Thread: Rave (Midnight/asasthana)

Lianna stared at the blood, watching the thickening liquid creep it's way over her skin, funneled by the network of folds in her hand, toward her wrist from her fingertips. Fascinated by this steady progression, she watched a drop fell from her white flesh to land on the carpet below. Another drop followed. Lianna blinked, snapping out of her near trance-like state, and wiped up the mess. Three of her other fingers were already bandaged, the white gauze stained fire engine red already. Lianna busied herself, wiping up the trickling blood, and then took a deep steady breath. She placed the bleeding digit into the pool of pink stained disinfectant. The breath hissed out instantly, and the bloody fingertip began to foam. Again, she was fascinated, and watched the bubbles appear and build briefly into little hills before subsiding. She was left staring at the raw tip of her digit - The flesh remained, but the skin was carefully cut away, as one would remove the skin from the flesh of an apple. She began to wrap her finger up in gauze to match the other three on that hand. The other hand was already completed. It wouldn't stop some of the more advanced identification techniques, but it would stop the most cursory exam from identifying her. And she certainly didn't want to be identified. The gauze, oddly, matched her surroundings. Whitewashed walls made a clean slate of the room, matched by white of the carpet. Even the furniture was snowy white painted hardwood, thick and sturdy. Pale green made a nice accent, decorating her bed cover and the curtains of her room. Lianna ignored this all. It wasn't her room - she simply slept there. It was, instead, her mothers room. Every room in the house was her mothers room. Everything in the house was quite simply summed up as her mothers - except her, of course. She was her fathers. Finished with the bandaging, the brunette shifted her position slightly to a more comfortable stance. She picked back up the knife, and with another deep breath began to slice away the last of her fingertips. ---- Liana shouldered her backpack, adjusting how it sat in the hollow of her back. All this technology, and they couldn't manage to make a truly comfortable backpack. Her skin was smudged, and her hair not the cleanest, but she still looked presentable. It would have to do. She finally had her trail, finally knew the source. She began the walk, the sun beating down on the concrete jungle - not that it carried much warmth. She wasn't bothered, ignoring the chilled air of early morning. Indeed, she caried teh air of joy about her like a mantle. It was not true joy, though - her pupils, dialated to their fullest extent, were hidden behind a set of sunglasses. Rave was such a wonderful, wonderful thing, and a bag of the stuff had a permanent residence in her pack. Originally, she hadn't known to much about the drugs aside from the warnings that were transmitted over the video consoles back home. After she'd left her home, however, she'd encountered it on the streets. She determined it was the most wonderful that existed - even if the price was a tad outrageous. Now, however, she was dirt poor. The stock of cash she'd smuggled from her mothers purse had dwindled. Almost none of it had been spent on food, or shelter, or anything else for that matter - near every penny had gone into the stock of the pills. So her search for it's source began. Armed with this information, she set out to see what sort of deal she could haggle... The stock she had would last her 2 days, and after that she NEEDED that drug. ---- Lianna was close, she knew, and night was closing in around her. Light flickered on everywhere in the city, casting a cold blue glare with their energy efficient bulbs. She stopped, and fished out the last of her cash. It was enough. She walked inside the hotel, ignoring the shabby carpeting. After all, she wasn't here to stay. Hi, I hate to bother you sir.. she started. She was cut off immediately by the imposing figure behind the desk, the hulking form of a man. We don't allow hookers. I'm no hooker. She had the grace to look offended. Nor am I a whore. I just wanted to know if I could buy a room for an hour. Just for myself. No one else. He grunted, casting her a sidelong look that spoke volumes on his disbelief. Gotta name? Lilly Howle. She produced a flimsy piece of plastic, and held it out. It detailed her on it, and looked terribly authentic - which it was, exception of the picture. Alright. The room is one floor up, 3rd on the right. Be out of there in an hour. If anyone is seen coming or going besides you, I'm calling the cops. Lianna nodded and hurried upstairs. By the hours finish she'd gotten into clean clothing and washed away the grime of the street. She left, turning the key back into the front desk. The man just gave her another suspicious look, and then sent her on her way. --- The last bit of her cash was promptly used up in the ride to the address. It wasn't far, but it was cold outside, and she didn't want to be there longer than she had too. Paying the man everything she had, plus a few coins she picked up on the street outside the car, she turned to the imposing structure in front of her. Double checking the address, she went down the stairs one by one. Again, she hesitated. She'd come this far, however, and couldn't let herself stop now. She rapped mightily on the door. The sound of the dog inside made her jump, and as the door cracked open, she was still wide eyed.