Growing Roses in Disarray (Evony)

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy feigned sadness at the disappearance of her warrior stripes. No fun. No fun at all. How was she to Major Lucky Swindle this party without them? "Reeaaallly?" Lucy asked, raising her eyebrows. She exhaled a sigh, shrugging her shoulders and opting to fix her hair again. "That's too bad. I'll have to keep that in mind. I guess you really aren't keen on me after all." Oh, how painful the look on her face was. But she just smiled at each new stint of paint on her clothing, like she was proud of it.

"I dunno, it looks good red to me." Lucy pointed out, pursing her lips and nodding at the thought. "That sounds worse than punching. You're way too used to the gun violence of America."

She scoffed to herself, tilting her head to one side slightly as her eyes narrowed. "You? On the ground? Begging? I don't think that'll ever happen." Lucy replied, feeling as if she was learning something new with every extended encounter. She must have been the stubborn-type. That was obvious, but this reaffirmed the fact. To the point where you-can-touch-me-later seemed to go right over her head. So lost in her thought was she that when she realised what was going on, the other girl was already gone.

And she stood alone, surrounded in a mess that she sure as shit wasn't going to clean up.

Lucy offered the simple raise of her eyebrows. "Ohh nooo I'm so scared. You couldn't possibly turn up right in my face, that would be stupid." Standing alone, she vaguely remembered an episode of Naruto where this happened. Unfortunately, she didn't have the option to smash all the shit around her. She had no choice but to wait it out.

When arms suddenly circled around her, she instinctively jumped a bit. Damn her own paranoia! "Yeah well, that's bullshit!" She called out, using the wet paint to wiggle her way around so she might face her. "No, you don't win. You barely did anything!"

[Evony Vasiliev]

Growing up in a circus had its perks, most notable of which being the plethora of colourful individuals to keep the younger members entertained. Games and entertainment were an intrinsic part of passing time back in Europe so Evy did know a thing or two about enjoying herself, especially if it involved spontaneous challenges. Whilst her activities halfway across the world may have involved more unorthodox means of fun they all taught her the valuable lesson of how to have enjoy herself with the smaller things in life.

Playing around with the paint splattered Australian just happened to send the Blue bird back to the more brighter fragments of her past.

Offering the girl a gleeful cry of victory the porcelain skinned thief casually poked her dainty fingers into the girl's shoulders, pushing off her a bit. "Oh no! What's this? Lucy might lose a game?" Evy theatrically announced, pivoting her soles into the purplish puddle under her slender feet. Thinking back to her surprise attack the blue (red/brown now) haired thief let out a chuffed giggle, smirking at the brown eyed beauty with a cheeky gaze. "I scared you!" She sung, twirling around on the balls of her feet and offering a little victory dance.

Yes, she was purposefully provoking the girl...taming that tiger was going to take time but the thrill of it all was so exciting.

Half tossing another glob of paint in Lucy's direction Evy allowed a superior grin to cross her peachy lips, raising a brow as she presented the girl with the unspoken challenge. Being a tease was a well disciplined skill of hers and testing the waters with the Australian was only going to make this moment even more exciting. "C'mon, surprise me Serrano!" The Blue bird scoffed, wiping a purplish strand of hair off her sticky brow.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Shut up! You did not!" Lucy retorted suddenly, the standard response when she wasn't sure what else to say to the concept of being scared. Shit though, that was actually a little more embarrassing than the whole fact that she jumped in the first place. She cringed and damned her shaky reflexes again. Ugh, did she have to be so smug about it? "I swear to god, sometimes I just want to punch you."

Surprise her? Lucy rolled her eyes at the thought alone; "Don't I do that enough already?" She asked genuinely, attempting to regain her own composure. It was as if a light went off in her eyes, the telltale signature of a switch in gears when she looked back towards Evony. Like something clicked and pieced together, and she suddenly lacked the words to convey that connection. "If you stop being a dick about everything for a second, I-" She stopped herself, pursing her lips suddenly.

"Ah, shit." She swore, brushing her hand against the back of her head a few times. Her free hand waved the girl back over; that she should come closer - this was going to be harder to say than she realised. "Would you hear me out for a sec?" Serious, again. It just wasn't her forte.

[Evony Vasiliev]

A low chuckle passed over Evy's lips at Lucy's fresh new threat, apparently she was inspired by the thief's own spate of fist related violence. "Ahh so that's what you wanna do the other half of the time. Punch me!" Evy gasped, making light of the threat that could very well be a genuine one. But alas, the smirking swindler did find herself feeling a bit guilty for scaring the Australian, she simply did not possess the overwhelming amounts of playful arrogance that her brown eyed comrade did.

Clearing her throat and wiping her hands on a nearby bench the girl pursed her lips, thrown deep into a state of contemplation. "No you do, you really really do." The girl smiled, a bit more quiet once she had noticed Lucy's troubled frown. It was a learning curve for both of them and attempting to read the mysterious paint manipulator's moods was not only a challenge but one worth chasing after. Evy wanted to understand this beautiful enigma and the instance Lucy's voice sputtered with annoyance she allowed a slow sigh to escape her throat.

Offering Lucy a gentle simper the paint splattered acrobat fiddled with her nails, rhythmically tapping them against one another as she considered the proposition. Was this a trick? Quickly glancing around the general vicinity for any hidden paint bombs the girl took a tentative step forward, sliding her feet till she was once more right in front of the tattooed beauty. "Am I in trouble...?" She whispered, plucking a fleck of dust off the girl's shoulder.

Gazing up at the Australian with slightly nervous eyes the girl offered a weak smile, knowing that it did take Lucy some time to articulate her feelings.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"When a pretty girl gives you an idea, you gotta go with it." Lucy offered, gesturing towards her with a hand. Really, she wasn't going to let up on this whole punching thing. Making light of it all seemed to be a good coping mechanism for her. And a decent way to let the girl know that with time at her side, she could probably get over it.

Lucy hated when she made things awkward, more-so when she couldn't seem to back herself long enough to push through it all. "No, you're not in trouble." She replied, clearer than she had before. She didn't want Evony to think that of her - trouble came with spouts of driven rage and she'd already been privy to that. Lucy dropped her gaze to the floor, her eyebrows furrowing as if searching for something long thought lost. The ability to convey feelings, surely. "Just..." Her voice trailed away. No, if she was going to do something, she should just do it.

Her hands, paint covered and all, pressed against Evony's cheeks. She exhaled the breath she was holding. Eye contact was important, right? Once she built the nerve, she caught Evony's bright eyes in her own. Nope, she just needed to get over herself long enough to actually form words.

Because if nothing else, she'd learned that conviction was also key.

"I've actually fallen for you, too." She offered, the repetition of a prior conversation handed to her with a sing-song like quality to her voice. Her teeth sunk into her own tongue as she grinned, rocking back a few steps and laughing to herself. "And that," A point in her direction, "Is surprise."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Although Lucy had assured her that she was not in trouble Evy was still somewhat wary with her movements, offering her form into the girl with tentative eyes and wistful look of confusion. She was practically drawn into the girl and for that moment of silence the Blue bird stood with her arms held up against her paint splattered chest and let out a low sigh, wriggling her toes in the stream of thick blue paint on the floor.

The diminutive thief slowly edged forward with every utterance, quietly motioning for the girl to continue with slow nods of her head. It was a tense moment, not in a bad sense but it felt like they were waltzing atop a cliff, tip toeing just near the edge of a new revelation. What was this new development, Evy hung on every small movement of the Australian, watching her lips and then focusing on those chocolate eyes.

"Go on..." She whispered, offering a coy little simper as she felt the warm hands embrace her cheeks. A shudder crept down her spine and the thief was grateful that the paint would now hide the flushed cheeks.

"I've actually fallen for you, too"

A sharp breath danced forth from Evy's mouth as the admittance sent a tidal wave of warmth into her very core. Her heart hammered against her chest, fluttering like a bird's wings as the words echoed in her mind. This was actually happening! Evy remained frozen for a few moments, taking in what the brown eyed beauty had told her, her features lightening up with a blush kissed smile. This was a confirmation, words which threw the girl into a blissful ocean of infatuation and admiration. Never before had the blue haired thief experienced such a potent emotion, such a wonderful sensation that flared up within her dainty figure.

Someone actually wanted her now.

"I..." The girl started, blinking away the surprise as she watched the girl take a step back. Maybe it was the inhalation of paint fumes making her experience the flurry of emotions but the girl hopped right after Lucy, slinging her arms around the girl's neck with the tips of her toes balancing on the other girl's shoes. Eye to eye and grin to grin the Blue bird allowed a melodic giggle to dance off her tongue. "...okay, you got me." Evy smiled gently, her voice soft and her eyes blazing with a newfound passion and ebullience. "But it doesn't mean you won..." She chuckled, dabbing a spot of paint onto Lucy's nose.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy was a passionate individual, and at times that sparred a sense of borderline cruelty. Her humour spurred on admittance - information offered that she could redistribute at a later date when the mood and moment suited her. So she flipped the contents, offering what she was sure Evony was dying to hear in the simple hope that she would falter in the same capacity the Australian had when she'd been scared.

She didn't expect to be followed, but she was. Step for step through the overbearingly bright studio. Of course, she was forced to a halt when Evony was balancing on her own shoes, wavering with unstable balance for a moment or so before getting her bearings. "Look at you, so engulfed in that little declaration that you're pushing yourself on me." Lucy pointed out with a grin, raising her hand and swatting the one near her nose away. Jesus, she had to hope her humour hadn't been mistaken again.

"You follow me. That sorta means you lost." She stated matter-of-factly, chuckling to herself as she made the motion to break free of the arms around her neck. Give this girl an inch and she runs a mile. Lucy had to remember that, because when she gives an inch, that's all it is. "You're really bad at this whole low profile thing. The touchey-feely type too, aren't you?" Lucy added, waving her hand slightly as she took the necessary steps back to the desk where the book sat so lonely. "Let's not forget the Major's rules." Another point to herself. The Major. But that was another childhood story for another time; "I really don't want to have to verbally kick your ass again."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Whilst Evy was enraptured in the little personal victory she could not help but fiddle with her hands, offering the girl a cheery little grin as she listened with lazy nods. "Oh ho ho, Lucy. You can't tease me like that too much...you may begin to lose stuff." She smirked, retracting her hidden hand to reveal the basic necklace that had been dangling from Lucy's neck; it was a force of habit and just another excuse to get near the girl. Dangling the piece in front of the girl's face the Blue bird poked out her tongue before lightly hopping off, careful not to slip on the paint splattered floor.

Rolling her eyes, the blue haired troublemaker let out an exasperated sigh, cocking a brow as she flicked some paint off her legs. "At least I'm not some rage monster bikie wannabe!" She giggled, biting her lower lip as she allowed the cheeky quip to dance around before she steadied herself against the work bench. Being touchy-feely was simply something the thief utilised to show her affection, physical contact was a must for her and often translated much of her hidden moods muh better than muddled words.

Fiddling with a crayon in between her fingers the girl attempted to focus her energies on the deep orange stick of color, listening with an amused smirk as the Australian continued to jab at her fun. Raising a brow Evy stared Lucy right in the eye and grinned a mischievous grin, "Oh of course. My lips are sealed." She motioned, dragging her finger across her lips in a 'zipping' fashion.

"You and your threats." The thief tutted, shaking her head with a forced frown as she hopped up into the table and sat on the edge, swinging her bare paint covered legs in the air. "So...I was sort of enjoying that paint fight by the way, but...yeah, cleaning this up..." Her voice trailed off as she stared at her surroundings, not bothering to stifle her guilty smirk at the multicoloured chaos. Running her hands through her hair, which felt disgusting because the paint was beginning to dry, the Blue Bird let out a whispery sigh, smiling at Lucy. "You're a fun kid you know that!" She chuckled, punching the girl in the shoulder with a very big brother-esque voice, not caring how lame it may have sounded.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy had to roll her eyes, pressing her hands briefly to her neck as things she owned kept disappearing. "Keep it, sweet love." She replied sarcastically, "As a consolation prize for losing." Yup, she was satisfied with that turn of events either way.

"At least I know what I am." She retorted sharply, still managing to find the humour in it all despite the edge to her tone. None of it was really getting used to. But now she was primarily convinced that Evy was the touchey-feely type because she liked to jack other people's stuff. The mental note was clear; do not bring valuables. Not that she had many to begin with. "Shiny things under lock and key. Got it."

Leaning against the counter top again, Lucy brushed up close and watched intently as she tried and likely failed to produce anything worthwhile with the tangerine instrument in her hand. "Every so often I should make good on one or two, huh." She replied, because she made so many. And they weren't all about senseless violence and kicks to the face. "I never clean up. I'm an expressionist." She chided. Any excuse to be lazy as fuck.

"I'm gonna guess that I'm older than you, so..." Lucy's voice trailed away as she shrugged, lifting herself up onto the counter top and sitting by her side. There she could look down at the colourful mess on the floor. It was natural. And to most, it was a total mess. She cringed at the punch to her arm as if it hurt, and so she ran her hand along the spot as if it were oh-so-tender. Ouch, bitch.

She had a thing about punching, jokingly or otherwise.

"So..." Her voice trailed along the single word for a moment or two, "Are you going on this camping... Trip thing?" Lucy asked, brushing her hand through her hair. She wasn't even sure if she qualified for it, but if she did she figured she was supposed to go. Either way, Lyra seemed a bit keen for it. But everyone seemed a bit keen for days away from Hammel.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Offering Lucy a quaint little grin the paint splattered swindler found it in her best interest to laugh along with the sassy remarks, occasionally glancing back at the girl with lips curled with mischief. "No need to fear me darling, I don't steal from friendlies." She stated with a brisk nod, glancing at the necklace as if it were an artefact from another culture. Well, if Lucy was offering it then there was no point rejecting the gift. She will cherish it, very much so.

"I shall await the day I find you gouging me in the face with a pencil." Evy smiled, tucking some sticky hair behind her pastel kissed ears. Even if this was a lighthearted turn of subject matter Evy knew that treading the line with Lucy was risky and what she feared the most was any physical retaliation from the Australian. Not only was she taller and more aggressive but Evy wouldn't have it in her dainty muscles to even strike the girl, that would feel so wrong.

Snorting at Lucy's excuse Evy turned to her with a flat expression, eyebrow raised with amusement. "Oh yeah, I'm sure that excuse works with everyone." The Blue bird sighed nonchalantly, rolling her eyes as gazed at the at the paint stained room, it was like some rainbow monster had puked everywhere. Clenching her toes and shuddering from feeling the paint ooze in between them Evy nudged the girl with her shoulder, handing her the crayon and taking in a deep breath. "I turn eighteen next month..." She mused, not entirely sure if she was excited or not about that milestone.

Shaking her head of the thought and returning her gaze to Lucy the diminutive thief quickly nodded, forming a rather enthusiastic smile on her face. "Yeah, I am actually! Are...are you going?" She quietly asked, hiding her inner urge to beg the tattooed beauty to come along, oh the fun that will be. "I reckon it will be fun." The girl reflected, wiping a stray globule of paint off Lucy's jawline and scraping it onto the table behind them.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"I can wait till you're asleep, if it helps." Lucy offered with a shrug, glancing down at the pencil she had been using. As the paint started to dry it slowly started to become encased in a hardened multicoloured shell. She offered her best oblivious expression; "Because I'm friendly. That's friendly, right?"

She laughed at her own excuse like it was golden, and unsurprisingly it had never worked out in her favour. "Never had to use it, honestly. I got caught once painting a training room and was told to clean it up, but I never did." She explained, looking over towards her with a curious expression, "Next day, I guess it was gone. I dunno, I never really cared enough to check." Her impromptu trainer probably did, but nothing ever came of that either. "There was a classroom with a guy who needed to blow off some steam. Nothing even came of that either." Another shrug. Oh well, let her fly under the radar.

"Nineteen in September." Lucy expressed with pride. She was older. And therefore, not a kid here!

Oh, look at that face. She was totally going. And she was totally keen for it, too. "Yeah, I guess." Lucy replied, glancing down to the drying paint again. "Maybe if Sawyer goes, so someone I actually like'll be there." With that, the Australian nudged her shoulder. But she really did hope Sawyer was going. "I can't imagine the blondes'll go. Two rich assholes in the woods? I can't imagine worse company." Well, she did look over at Evony with an amused smirk after she said it.

[Evony Vasiliev]

"Oh very friendly, just make sure you don't stain my clothes or bedsheets with blood okay?" She chuckled, rolling her eyes before giving the pencil a wary glance. It was probably best to keep an eye on those things, just in case. Who knew what the Australian was thinking, her ways were like an impenetrable labyrinth, impossible to determine.

Her mind wandered momentarily, offering her brief theories into what a camp with Hammel would be like? Would it be cabins or tents? Single sex or shared? Whatever the case the thief knew that mischief was going to go down at the retreat whether the higher ups liked it or not. Whilst the girl had barely bothered to catch up on the rules at the metahuman institution she knew that foul play would more than likely be punished, which gave her more incentive to go and make her own fun. Having Lucy there with her would only heighten the experience.

"Hey! That's mean!" She frowned comically, lightly jabbing Lucy in the side with her elbow and giving her a pronounced grumble of disdain. So the tattooed beauty did still have ammo to toss around, perfect. Fiddling with her cerulean hair the girl shuddered at the thought of the two stupidly handsome twins, wrinkling her nose at the mere memory of them. Sure they were the closest things to Demi-gods on this earth but the porcelain skinned swindler still found herself disliking their general appeal. It was just sexy physique and nothing else, or so she thought.

"Whatever Serrano, I can practically hear your heart begging me to attend!" She sniffed, flipping the expectations on its head before brushing some paint off her legs. Gazing at Lucy in the eyes the blue haired thief allowed an amused simper to crawl across her peachy lips. "You are such a beacon of warmth and sunshine, please tell me your secret great teacher." She chanted in a theatrical whisper, bowing her head as she swung her paint kissed feet back and forth, lightly tracing a line of paint up Lucy's arm. "I want to be super cool like you one day!" Evy smirked, tugging at Lucy's sleeve as as stared deep into the girl's eyes, her 'coolness factor' definitely lived there. Not that the thief believed that, but it was an entertaining thought regardless.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy laughed to herself; the tattooed one always had ammo to toss around. Or shoot perfectly at the heart and mind. She watched Evony's expression shift, noting the way her nose turned at the mere mention of the blonde duo. It didn't surprise her. They weren't very well liked by the spoken population of Hammel. Hell, she barely liked Dom. And she liked Carter even less.

She watched the way Evony worked her hardest to get paint off her, knowing there was no point in struggling once it was there. It only made it worse. But as a sign of good faith, the Australian offered a hand and twisted it expertly through the usual strands of blue that encompassed her pillow. Without a hitch or a hook on a knot, she swirled paint out in slow, even waves.

"Do you ever say anything you actually mean?" Lucy asked, allowing her grin to settle down to a smile. She supposed to receive, you first had to give a little. "I'm glad you're going, okay? Don't make a big asshole-ish deal about it." And lowering her voice, she grumbled to herself. But was it ever really just for her? "Not that you can help it. You did over every other nice thing I said to you."

[Evony Vasiliev]

A little simper managed to caress the supple curves of Evy's lips, a pleasant tingle trickling into the core of her body as the brown eyed beauty removed the paint from her hair. It was the quiet moments like these that only reinforced the Blue bird's attraction, simple declarations of trust and a general comfort with one another. Aside from the glaring cuteness of the paint extraction Evy was relieved that she wouldn't have to wash it out herself, that would have been a major bitch to handle.

"Oh that's up to you Serrano, eighty percent of the time I'm actually quite content with my little proverbial gems." Evy smiled, scraping some paint from the palms of her dainty hands. The brief attempt at cleansing her hands momentarily came to a half when the porcelain skinned thief noticed the paint caked under her nails, now that was going to be the real bitch to clean up. Releasing a forlorn sigh the paint splattered acrobat dropped her hands by her sides, offering Lucy an amused smirk.

"You're cute when you get all flustered." Evy teased, lightly tapping the girl on the shoulder and releasing a giddy a breath, she was now very excited for the camp. Glancing back at Lucy the thief offered her a strained gasp, feigning an insulted facade. "Hey! I'm allowed to display my emotions how I see fit!" She nodded, with a brief 'hmph' cocking a brow in the Australian's direction. "I guess I'm the real expressionist!" She chuckled, tapping her toes against the leg of the counter.

"So anyways...what do you have planned for tonight..?"

[End for Evy! :3]

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Yeah, I got that from you." Lucy replied, raising her eyebrows and stifling another grin. She didn't mind so much, really. The only time it seemed to stress her out was when she was trying to be serious. But she knew her shifts weren't always traceable, if they ever actually were. But she had to at least laugh at how unamused Evony seemed to be when she was covered in paint.

She exhaled on a laugh, though. "I'm not flustered." Colour rarely formed on her cheeks, and she was incredibly glad that that was a fact. Lucy rolled her eyes, securing paint from her curls and allowing it to idly fall to the ground - to add to the mess that someone was going to have to clean up eventually. "Baby." She said simply, refusing to divulge it's meaning. She was either calling her a name out of insult or... Something else. The former was a safer bet. And a smarter one.

"Not hanging out with you."

That was a lie. She totally was.