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Post by Dolorous Amber Tangerine on Jan 18, 2010 4:38:59 GMT
Dolly grinned walking from eerie aisle to eerie aisle. There were so many things here she'd never seen. A tea set used for magic? Particularly poison tea? Genius. Sure she sounded sadistic but no one could say this wasn't interesting. Books on curses and hexes lined on wall, skulls were in a glass box near another. Vials of blood were in a corner and various monocles and eyes lay in another.
She came to look around a bit maybe buy some things, some ingredients for a potion or maybe some black candles. She deviated toward books on hexes and curses picking one out finding it very interesting. Dolly took it turning left into a place with onyx stones and pure black crystal balls meant to see omens. Dolly smile, she definitely belonged here.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 18, 2010 22:06:31 GMT
Diane looked around herself, bright new eyes scanning the shelves, a smile caked in bright red lipstick flashed out against the bright white of her face. She twisted a finger around her new haircut, the black was far richer than the one she had had before and suited her new gothic, sexy attitude. Although the old Diane would never admit it, she was loving her new confidence boost, finding herself becoming what she was always afraid of and able to not care about the looks people gave her. At least she was fine, when she wasn't hurting people. That was when her spirit enjoyed it the most, she felt.
Diane grinned, looking through the poisons and torture items with keen interest, a mischievous smile on her face. For now, she was just passing the time before her appointment at the tattoo parlour, discovering all of the secret jems in the world she had been too afraid to reach out and take.
Diane pushed forwards, her smile widening as she saw Dolly, stepping to what Diane would have usually considered uncomfortably close. "And what would a girl like you be doing in a place like this?" she asked, her tone a cross between complimenting and accusing.
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Post by Dolorous Amber Tangerine on Jan 18, 2010 22:21:25 GMT
Dolly heard a voice peering up slowly from behind the book she was reading. It was Diane. She looked very different. "Interesting makeover." She mumbled quietly pushing her glasses up. That was when she sensed something off about De. A strange aura surrounding Diane, the makeover wasn't her doing.
"I come here often, you just never knew." Dolly said wanting to avid whatever was inside Diane. It was unnatural how malicious the spirit was. Things were getting out of hand with the spirits now. The deaths, various possessions, and yet no one is doing anything about it. Dolly turned back to her book and turned around ignoring Diane for the most part.
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Post by Anna Maria Valentine on Jan 18, 2010 22:26:21 GMT
Anna Maria looked at the mirror, smiling. She had performed a perfect switch, or so she thought. Anna added the final touch to her outfit, a tiny strip of black cloth with pale white lacing, to compliment her hair of course. A pair of leather boots reached her knees, heels so high she had to think to walk. A black mini skirt hid the devil red undergarments, with a white short sleeved, button up shirt covered with a loose hanging black tie.
She's a good girl, but it felt great to be a liar.
Maria winked at all the passing guys, walking down the backstreets of the city with ease. She turned, letting her hair flow behind her. A hex shop? Perfect. Anna touched the door, letting it slid open. "Diane?" she asked in a crystal clear voice, her husky tones only adding to the sweetness. Her room mate was standing not five feet from her, of course is was Diane! Who else could it be?
She was a good girl and it felt great to be a liar
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 18, 2010 22:29:16 GMT
Diane smiled, her smile almost appearing as a sneer as her bottom lip curled slightly. She looked at Dolly with interest, judging her with her eyes and not very subtley either. "You know, you should probably get one too," she suggested, her words almost coming out as forceful. "I bet there's a pretty little slut just dying to get out from beneath those clothes," she said, coming even closer to her, her eyes running across her curves as she mentally undressed her, obviously enjoying every moment.
She gritted her teeth, turning slightly to the sound of Maria's voice, anger flaring through her body, "Can't you see that I'm talking to someone Maria? Who ever taught you manners, your fucking American ignorance?" she sneered, finally meeting her eyes, "Besides, this is a shop for real people. Be on your way, little girl." she said, smiling menacingly, every one of her white teeth gleaming.
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Post by Dolorous Amber Tangerine on Jan 18, 2010 22:38:51 GMT
Dolly flipped the book shut a bit annoyed by the spirit. She took a step back. "No thank you, unlike you I don't like selling my body at a young age and end up used an ugly when I get older. But more power to you." She said turning to another shelf with small daggers on it. She picked one up thinking if it would be any good for a ritual. Dolly waved to Maria hearing De's harsh words. She didn't say anything about it though knowing very well why she was saying these things.
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Post by Anna Maria Valentine on Jan 18, 2010 22:46:23 GMT
Anna Maria just smiled, not even caring about Diane's words. "Little girl? Puh-lease, Diane. My boobs are far bigger then yours. Besides. I'm not a fake little bi-atch." She winked at her room mate, though none of it as exactly a joke. "Don't forget, I learned from the best. I learned to be a crapper from you" Anna smirked, sliding up beside Dolly with ease. Maria struggled to keep up with the insults, struggled to keep up with anything right now though.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 18, 2010 22:57:01 GMT
Diane sneered at them both, feeding off their negative energy. It was like a new, highly addictive and highly dangerous drug. She could feel the adrenalline pouring through her viens, filling her with new fuel. "Don't deny that you want to fuck, Dolly. You're a real person, not just a fucking toy. Maybe that's it, maybe you're just a blow-up doll, refusing to admit it. Not even worth knowing the name of, not even worth ever knowing you exist but for a short time, when they can just take whatever they want you to do. Its not like anyone ever remembers or cares about someone who's not real" she said, flipping the argument straight back to Maria, "Isn't that right Little. Girl. You know, curves are slightly useless when you can barely see them, and can't even use them."
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Post by Dolorous Amber Tangerine on Jan 18, 2010 23:16:03 GMT
Dolly walked over to some onyx stone picking one up. "Oh I'm sorry were you talking De, I couldn't tell." She said placing the stone down. "I don't tend to notice garbage in nice clothes but oh well." Dolly yawned getting quite bored with the spirit who was uninteresting. She turned toward Diane addressing the demon. "Guess what, you can try to anger as many people as you want little girl, but people are just going to get annoyed with you and bored like me, face it, you are weak and boring." Dolly gave a smile. "Have fun with your possession De." She walked across the store.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 18, 2010 23:26:05 GMT
Her eyes narrowed; inside, Diane was just an attention-whore, just like most people in the world, though she hid her urges well, almost to the point of despising the thing she craved most. Now, in the new form, this Diane would not take ignoring lightly. She followed her across the shop, and in an instant grabbed her arm, the heat from her fingertips rising until it was close to burning, and still she did not let go, "I will not be ignored by a bitchy wanna be blow-up Dolly like you," she said through gritted teeth, concentrating on the heat in her hands. She had done this before, why should now be any different? She could only hope it would last for a lifetime. "I was weak and boring. But take a look, update the record, because this Diane is not going anywhere."
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Post by Dolorous Amber Tangerine on Jan 18, 2010 23:30:46 GMT
Dolly's armed was grabbed as she felt the heat. Usually she'd show pain but not to this girl. She screamed. The shop owner rushed over there. Dolly kicked her raising her leg right in the stomach. "Back off." She said glaring. "You're boring Diane, you're worth ignoring." She said with a malicious grin. "Go find someone else to pay attention to you, because I'm not wasting my time." The shop owner had stared at the two strangely. "She attacked me." Dolly said nonchalantly walking away again.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 18, 2010 23:45:49 GMT
Diane glared, a soft growling sound coming through her mouth as she bared her teeth, feeling more like an animal than any human could. She looked between Dolly and the shop owner, knowing that even if Dolly didn't admit it, she had certainly left her mark on her. It would be a while before she forgot this. Diane rolled her eyes, diving for the nearest shelves, made of solid metal with many sharp glass ornaments and trinkets piled high, as she grabbed the side and pulled, aiming the giant display case at Dolly and the shop keeper, not really minding which one she hurt as long as one of them suffered.
She stepped back examining her work with a wide smile, folding her arms across her chest, her lacy black halterneck top sliding down to show more cleavage, but she didn't mind.
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Post by Dolorous Amber Tangerine on Jan 18, 2010 23:50:43 GMT
Dolly heard the noise of something being pulled then sensed it. She turned around opening her palm the items running short of hitting her face, as they froze in mid-air. She pushed the ornaments out of the way as the shopkeeper had received a few cuts. It looked strange all the glass frozen in mid-air. The shopkeeper ran to the back of the room. "Face it, you haven't been in Diane long enough to have your true power." Dolly pushed more glass ornaments out of the way as she snapped her finger all of them crashing to the ground. "Fight me when you get used to your new body eh?" Dolly said with an amused look. "Well on the bright side you managed to hurt the shopkeeper hopefully that will satiate your thirst for violence so far."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 0:05:12 GMT
Diane smiled; she was beginning to enjoy having Dolly as a sparring partner. She didn't really want to hurt her, after all that would be a waste of a perfectly good sex toy. She didn't want to leave to many marks on her - that would come later. "This has been fun, Dolly. I look forward to our next... lets say, date?" her smile turned wide, not trying to be seductive but still very sexual.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm running late for an appointment. Enjoy," she told her, giving her a playful salute goodbye - the characteristic quirk to let Dolly know that it was still Diane that was staying influential in the body - and stepped over the glass and out of the door, slamming it so hard behind her the glass in the frame shattered.
-fini-
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