Glass Echoes (Evony and Lucy)

[Lyra Caruso]

All she needed were some movies in a bag, some that would be appreciated by a fellow horror fan, and throw on a green hoodie over her clothes. Lyra was not a girl all about gussying up, not for just hanging out in someone’s room for the evening.

The girl reached under her bed and pulled out a mirror small-sized all mirror: the frame was art deco in style with intertwined patches of red and gold. This was a prize of a random afternoon in a thrift shop in the North End – leave it to the Italians to have something this gaudy lying around! Lyra found eccentric frame charming enough to buy it, long before ever even knowing she had an ability that would give it far more use than just décor.

“Let’s go see Luce.” She told her reflection with a bright grin, resting the mirror on its side. Reaching in, the mirror rippled like water and the small girl was allowed passage into the world on the other side. The initial darkness was not to last long, small rays of light flittered from shapes: screens, mirrors and liquids in all rooms around her. It would be dizzying…if Lyra had not already set a path to her acquaintance’s room.

“Well then world.” Lyra said into the darkness, half-floating past the multitude of windows into reality. Backward texts and game screens flickers across the screens, while figures lived their merry lives without ever knowing one could even catch a glimpse of their solitary time.

“Show me to Luce’s room. I know I left a mark.”

Yes, because that's totally not stalker-ish, the girl thought to herself. Fully aware of how weird it could look, but then how the hell else was she going to quickly get to a friendly-type’s room for shenanigans? Using the door? That's just so….normal. And boring! Aside from that, it did give her a chance to see what this world was capable of – case in point, trying to find the damned mark.

Should not be too difficult, Lucy’s room wasn't far from hers.

[Evony Vasiliev]

The day's activities had concluded with an uproarious crescendo into mischief and a rather panicky shopkeeper, a lone candy store now without much of its diabetes inducing stock. Evy had visited the Queen's vault of candy, doing what she did best once inspecting what was on offer. Gummi bears, sherbet, red licorice and popping candy were just a few of the tasty morsels the wily acrobat had taken with her, shoving the entirety of what was on offer in her backpack. It was a relatively easy heist, there was only one shopkeeper, a pimply faced boy who was focusing on the little kids that had entered roughly the same time Evy had. There was no point worrying about the pastel haired teenager, it was the sticky fingered kids he had to worry about. Unfortunately for him, his porcelain skinned customer had disappeared into the polished metal counter, taking half of his stock with her.

Evy didn't care if the boy had seen her, which was highly unlikely considering the amount of children hoarding his shop. Who would believe him anyways, a blue haired girl had stolen my candy?! Sounded like the plot of some B-grade Disney cartoon. Laughing at the thought, the acrobat shot through into her private little realm, escaping the sound of giggling kids and kooky pop music.

The Reflection world, an inverted dimension accessible to her and her only. A place of its own, a cacophony of twisted sounds and echoing voices, where colours opposed the real world counterparts and gravity itself had inverted. Time was non-existent here, there was no oxygen or natural light, just the silvery void dotted with 'windows' of light. Evy was a ghost here, an intangible entity in her own private kingdom, a place where she could shamelessly spy, stalk and break and enter. It was no lie that much of its use helped her nefarious schemes and grand heists, but ever since that night its primary use was a gateway into the room of a particular girl. Lucy Serrano.

"~ I take you to the candy shop ~", she sung aloud, her voice echoing 50 cent's most ridiculous song to date, "~I let you lick the lollipop woah!~", she hummed with gusto, twirling on her feet as she continued dashing through the weightless void. The song seemed appropriate for that moment, entertaining her for several good minutes. Only stopping when her entire surroundings began to twist and contort, like the space around her had been tossed into a blender.

"Oh...this isn't good...", she mumbled, her brow raised as the endless void around her began up shimmer with a foreign light, as if something was trying to penetrate the space. Blinking twice and halting her movements the girl stopped, floating midair as she flitted her gaze around the ever shifting environment. What the hell was happening? Whatever it was, it didn't look good.

Whipping her head around and tightening her dainty hands around the straps of her bag the girl began to 'sprint', her alabaster form dashing through the void, Lucy's bedroom being her final destination. The closer she got the more claustrophobic it became, as if her path had begun to narrow into a black hole. "Shit shit shit", she panicked, leaping into the air and letting her body zone in on the glistening window that was Lucy's bedroom. She would have made it, the blue haired missile had a clear shot...that was until she collided with something else.

Something living.

[Lyra Caruso]

Lyra should have realized it when her own path started to appear monochromatic. It was at first in small doses but the violet haze obscured the appearance at first. She should have realized it when she swore she heard a voice from the darkness, something about candy? But voices were far from strange here, people usually sing or talk to themselves when alone in their rooms, unaware someone would exist on the other side of a reflective screen. The girl was so intent looking through the many windows for the familiar symbol she had left noting Lucy’s location.

“Oh, there!” A glowing symbol that hung in the air, the Nordic rune “fehu” right near the entry point into Lucy’s room. She had drawn it into air a few days apart from meeting Lucy and there it had managed to remain. The experiment was a success!

Apart from the rune, any other possible indications that something very strange was going to happen had been ignored until the point of impact. Wait, she remembered clearly thinking a second before the collision, the colors she was accustomed to suddenly had much more…contrast? It was not quite right somehow, wider than she could remember too.

There had been little time to even question it further when she collided into something living. “Augh what the fuck is your-?!“

WAIT. The girl stopped short of her usual reaction of berating. What the hell could she have possibly collided into here? Lyra lifted her head to witness her answer clearly before her. The violet hazed darkness and the inverted world met at the exact same point of Lucy’s mirror, intertwining in a surreal duel of personal realities. The dark haired one stared at the ghost of a stranger before her and lifted a finger to point at her. The impossibility was a great shock to the young girl; she had never seen any other person or being within her world!

“Ah! What the fuck are you and how are you even here?!”

[Evony Vasiliev]

Even as her body tumbled through the weightless void of the inverted world, or what was left of it Evy could not comprehend the exceedingly foreign situation she had found herself in. She actually felt something, the recoil through her bones forcing a pained groan to escape her lips. There was no way this was possible. It had to be a mirage, or a trick that her mind was playing on her. Had she exceeded her time limit? Was she lost in this inverted dimension forever? Her mind panicked over the endless possibilities and it wasn't until the particular obstacle began to speak did the blue haired thief flinch with shock.

A girl? What the fuck was a girl doing here?

"Wh-what wait! No, what are you doing here?", Evy shot right back at the figure she had collided with, her blue eyes wide with uncertainty. The figure was a girl she had never seen before; brunette, roughly around her height and quite pretty. Although being pretty wasn't much help in calming Evy's current confusion. How on earth had someone breached her world? Was this her evil twin?

The sensation was like having someone walk in on you taking a shit, well...at least that was the best analogy Evy could come up with at the time. Her ability was so personal to her, intrinsically linked to who she was and what she did best. A circus freak with a penchant for stealing pretty things. But now her secret world had been shattered, invaded by an unknown girl like a virus in a body.

Glancing up at the 'window' before her Evy scanned what remained in the shimmering portrait. A messy room, art supplies strewn across the floor and a chubby bunny rolling around in a cage. Yep, it was Lucy's room. But why was this stranger here? Ordering pizza? Obviously not, but it was the best explanation at the moment. "O-okay. Now shut the fuck and answer me this. Are you a...wait, hold up. Have you been spying on Lucy?", Evy stated aloud, cocking a brow as she noticed the glowing symbol atop the window. It was an understandable question really, what did the acrobat use the Reflection world for? To stalk.

She gave the girl a scrutinising gaze, wrinkling her nose and inching backwards just in case the newcomer did anything weird. What the hell was in that bag? What do you say to someone in a place that didn't exactly exist, no country had jurisdiction in this dimension nor did the authorities know that it was a medium for Evy's petty crimes. A medium that had been discovered by this random chick. "What are you doing here? And by here I mean Lucy's room?", she questioned, crossing her arms whilst taking a wary step closer to the window...just in case she needed a quick escape.

[Lyra Caruso]

So comes the impasse: the pair volleyed the very same questions at one another in their mutual surprise. The environment reacted between the utters of theories, encroaching but never quite overcoming past Lucy's mirror. All that was left was who would reveal their answers first.

Lyra would glare at the...blue pixie thing, she had no idea what to call it just yet. Not only was it in HER damned space, but it was demanding answers of her, calling her a stalker? Okay, the symbol and the fact she did watch others for the purpose of screwing with their minds may not help her case, but Lucy was exempted from those kind of visits. What the hell was that all about?! The girl's hand gripped the strap of her bag, seeing the cerulean eyes quizzically acknowledging its presence. All she wanted to do was hang out and watch some fun movies with Lucy, and now she had to deal with this weirdness! Lyra felt a surge of annoyance rise in her chest and did not hesitate to speak up.

"Hey Bluebroad, I don't have to answer shit! What the hell do you even mean by why I'm even here? It's not even any of your damn business! You're the weird thing invading my territory, throwing around some seriously...specific assump...tions..."

Lyra's face paled slightly by the end of her outburst. It was now her own turn to move closer to Lucy's mirror into her room. There was still a number of unknowns present: was the blue girl real and could she come out into reality if Lyra made a break for it? And could she even risk that?

"Holy shit, you're stalking Luce!" The girl pointed at her. "You're some crazy manic pixie mirror thing stalking Luce, aren't ya?"

And here she was without Matilda, just her damned luck! Still, she could not back down now. It was probably a good thing Lucy wasn't visible, at least from her vantage point. The last thing Lyra wanted was to let a pixie-stalker thing from the reflective world attacking the one person that did not bother her!

"Well, back the fuck away. Find some other person to stalk, it's not like you'd get a refusal from anyone around here."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Fate usually had the habit of thrusting peculiar circumstances in the most strangest of places and it was here, in a world that did not entirely exist, did the acrobat find herself particularly bewildered. It was like a meeting of two storms, clashing realities that advances and receded at the same time. Although she had a pistol for a mouth and a tongue coated in sass Evy was in a state of complete and utter confusion. There was no science to her power, no explanations for the appearance of this random chick and the acrobat was left metaphorically scratching her head at the phenomenon. Damn this girl and her attitude.

"Oh, don't give me attitude! If this was your territory would I be able to do this?", Evy shot back, curling the corners of her lips ever so slightly as she summoned a faultless and frozen mirage of Lucy herself. A very pretty doppelgänger, the only thing missing was the sneer and the bad posture Lucy was famous for. "Now bitch, explain that?" Evy smirked, nudging the mirage before it dissipated into the void.

The jab at being a 'crazy manic pixie mirror thing' actually forced the blue haired girl to snort and drop her expression to a completely blank one. This chick wasn't serious was she? "Uhh what the fuck?", she questioned, cocking a brow and inching her head backwards in an attempt to distance herself from the massively stupid theory. "Damnit, you got me! Yeah I'm totally some spirit haunting this world and stalking good ole Serrano over here", she sighed, exasperated at having to restort to sarcasm as she jabbed a manicured thumb in the direction of Lucy's room.

It was strange actually having a conversation (confrontation?) with another in this world, it was like speaking to a copy of a copy. Both girls had bags strapped to their backs and both had converged at the exact same point, for the same reason? Evy sincerely hoped not. The Boston accent in itself was ridiculous but the fact that this rookie was making threats against her forced an amused smirk to ripple across Evy's peachy lips.

"Hey! Before you go all gangster on me and start a turf war can you just turn around and shoo so I can visit a...friend?" Evy stated, attempting a Boston accent whilst taking a swift step forward till her body covered half of the window. This whole scenario was just super weird, so weird in fact that Evy was morbidly curious as to who this chick was. What was her deal anyways?

[Lyra Caruso]

The entire ordeal was setting off a lot of red flags for the younger girl. Bluebroad did not confirm her suspicions of being a Lucy-Stalker but did little to deny it either. At least she wasn’t some sort of weird spirit of doom, but it still didn't explain what the hell she was apart from a creeper. The cerulean girl made a show of herself to prove whatever point she had, transforming into a pretty nice copy of her friend. It would almost be perfect, except yes, the smirk and overall laid-back was absent. And the younger’s girl’s response to the invader showing her skill set returning to her manic pixie form and snarky comebacks?

Completely flat expression, just color her unimpressed. Not like Lyra could actually do anything beyond screwing with reflections for her own amusement, especially since the younger girl barely had time to explore what this world was capable of. That was how quickly she had been thrown into Hammel. It felt like a time to breathe in this place had not happened just yet.

“Sooo, what, you can turn yourself into a copy of the person you happen to be stalking?” Clap. Clap. Might as well give some sort of commendation to the Bluebroad. “Because that’s not creepy or obsessive in the least, but what do I know, right?”

Just a brief shrug and smile; it would be cute if it wasn't so malicious.

“I get that I pissed you off somehow, but really? How old are you that you poke fun at the way I talk? Well, whatever, feel free to be an absolute bitch if you want, but don’t fuckin’ make me sound like I’m from Southie! Yech.”

Lyra huffed in annoyance, especially since her accent was a lot softer in accent than some other people she knew…unless copious amounts of drinking was involved. There was a lot about this broad that just bothered her, especially that she seemed to carry an annoying and highly alarming familiarity with Luce. Not even the fact Bluebroad was still invading and occupying the same safe haven from the usual mess of reality bothered her as much. Lyra had made peace that two of of them had some sort of similar wavelength in ability albeit a huge gap utilizing it.

Nah, this chick was a total show off AND made fun of her accent, and that rolled off her back easy. The dismissiveness is what irked her. The younger girl shot a frosty glare at the blue haired one.

“I’m not gonna do that, Bluebroad. In fact, YOU can ‘shoo’ yourself because at least I was invited. I hardly think a stalker has any right to dictate when I can visit my friend, yeah?”

Lyra's glare flipped to a cheery smile before making a dash to Lucy’s mirror. The bunny was looking their way, as if confused to what the hell was going on behind the mirror.

[Evony Vasiliev]

The tension between the two mirror jumpers was so thick that it could be cut with a blade, something that was almost tangible in the weightless void. Evy's face was scrunched up in a mixture of annoyance and amusement, a strange cocktail of emotions considering just how peculiar this brunette sass machine was. She was young, clearly a smartass and had severe personality issues that needed working out. It was a shame really, the girl reminded Evy of her little sister. The thought actually forced the blue haired thief to stifle a smirk, the similarities were so noticeable that she instantly took a grudging appreciation for the girl. "No need to give me attitude princess", Evy uttered with a Cheshire grin, cocking her brow as she gave the girl another scrutinising gaze.

"What do you have to know? If you were Lucy's 'friend' she would have surely mentioned you...oh well, no harm in that. I couldn't care less who you were", Evy half joked, running her dainty porcelain fingers through her bob of cerulean hair. What else could she do but be bit of a bitch to the girl? In all honesty, Evy was simply reeling from the discovery of another sharing her power, it was weird, slightly invasive and a whole lot more intruiging.

Baiting the girl was a fairly easy enough task, surely she would have lasted a bit longer than snap after a bit of condescending bitchiness, but it seemed she was still a sapling. All bark and no bite. "Aww no need to get your knickers in a twist sweetie", Evy cooed, giving the girl a big grin just to piss her off even further. If this snarky little thing really was Lucy's friend then that was a clear indication of the tattooed beauty's taste in people. It was a rather endearing quality actually, hanging out with the broken and bad tempered, Lucy seemed to draw those types in.

If it wasn't for the current vitriol bubbling between the two girls the acrobat would have hugged the girl, she was just so ridiculously similar to her younger sister. A fact that both majorly pissed her off and enchanted her at the same time.

"You know if you keep on throwing the word 'stalker' around I may just have to clamp that pretty little mouth of yours shut!", Evy tutted, glancing at her fingernails for a brief second. They needed a manicure, maybe after all this silliness. "Someone clearly only has one friend, don't want little old me stealing her away from you", the acrobat pouted, running her index finger down from the corner of her eye and past her cheek.

"Now how about - Oh fuck no!", Evy's voice thundered in the reflection world, her gaze snapping open as the other girl made the mad dash into Lucy's 'window'. Damn this bitch, she was making this too fun not to get involved. "Stupid girl!", Evy half laughed half shouted, pouncing at the girl midway through her sprint into the mirror.

CRASH!

Both bodies collided with each other once more, the warring dimensions coming together like two unstoppable forces as their girlish bodies messily tumbled through the vanity in Lucy's rooms. Arms and legs flailed in the air as both girls swore, squealed and scratched at each other. The inertia of their combined sprint sending them up and forward on to the edge of Lucy's bed (as messy as ever). Inky jumped, startled at their grand entry and huddled in his cage, squeaking loudly at the two bodies attempting to gain the upper hand over one another.

"Y-you...stupid...urgh...", Evy stammered, gripping into the girl's arms with her skinny legs wrapped around her waist. It was like watching two angry chimpanzees fight over a banana. Too bad the blue haired chimpanzee's grip slipped, giving the other crazed bitch a chance to dominate...

[Lyra Caruso]

Not caring!

Her thoughts raced as fast as her feet, she had to reach Luce first, or even hope with all her might her friend was not in her room at all. It would save her some time to figure out what to do about Bluebroad, whether or not she can enter reality. The cerulean haired girl’s words sank into her mind with every step to close of the distance.

Didn’t need an attitude? Why shouldn't she have one? A stranger in her haven, words dripping in questionable familiarity with her friend: how could she ignore the red flags raised and flashing in her head? Bluebroad seemed to take some offense to the term tossed her way, the image of her eyes dipping to look at her nails burned in her head. So, naturally without even daring a look back Lyra would shout at the top of her lungs:

“Stalkerstalkerstalker!”

Let Bluebroad clamp her mouth shut, as long as Lucy was not the target! In that second before feeling the woman pounce on her, she decided wouldn't care what could happen. That honest girl, her only friend insofar at Hammel and comrade in horror movies, didn't need crazy people after her.

And what happened next took a moment before reorientation made the world clear again. The familiar sensation in passage from the reflective world to reality washed over her, and even worse, she still registered that the girl was still holding on to her, very much warm and solid as her own body.

Ohshi-

The world tumbled, an audible CRASH, a small squeak in the distance and a brief bounce beneath her in whatever the hell the pair landed on. Lyra would probably later wonder how many expletives left her mouth during the situation, but at the moment, it was all numb.

“Shit, Inky-!” A turn of her head to see the rabbit had been nowhere near where the girls had appeared from, though the creature shivered in its cage with every right to be startled. With that worry out of the way, it occurred to her that the stalker was still ON her. Repulsion and the desire to escape the situation compelled the young girl to scratch and swipe at the stalker’s face. Neither had gotten the upper hand at of yet.

“The hell is wrong with you?! Why the hell you tackled me like that?!”

"Y-you...stupid...urgh...", The stalker said when she had grip of her arms. Lyra still continued to struggle to get out of the grasp. How the hell was Bluebroad so damn limber enough to deal with her mess of energy? Opportunity came however feeling the stalker’s grip slip just enough to be able to withdraw her arm.

“GETOFFME!” Lyra shouted and did the only thing she could think of in order to find means to escape – boob punch. It may not have been a strong punch given the proximity and range between them, but she knew it was never fun place to be punched in any capacity.

[Evony Vasiliev]

The entire brawl atop Lucy's bed sent tremors through the cozy little art space, sending piles of clothes on to the floor and random pieces of candy leaking out of Evy's bag. It had been a while since the acrobat had been so 'physical' with another and the surge of adrenalin kept her lithe body defending the honour of the reflection world. That was her kingdom! No one else's and she wasn't going to let some second rate scoundrel win all the glory. Evy was going to triumph, she was going to -

Smack

Instant pain surged through the blue haired thief's chest, the skin under her bra pulsating with the red and raw sensation of being sucker punched. The bitch actually gave her a boob shot, even for a thief that seemed a bit too dishonourable. "Ahh! You fucking bitch..", Evy gasped, her limbs letting go as her body slid on to the bed next to the brunette rookie. Cupping her breast with both hands the girl rolled around on the mess of blankets, squirming from the surprise attack. Having small boobs had its perks and yet the intimate size made them all the more sensitive, especially on a rather cold afternoon like this.

Should've worn more fucking padding! Today was 'flat and lazy day' and it seemed Fate was punishing her for such a heinous decision. More like flat and painful day.

Gritting her teeth and sharply exhaling through scowling lips, Evy shot a venomous glare at the girl, dainty hands still holding the throbbing breast. "Ouch what the fuck you freak!?", she growled, still unsure of how easy it was to catch her off guard. The actobat's eyes were narrowed, the slightest beads of stinging moisture clinging close to the corners of her eyes. Grabbing a nearby pillow Evy wildly swung it in the girl's direction, hoping to knock that smug little look on her face.

"Next time you want to touch there at least take me out for dinner first!", Evy spat, not entirely sure if she was joking or not. Furrowing her brow, the blue bobbed boob victim allowed the uncomfortable burn surge through her chest. She'd experienced things done to that area before, nothing as surprisingly painful as that though. "I tackled you because I ain't letting no brat give me sass without telling me their name first! What is it huh? Little miss bitchtits?", Evy snarled, propping herself up on the bed and giving the girl a wary glance. Ain't no way she was getting sucker punched again.

[Lyra Caruso]

SCORE! Bluebroad rolls back from the surprise strike and Lyra scampers to keep a safe distance between stalker and herself, and shot a glare over her shoulder. The unwise decision to stop was met with a pillow to the face, the POMPF-POMPF audible.

Okay, this is getting ridiculous!

Lyra swiped at the pillow to try and knock it out of her hands, scooting back to keep out of the reach of more pillow swings. She rubbed her eyes, getting her bearings back. Blindsided by a PILLOW, her brother would laugh at her!

“Hey, you're the one making all the wrong moves here, Bluebroad! I dunno why you're so pissed, it's not my fault you misplaced your tits! Fucking surprised you even felt anything!"

The girl lifted her hand, rude pointing finger.

"And what fucking logic are you even following in that over-dyed brain of yours?! If Lucy had moved that mirror higher up or to at a different spot, we could have broken our necks, ya retard! Because that is SUCH a sane response to an argument!"

Lyra huffed, grabbed and hurled whatever was close to her at the other mirror traveler. Probably some random article of clothing that had been caught in the fray between the girls.

"Oh, and I don't have to tell you shit! You have no authority over me! I'd rather not give my name to a manic psycho stalker, thank you very much!"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Cue the piercing sound of a crisp whistle from inside the other room as the common room door swings open.

Lucy was sure she made plans to hang out with someone. But who? She couldn't quite remember. What she could remember was that she was late to said meeting. That's what she gets for planning hang outs when she's half asleep. But with a shrug she lost the potential worry, and instead opted to whistle the disjointed melody that flowed into her ears thanks to a little invention called earphones. If she didn't have them, she might of heard the mind numbing shouting coming from her own room. But everything was just a blurred myriad of sounds. Lucy fiddled with the key to her own room, wondering why she bothered locking it when all her friends seemed to know how to break in anyway. Nevertheless, she unlocked it and swung it open.

It was weird. She really should have expected weird things to be going down in her room by now.

With a slow hand, she curled her fingers around the cord and pulled the buds out of her ear, stuffing them into her pocket. The evidence of heavy bass was all that would make itself known through her the fabric; the only stint of music loud enough to pierce through.

"Why are there always people in here?" Lucy said sharply, as something of a greeting. Yup, she was so smashing that mirror ASAP. Her eyes narrowed, because she had to wonder why they were riffling around her on her bed. And hey, at least she'd made an effort to clean up - it looked significantly better in there. Barely a mess of clothing on the floor. Not that either noticed, given there uhh, predicament. "I'd leave, but... You know you have your own rooms for this kind of thing? And your own beds." Each word spilled from her mouth with a high octane of sarcasm and humour. These two? Hooking up?

Ha, yeah right.

[Evony Vasiliev]

If Evy's boob wasn't on fire and her morale wasn't slightly broken from knowing that her dimension could now be invaded she may have enjoyed the banter a bit more, maybe even with a smile on her face. The other girl was certainly a whip smart one, something that Evy would find great pleasure in testing...too bad the bitch made the jab about her boobs.

"Uh excuse me? You're not much of a playboy bunny yourself!" Evy argued shamelessly, glancing the girl's slim figure up and down. Bitch was about the same size as her! Should've worn the fucking padding!

Their snappy wordplay soon evolved into a game of 'toss whatever is near you', with Evy on the bed and Lyra on the floor. Evy tossed the pillow in a last bid effort to assume dominance, but in all honesty it was just the girls being chimps all over again. Tossing shit at each other. The acrobat was met with a bra to the face, a cute black one adorned with pretty lace. Squealing form the projectile the girl yanked it away, only to have her attention struck by it. Eh? Lucy wore this sort of stuff?

Evy would have quipped, maybe even tossed something else at the girl but unfortunately the model of their attention had strutted in. Swivelling her head to the sudden entry Evy let out a shrill gasp, still clutching the bra with mouth formed into a slightly horrified 'o'. Well, how was she going to explain this?

"Urghh Lucy that's gross. She's like twelve or something!", Evy huffed, shooting the other girl a exaggerated look of disgust. "And I'm here because we organised a little date, remember?", Evy said aloud in a clear voice, accentuating every syllable just so the other girl heard. But then came the mock look of surprise.

"Don't tell me you double booked...", she uttered with with a pout, wrinkling her nose and tossing a few jellybeans from her bag in the general direction of the brown eyed beauty.

[Lyra Caruso]

"Oh hahaha."

Lyra rolled her eyes at Lucy's remark, well aware of the sarcasm, but shot a flat gaze at Bluebroad's. A part of her was half exasperated and half mortified at the entirety of the situation, so maintaining the aloofness was the challenge. The other one punctuated certain words with sharpness, not even disguising it at this point.

Wait, date? Lucy? That was rich, the younger girl snickered audibly at the very idea. Those two words existing on the same plane was laughable.

Lyra, in the meanwhile, had slid off the bed to collect her bag and the movies that had spilled out. Hopefully they had not been damaged in the scuffle.

"Really. A date?" Lyra says, a lift of eyebrows in feigned surprise. There was an audible click as she opened the DVD cover of Audition and checking the disc's condition. Maybe she ought to invest in a hard drive or something.

"Didn't know stalking was the new word for date nowadays." The smaller girl shrugged, reaching to place Audition and Evil dead on the bed while she checked the others.

"Honestly! Having someone exploit their gift to drop in, watch and otherwise force their presence without any regard for the other person's feelings just sounds just SO romantic and respectful. Oh, and what about implying a friend's visit is so less important than stalky-date, that the friend should just fuck off? It's so adorable! Totally not territorial or creepy in the least. But hey, what do I know, right?"

Eyeroll. It made no sense to her how Lucy got involved with Bluebroad, but ultimately it was not any of her business. The girl rose from the side of the bed with the bag on her shoulder. She tossed an indescribable glance at the stalker before looking at Lucy.

"If you need me to go Luce, I'll use the door, and like from now on too."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy threw her head back in a laugh; it was just the kind of reaction she expected from what she said. "Dude, she's fourteen." She corrected, "Don't pretend you weren't keen when you were her age." With a hand she pointed to the black lacy thing in the blue bird's hand; "Sawyer's." And a purposeful smirk to boot.

The word date sent a jolt through Lucy's skin and she raised her eyebrows; the dominance of the word jarring in her head. She wouldn't have called it that, and so her eyes flicked towards Lyra, to which she offered a crooked grin. This girl was crazy, right? Lucy didn't go on dates.

"I'm pretty popular." Lucy replied with a shrug, making the swift moves to catch a few of the little jellybeans thrown her way. Damn. No black ones - disappointing! Floor beans were no fun. She moved into her room and knelt down at the fridge underneath her work bench, procuring an two energy drinks.

"One of you realises there's a door? Well shit, it's about time." She breathed, keeping one of the drinks for herself and tossing the other towards Lyra. "I'm watching horror movies tonight, so..."

She made a choice; for the date comment. Because Evony sucked at the concept of freaking a cone of silence. Was that harsh? She didn't really think so. They hung out a lot more than she did with Lyra, so if anything it seemed fair. "You can leave the jellybeans though. Since you like me so much." She wouldn't confirm or deny the concept of stalking. As far as the Australian was concerned, it was all a joke anyway.