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An Hour Later - Local Pub
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They call them -Bars- in the states...
I SAID, go rest.

".... There was a little tidbit in a column on the web saying there was some GCW superstars seen around this area... wonder if they ever come around anymore. With the cafe around..."

Alice looks around in the place, it looked like hell. If you prettied it up it might fly. She wondered what kind of person, potential superstar, would show themselves down here. Aside from you know, herself in the search of said superstars.

".... I'm going in circles..."

[Lessien Melwasul]

~A nameless place with nameless faces and nameless food on faded and year stained menus. A jukebox nineteen years past saving with the lock box stripped so the owner could take the profits direct. Nobody serviced this bar anymore, and nineteen years ago it was Hold On by Wilson Phillips... with a bullet.~

~Thunk~

~Betty slammed down an empty shot glass then Alice toyed with the rim via finger tip, looking into the mottled and streaked mirror. Janet Jackson tried to reinvent rock n roll by singing about Black Cats as pool balls cracked behind her. This place didn't only look like hell. It was the real fucking deal.~

"Skin deep."

~Alice cooed on some random track of thought that Betty wasn't riding. The pock faced tender leaned in to catch what was being said, calculating his chances on free ride.~

"Fuck off, Lover. Tilt the bottle and blow."

~Alice knocked the empty shot glass over for the sake of focus. The bartender muttered something about 'yeah' and later 'fucking lesbian' as to bandage his fragile manhood.~

"Handle with care."

~Betty's eyes twitched behind the dark lenses, tracking shadows through the mirror on the wall behind her. That's what you did in places like these, and that's why she not only survived but thrived. A half full ash tray and a half empty bottle of generic scotch with the black and white label.~

Better watch your step
or you're gonna die.

~Janet reminded everyone of the golden

fucking

rule.~

[Alice]

That's her..
Lessien Melwasul... that's the one.
You really shouldn't take your usual pace with someone like her.
Well that's for me to decide.

"I heard the Loveless Pearl was a palace compared to this place. Or is that one of the things no one is supposed to mention in this city. I can't remember all the rules... I just don't like authority figures..."

Alice approaches Lessien, with great fucking care. There's a difference between someone like Alice and someone like Lessien; Lessien doesn't care if your breath of her space is your last or not. Alice tends to care a great, great deal. No more circles. She leans against the bar back first, her head hung low before she scuffles her feet against each other, -shyly-.

"Hearing something like 'I'm your biggest fan' or 'I've followed your career since day one' is pretty useless on someone like you. I know statistical facts that I could list off one by one and sound like a lawyer recorder which would bore you...

Or I could come up with names and facts like your previous bar that might mean something in the slightest to you that would either piss you off, or cause you to leave cause it would look like I'm a stalker... even though I doubt the fact you couldn't -get rid of me- on the spot if you needed to..."

What are you doing? You're antagonizing her..
No I'm not. It would take worlds more than this to piss her off.

Alice leans over somewhat before leaning back, almost like a pendulum swaying back and forth. She tilts her head before breathing out loudly and harshly.

"So according to most of your online bio, and word of mouth. You were always pretty close to being the head bitch on any given turf you treaded on... so do I call you... Lessien, do I call you.... Melwasul... do I call you, -Lover Girl-..."

Alice sways back towards Lessien again slowly before breathing in deeply, her lips parting softly in a whisper.

"... Or do I just call you -Queenie-?"

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Black Canary, Mary Marvel, Wonder Woman, Supergirl and Hawkgirl all seemed to turn slightly as Lessien shifted her weight beneath her black faded T-shirt that proclaimed it was a Girl's World. The heel of her right boot creaked on the chair ribbing that held her stool together. Minor movements that Betty and Alice conducted without thought... years of the fucking life. Betty would have usually joined this particular type of conversation with a hand full of blond hair, and an English accent full of American bar railing. Either through careful thought or sheer stupid fucking luck, the child had placed her back against the bar. Grabbing a hand full of face was one of the worse things you could ever do. Alice let a dragon's tail of gray smoke escape from between their teeth in an almost inaudible hiss like steam from whichever level of hell they were currently sharing.~

~Crack!!!!!~

~Somebody broke a fresh rack of pool balls over their shoulders, and half heard, stale beer humor floated in the following silence. Alice rubbed the glowing tip of the cigarette against the rounded black plastic of the mass produced, promotional Marlboro ashtray. Only then did Alice remember exactly what the Queen said.~

"When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast..."

~Alice quoted The Queen word for word. It was Betty who departed the text completely.~

"When I was your age,

Lover.

I knew to stay away from the places where little girls went to disappear."


~The shot glass was still mostly full, and they were both probably equally aware that it was too late for that. The child's pendulum weave reminding her of the Bamboo Pit Vipers she used to antagonize as a child in British Hong Kong. A shared heritage? Hardly, the sound of it grated. Her own accent left years ago with her parents and the safe life they embodied in memories long past faded. Her own accent was mutt, and she was fluent.~

"What do you want, Danger Girl. Hmm? Do you want a fucking pirate's tale? Or to say goodbye to your

oh

so

sweet

virginity?

I'm sure."

~Alice laid the cigarette to rest.~

~Betty grabbed the bottle with the looks of topping things off. A strong hand wrapped around the glass neck. But if Danger Girl was actually Fan Girl looking for her latest, lost role model in the ever sifting pile of strong women rising? Then said girl was going to be eating glass tonight and in 20 years she might actually thank her.~

"What did the Chinese Empress say?"

~Alice warned in her own peculiar way that the next words should be very

very

good. Be careful, the Chinese always said.~

[Alice]

It's hard for me to understand what she's saying..
That's why I'M the one dealing with this.
You're telling me you know what she's thinking?
Thinking? God no, I'm not a miracle worker. But there's a -understanding- I have that you don't Alice.
Just.. don't get us killed.
*a chuckle* That's the first time you've called us -us-.

"I like you."

T-th... THAT WAS YOUR BRILLIANT ANSWER? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
Alice, just... calm down and shut up.

Alice - though dangerously aware, takes a seat next to Lessien. She rests her arms against the bar before turning her attention to the enigma sitting beside her, she smiles before pulling her golden hair back behind her left ear softly.

"I'm sure you hear that a lot, so there's no real need for me to repeat myself. Been doing a lot of pointless and fruitless research on the divas in GCW, found out some stuff. Also found out a surprising amount of bios are for some reason, locked behind a very unique kind of grid. I also... found out...

Some stuff about you."

She smiles again at Lessien before turning back to face the bar on her stool. She spins in a semi - circle before tapping her fingers one by one against the bar.

Why are you telling her this?!
It's the truth.
You think she CARES about YOUR kind of truth?
-OUR-, and I guess we'll find out won't we. Why, are you afraid?
OF COURSE I AM! What happens if she breaks the damn bottle off the side of our skull?
We can take it as a sign of her not being happy with the news ;D

"You're a very interesting woman. I'm not sure I really care much about your unique -style- of wrestling or strange like mic ability. I'm drawn to things that are... what's that term....

One of a kind.

Kind of like you... so I guess that's that huh? You know, people make to big of a deal of things they don't like. Know what I mean, Queenie? If someone is... say black or maybe Hispanic, they don't want to accept them. Maybe if someone is... say gay, they tend to.. shun them.

I don't understand it... why does sex matter? Does it change the things that go on in your mind? Would your mind REALLY be so different if you had a cock? If your skin was dark or red? Hm... oh well. Guess I'm overthinking things..."

Stop this! You're going to drive her into a frenzy!
Oh come on, you think we are the only ones with a mind like-
I SAID ENOUGH!!!

"........."

Alice blinks rapidly for a good six seconds. Her fingers tense up against the bar, gripping madly for dear life. Her head hangs low for a second before she coughs once, twice... "... Unn..... mm.." She raises her head again with a heavy sigh, her eyes seem a little listless before she turns to face Lessien again. ".. Mmm.... right.. umm...."

Now you're fucked. Try explaining how your entire personality just changed in the matter of seconds without sounding insane.
This is all your fault! THIS IS WHY I HATE YOU!!!!
... Heh... fine, see how you do on your own.

"... A-anyway, my name is Alice... sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, sometimes little things just... slip my mind. It's embarassing... my mouth has a mind of its own you know?..." She clears her throat softly, rocking softly back and forth in place on her bar stool. She begins tapping her right thumb against the bar before looking up at the keep. "Um... can I get... a beer..." Something about such a plain order almost made a part of her laugh inside. The man doesn't even respond, he simply grabs a bottle of the closest kind of liquid that had a lid on it from behind the bar and slams it down in front of her.

"... Thank you.." A whisper, self confidence had vanished, it's what she wanted right? For the time being. If you really ask me to explain everything that just went on, this thing is gonna be even longer than it already is. So you should just assume for the time being and judge like all the rest. Alice sheepishly scratches the side of her cheek before opening the bottle slowly, she takes a sip and squints her eyes harshly, another soft little wicker of a whisper."... So.... um.. how's.... things?..."

Hah... hahahahaha ;D YOU'RE SHITTING ME RIGHT?
You stay out of this! You've done enough damage tonight!

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Silence.~

~Betty could only stare from behind dark glass. It was Alice of all people with the spreading warmth of violence in her finger tips. Betty silently mocked her between breaths with, 'the fan girls name is Alice. Oh it fucking does figure, that.'~

~Silence.~

~Only then did Betty relax a little and finally take another long hit from the glass. The scotch would keep Alice from breaking finger nails of in Fan Alice's eye lids... for a while. Danger Girl was too young to be a badge, and too fresh to be working for Danger R Us.~

"Just another Diva slash Debutante slash Amazonian slash Lotus sucking google my ass Fan Girl?"

"My life is now complete, with you."

~They turned in their stool to face the squinting wick. She could see her own reflection if she wanted to, in the dark glasses that covered ever sensitive eyes. She wasn't the first Fan Girl to find Lessien. They were usually from Kansas or Nebraska or some other forgotten third level of hell where women went to breed and die. They were usually not from England. But a lost girl was a lost girl, and she got the standard lost girl reply.~

"I don't care how the fucking Chicago Bulls did, Lover and I'm not lonely for conversation.

Talk to me.

Save your precious air."

~Betty reached for her battered pack of Lucky Strikes and soon a flame was lit as the small movements flashed her shoulder holster, loaded for the Chicago night life.~

"Fun, fun, fun."

~Betty exhaled long and just above Fan Alice's head.~

"I'll save it for both of us and give you the standard fan girl tri-level deal."

~Betty kicked the bottom of Danger Girl's stool with a boot to make sure she had complete attention. She hated to repeat herself most of all.~

"You can fight me.

You can fuck me

Or you can turn around and try to forget you were

ever

fucking

here."

~Alice loved this game, even after the fiftieth time. She counted them down along with Betty. One. Three.~

"They are all the same to me."

[Alice]

Oh me oh my.. I didn't see THAT one coming..
W... wait.. what is she... n-no... wait does she-
Ohhhh yes sir. That's exactly what she's saying.
Bu-but what.. what do I do??
Oh no, you said I did enough damage remember?


"I.. um.." Alice blinks once, twice, three times the confusion. She swallows hard before taking another large sip of her beer, her head tilted back her golden hair waved down behind her shoulders. She slams the bottle down on the bar, half empty. Alice breathes in slow and deep, heavy and harsh. Her heart was beating quick at a pace, a Rabbit running in the field. "... Y-you say that like it doesn't bothe-bother you..."

Geez, you're stuttering and fumbling over your words worse than Bush.
I- This.. you heard her! W-we have two choices...
Whoa there Alice, no no. Drop the -we- on this one. Nooo, I'm wiping my hands clean of this lol
Y, - YOU... but I need help here!! I...
Oh come on, you don't need help. You forget I'm in here too, I already KNOW the decision you're going to come to Alice
... But that's...

"... Ha.. hah- ha.... you, hm... you know you should be a- a little more... serious about stuff like that. Someone... someone like me c-could misunder..." Alice turns her attention back to Lessien, the Melwasul - one. She looks deep into that face, the broken trail of smoke in between the two. Mind games ran rampant in her own mind, she couldn't even imagine the kind of things running through Lessien's. She swallows hard again before hanging her head a bit. She couldn't deny that Lessien was serious.

She did give us a third option you know, we could just leave.
I know....
... Heh, you're so transparent it's amusing.
.. Being... curious doesn't make me transparent...
No, willing to let someone who'd just as soon huck you than fuck you, that, THAT makes you transparent.
... Well, what would you do... if you were in charge right now?
Oh please, you have to ask?

"... I'm.. I'm here to learn about stuff.. I wanted to learn more about the ro-roster..." Alice speaks softly, her head hung down low, fingers fidgeting like she was typing on a typewriter. Her mind flashes about the various -things- Lessien could teach her. She shakes her head thusly from side to side before coughing, clearing her throat softly. Her heartbeat quickens, a twinge in her eye. Alice balls up her fists forcefully.

Hey, what are you thinking of doing.
I.. we, came here to learn about the roster.
Yes, that doesn't explain what you're thinking of-.. hey, Alice wait!
There are various different things she can teach us... b-but.. there's only ONE way to get them...
Alice, think this out for a second! You've seen what she-

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Alice lunges out of her bar stool, her body tossed at Lessien like a wild beast. It knocks them both asunder from their respective stools. The crash stops the low life actions of the seedy little bar. She races to her feet with her chest beating a mile a minute. She was in shock, awe, all that jazz. Alice spins and cracks the quickly standing Lessien in the side of the head with a backfist. It would be a hollow victory.

Alice quickly drops to one knee after being cracked in the ribs with a boot. Her eyes widen in pain. ".....!" A fistful of her golden locks proves to be a negative side effect as her head is yanked back firmly. "Ah.... " Her eyes stare up at Lessien with a mix of all emotions within her young body and disturbed mind. Confusion, excitement, allure, intrigue, potential attraction, oh a a heaping helping of FEAR.

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Betty wracked the viper's head back and forth viciously as Alice tried to find their feet, falling slightly against the wall for support. She shook her own head slowly and gently, trying to find the seconds hand of time again.~

"One."

~Betty spit blood from a broken lip, momentarily silenced by the choice of door number one, and equally silenced by the fact that she hadn't seen it coming. Four years ago she would have shattered the wrist before it even disturbed the air around her face... let alone strike her. Blond stick was quick fucking lethal but the venom only stung the whole left side of her face.~

~Alice found time and began moving with it again.~

"Nobody ever did,

or ever will,

escape the consequences of her choices."

~Alice's words broken by jagged air. Danger's girl spine met concrete bar interior at all the wrong angles as her feet lost the ground and Lessien's years threw her by the golden mane.~

Oh shit!!!!

~The crowd's consensus was mutual with empathy as Danger Girl's side struck the floor hard with gravity. Door number one had never been the most popular choice. She could count them on two... now three fingers. Alice refused to let go of locks and the feel of expensive shampoo. She leaned back to some rabbitine waltz of momentum, slinging their partner into the side of bar shoulder first and with feeling. Betty kicked the fallen bar stool off the back of her fucking head to rattling noise down the cleared out 'dance' floor.~

"Show me how much you care."

~Betty wiped her numbed face against a leather sleeve. The cacophony of noise surrounding them only feeding her. Eyes scanning the bartender, close to the phone but not dialing a single digit. This was the kind of bar where the bullets had already flown by the time the badges got the 911. Alice licked her lips cold as Betty shrugged out of her leather, road worn shell, letting it find the floor as well.~

"Oh do step inside already."

~Betty stepped back and spread her base to shoulder wide, willing and waiting for the matted, bloody and blond mess to get back to her feet. Behind her, money began to change hands. The odds stacking quick against youth today.~

[Alice]

...!
... I tried, to remind you... that she's an actual WRESTLER!
Unn... that.. hurt...
Yes, I felt it. It hurt like a bitch. So what are we going to do now?
.. I thought you wiped your hands clean of this situation.....

".... Haa... haa...." Alice gasps heavily, the liquor stained pine below her fingertips wasn't helping her regain a vertical base. She scatters the booze across her fingers, soaking them down. A whip of her wrists as they glide through her hair, the sting and wit of pain as her fingers cruise over a cut and scrape beneath her golden main. "... You..."

I'm surprised you knew how to do that.
... How are we going to fight against Melwasul?
There is no -WE-, in this. If you want to LIVE, -I- should take over.
You think you can fend her off better?... I hate to break this news to you.... but our body is still one in the s-a-m-e.
Muscle and Knowledge differ little one~

"... Oh... oh yes, I like you... no doubt...."

Alice grabs the wooden cylinder base of the nearest table, she pulls it down. The table falls, beer and poor food crash against the stained ground behind howls of hooting and disgust at the little -show- the crowd was sure to be promised. Alice uses the table to prop herself up before cracking the wooden base off at an angle with her left heel. Her body ducks down low, grabbing the broken edge before she runs in a blind rage at the Enigma.

What are you doing?!! YOU SAID YOU COULD FIGHT HER!
Shut up shut up SHUT UP AND LET ME CONCENTRATE!!

Alice swings the broken leg wildly in futility at Lessien, the bar Queen drops down to a knee before coming back up with her own head. It cracks under the base of Alice and her pretty little jaw, a stumble and the roar of the so called -crowd- were enough to bring the golden haired one back down to the ground quickly.

"... T-chhh....!"

Alice simply kicks at the base of Queenie's shins, the first actual falter of the Melwasul - One. Wonderland takes over as Alice quickly pushes ahead, an embrace against Lessien, against the bottom edge of the bar. She pins her momentarily against the ever dampening pine before staring at her in the wild eyed and hysterical sense her mind had reached.

"... Haha... come on then Queenie... GIVE ME THAT LOVELESS HEART OF YOURS!!"

Alice slams her forehead into Lessien's shoulder and collarbone, gripping hold tight, oh so tight. She rolls back and buries her boot in the Queen's stomach, flipping her overhead. She scrambles to her feet, the circle of sweaty and obviously horny men watching the bar room cat fight tighten up a bit, confused, perhaps surprised at Alice's demeanor switch. She knew, she knew the Queen didn't care, it didn't phase her. No...

"... No... cause nothing, nothing scared the Red Queen, does it?! SHOW ME THAT NEVER - AFTER!"

W.. what's wrong with you?...
SHUT UP, I'M STARTING TO ENJOY THIS NOW FINALLY, FINALLY SOMEONE I CAN PLAY WITH! PLAY WITH ME QUEENIE!!!~~

Alice takes a step, twice a step in her Cinderella like mind set of violence before slamming her boot into the stomach of the downed Queen of all things Disturbia~ She howls out along with the men before attempting a second go, she launches her boot... and gets it caught, in Lessien's hands. Gravity, balance, two things quickly removed out from under her as she is pulled too and fro from her feet. The Red Queen of -Love- quickly mounts Alice, the feeling of a light love TAP here and there are felt, spine tingling shots blow by blow. Left to right up going down and a side to side dance of Lessien's fists staring Alice's face and chest~

[Lessien Melwasul]

~A minute later and the rain stopped as abruptly as it had begun as the final bead of consciousness slipped from Danger Girl's bruise swollen eyes. In the morning she would be lucky she wasn't dead for the basic fact that no one would have been able to identify the body. Already the lines of hew once rather pretty face had begun to become indistinguishable from the swelling mass that would be called her face.~

"Endure"

~Betty was heaving of breath as she half rolled and half off her fan. It was just like she said, it was all the same to her.~

"and breathless."

~Alice added a combat heeled kick to the sleeping temple of her skull for punctuation. The head jerked right and stayed as disappointed voices and folded bills were exchanged by the shadows still behind them. Betty's breath was sill heavy but slowing as she placed her hands on the alcohol slicked concrete and pushed herself up, bringing their discarded coat up with her as she did. All again, slower than it used to be. But effective in the end.~

"Memento"

~Alice reminded, licking her still swelling lip. But Betty had not forgotten.~

"Like you said."

~She took one more heavy breath to collect herself before reaching down for blood soaked collar of Danger Girl's shirt and getting a firm grip. Her eyes caught the pocked bartender's who was underwhelmed by the fact that he had just lost $20.00 on the blond 'bitch'.~

"Girl talk."

~Betty dragged her across the floor to the rarely used ladies room. The shadows easily making a hole for her and her luggage until the door swung close behind them.~

"..."

~Was as awake as Betty was going to allow Danger to get as young face met industrial mirror and matching ceramic basin. The lights went out again before they could even come on. It was too bad, the cool tile floor might actually have been soothing. Alice's nimble fingers again went to work, but this time with a broken piece of looking glass. The poetry of it all never lost on her as she slit the little girl's sleeve open from shoulder to bicep, exposing pale English flesh.~

"Welcome to the looking glass room."

~Alice whispered as she was bent close to the ear. Carving a line into the fragile fresh for each year she was away. A child like scrawl, for it was hard to write in blood and tearing flesh. It was hard to sign her name. But sign her name she did with ever so much care.~

Alice

~Bled in long streaks that would dry when Danger Girl would wake without Lessien or her spare cash at her sweet side anymore.~