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[Aryana Darcy]

Sat, Aug 2nd

Moving into the apartment nearest UVM was not something that was really planned up until the last month or so. Her mum had explained to her that she was able to gain legal residency thanks to her uncle who had moved to the states for work purposes about 15 years ago, and she was gaining her own permanent residence card in about a month. However, she had to return to England to collect all the important things - clothes, the cat, and her savings. The first month's rent had already been paid for, and it had come furnished, but Rya hated the paint color with a passion.

And lucky for her she could cover that shit up herself.

So that reason why she was in 'Back to the Drawing Board' on that saturday afternoon, trying to determine if they had a decent selections of paints, which sadly, they did not. The Brit wanted to paint her living room and not just half of a wall. Her next choice was a hardware store, but Rya figured since she spent the time and energy heading over, she might as well get something out of it.

Her paint supplies were running dangerously low as she began exploring color rather than sketching, and so she figured she would collect a few acrylics to begin replenishing that supply that she had so quickly began losing.

But as she picked out the paints she wanted, the girl glanced around for sight of a basket, and instead got a sight of tattoos and black hair. She knew that form, she knew that hairstyle, and if she were to speak, she would know that voice.

"Oh shit, it's the fucking Aussie!" Rya offered, resisting the urge to smile as she did so. What with everything happening, she had sort of cut off from the friends around her for a few weeks. The only thing she could hope is that it was Lucy, and not some freaky ass look alike.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy never really needed a reason to head downtown for art supplies; she still took a majority of the things she needed from the art room if she didn’t have them. But there were particular days when she needed particular things, and this was most definitely one of them.

Browsing through the ranks, she quickly found herself amidst smaller tubes of paint. There was a particular shade she was looking for, and she was certain she’d know it when she saw it. Or even felt it. Truthfully, a place like this was overwhelming for the likes of the ink manipulator. Unsettled paint un such high qualities dragged her attention in various places from the moment she stepped in, but with her tattoos flaring with little movements, she had some level of control against the need to blow every canister open and paint the place in an even crazier display.

Red. But not just any red.

She picked one off the ranks – a dull colour over anything else – and she pulled the cap off to peel the seal away before she ran it across her fingertip. Pressing index finger to her forearm, she held it for a quick print before drawing away, her finger ink-free. The print, immaculate.

Her lips twisted into a frown and she twisted the cap back on. Nope.

It was then that someone called out to her. Immediately she recognised that it wasn’t the British accent she was so deftly accustomed to, but one she recognised all the same. So she looked over, her expression brightening with a grin as she saw a familiar face for a familiar voice.

“Well look, it’s the inked-up British broad I’ve been missing so fucking much.” Lucy replied, glancing back at her options in red before leaving the tube she held wherever it landed. “What’re you hanging around here for?”

[Aryana Darcy]

Blue eyes glanced at the paint that the Australian threw aside briefly, before they fell back on the girl, "Well, shit, you know how to make a girl feel loved." There weren't many paints in her hands, just about three, but she opted to put them back down.

"Got an apartment, figured I might as well try and start decorating, but this place has a nonexistent supply of wall paint." Rya knew that it was a long shot, but as a hit or miss, a store such as this one could also give her something to do. The Brit had friends, and she sure as hell could go out, but there was something about it that wasn't appealing to her at the moment.

Maybe it was the panic that was settling from the anticipation of living with her mum again, or maybe it was just that the fall semester was coming up, and she had to finally give a shit about her life. There was also the pressure of trying to find a job - another reason she had come to the store today.

"Then decided to get some more acrylic paint because why the fuck not?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy extended her arms idly, shrugging her shoulders at the fact. "I do my best." She replied. And from experience, she didn't totally suck at it.

An apartment. Right. Lucy felt the quick shot of realisation; she wasn't about to see this girl in the hallways of the school any more. It was good for her, anyway. At least she'd managed to get the hell out of dodge. "Yeah, you need a shitload more than you were sporting." But she knew this girl knew that. Anyone knew that. She frowned a little at the fact; good as it was for supplies, it was useless for what she needed.

Her next statement drew a little surprise to the ink manipulator's dark eyes. She raised her eyebrows at the rhetorical question.

"You paint?" She asked, and it quickly dawned on her that she knew absolutely next to nothing about someone she got along with so well.

[Aryana Darcy]

"Noted," A simple raise of her brow towards Lucy faded in response to the surprise spreading across the other girl's features. Rya had a tendency to veer off in the direction of sketching being that it was far more convenient on her end, but now that she would have an entire space almost entirely to herself, she wanted to experiment. For anyone that had any clue of who Rya was, that wouldn't be too shocking.

But in reality, how well did she know the tattooed Australian in front of her? Or vice versa? She knew the answer to the question, but it still intrigued her nonetheless. "Yeah, I paint." Rya was pretty damn excited to start falling back into the habit of getting her hands dirty in that respect. She even had a bit of a project for her wall in mind, but it was still an idea for the time being, placed in the back of her mind until she deemed it time to consider further.

"I need more practice, but I'd say I'm not shit at it."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy replied to the mild repetition with a small nod. It did surprise her to know such a skill existed in this girl. Not because of who she was or how she acted, but because she'd somehow managed to work her way into the Australian's life without something like that really being known. Of course, there was some idea within the fact that she designed her own tattoo, but this was different.

She seemed excited. Lucy's mouth twisted into an amused smile at the fact.

"You said you're painting a house, yeah? On the inside?" Lucy asked, determined to ensure she got that much right before she went any further.

"If you ever need a hand," The ink manipulator started, shrugging her shoulders as the end of her sentence trailed away. It wasn't simply that painting a wall took her a fraction of the time, or that she could handle the whole ordeal better than most. Some people liked to do their own thing regardless of how long it took.

[Aryana Darcy]

"A few rooms of an apartment." She clarified, but it didn't make much of a difference whether it was a house or an apartment; the only thing that did matter was she was painting something. She was aware of the Australian's love for art, as made clear by the girl's body and occupation, but she was not aware that Lucy also had a very personal connections with such a past time.

Actually, the hydrokinetic was in desperate need of some help. She had a plan of finishing at least a week before here mother was to arrive, and have everything set up by then. It was a lot of work, especially for a single girl and her lack of organizational skills. Getting the paint job quicker would do a hell of a lot in terms of getting things done.

"You free this Saturday maybe?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy pursed her lips; there was a small part of her that carried a touch of jealousy. She was, for the most part, relatively over living in a small dorm room. The idea of moving out felt more pressing every day, but at the moment it suited her needs just fine.

"Lucky you, though." She replied, the corner of her mouth dragging up, "Getting outta there, I mean."

But she lost the threat of a grin at the idea of the impending Saturday. And a majority of them thereafter. "It's the day I work the most hours." She admitted, shrugging her shoulders once. "School and shit like that, y'know?" And an overbearing girlfriend. But that hardly needed to be mentioned, "I got your number, though. I'll let you know-" A small pause; a break in the conversation as the light of recognition caught her eyes.

"When are you coming back in for another go?"

[Aryana Darcy]

Rya was well aware of the fact that Lucy had yet to graduate Hammel, but the reasoning for such a thing was a mystery. The hydro could only assume it had to do with grades and such, but it could be something entirely different that the Brit had no clue of. She felt it best not to ask.

"I traded one dictator over the other," She added, referencing her mother. She wasn't necessarily opposed to living with the woman - after all, she wanted to desperately to see her again. But to live with her was a bit disheartening as a young woman wanting to actually branch out on her own. Plus, her mother would be more of a hindrance to her lifestyle, among other things. "Mum's coming to live in the states."

Rya pursed her lips then, thoroughly disappointed then that the Australian wouldn't be able to attend the proposed get together. So she would have to do all the work herself, unless somebody else offered their assistance. "Yeah," she started, "Fucking sucks though."

A sudden change in the conversation left her a bit confused, but it didn't take long for the Hydrokinetic to recover. "When I have time and money, love. That shit's expensive." It took a lot of saving on her part for the tattoo, but her extra birthday money from her 18th birthday gave her the ability to do so. Jobless at the moment, she didn't foresee it happening any time soon, but life had been vacillating and at this point, the Brit wasn't going to count out something so out there happening that gave her the funds. "But when I decide to, I'll give you a call, yeah?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Immediately, the ink manipulator frowned at the idea of anyone's mother coming to live with them. Her eyebrows lowered; Lucy couldn't imagine living with either of her parents for another day, especially now that she'd spent almost four years away from them. It felt like a huge step backwards. "Fuck." She dropped the word, quickly realising that not everyone had a strained relationship with a parent. "Right? That's bad?"

It was slightly irritating to know she'd be relatively busy for a fair while. She pressed her lips into a line immediately, trying to hide the disappointment she wore. Truthfully, she liked Rya. They'd become fast friends and the idea of spending time with her sounded like a relief. "I'll still help you out with whatever you do." She replied, shrugging her shoulders. It had yet to dawn on her that this girl had no idea what she could really do.

She breathed a laugh at the notion of money to tattoos. "Try getting one in Oz." She grinned immediately, though the price difference was still painful. But at least this girl was willing to come back the next time she had a pressing idea and the means to make it happen.

"You better." She replied instinctively, "You call anyone else and it'll break my fucking heart."