Come Fly Away {Open!}

[AISHA]

It had been a long time since Aisha went downtown, much, much too long. Lately she had been spending more and more time away from the sewers, trying to avoid the mess that it had become. Her life had become entirely wrapped around the inhabitants of it, that she was beginning to loose herself in it all. Cassie being with whoever, and coming home high. Alex and Max, and Kiddo only coming over sometimes. She was forgetting herself, in taking care of everyone else. So, after saying bye to Max--who barely looked up at her, she climbed up the ladder. Gone from best friends, Max and her were constantly butting heads over Cassie. But tonight, Aisha was going to do her best to not think of any of them. Just herself.

Using her foot to push the lid back of the sewer once she was out, she smoothed out her dress, and shook out her hair. Perhaps it wasn't the safest, walking across Central Park late at night, with nothing more than a tube dress and a pair of thigh-high boots. But tonight, she wanted to walk that fine line of trouble. Something to escape the reality she was now living, the one she was tempted to run from. The idea of leaving them pained her, but she was feeling more and more trapped. More and more like an ultimatum. Like if she didn't accept Cassie, she was on her own again. That Cassie was going to replace her. That Cassie was going to be Kiddo's new big sister.

Aaaand there she was thinking about it. Aisha shook her head, her curls whipping around her face and shoulders while she tried to right herself. This was time for old Aisha, not new. Aisha who did what she needed, and did what she wanted, without any concern for morals. Aisha before Max found her.

And that's when she found herself infront of the Alleyway. Shady, dark; and the few people standing around seemed to be right up her alley. More or less. A thrill went down her spine when the bouncer at the club swept his eyes down the length of her, lingering a little too long. She curled her lips into that little smile again, cocked her hip to the side, tapping the toe of her boot. That brought the bouncer's eyes back up to her face, which made him look a bit startled for a moment. Because the eyes peering back at him didn't seem to be human, or normal. They were a cereulean blue, the color of picturesque oceans. He opened the door for her, still looking a little confused, while she swayed into the club.

There was music blaring from the speakers, and the entire place seemed to be alive. The music was loud enough that it kept her from thinking, but it also gave her inspiration that she hadn't had for so long. She used the music to wrap herself up, and swayed with the beat of it. She meandered her way into the crowd, losing herself in it's entirey. Bodies close by, and pressing against her. Hands moving down her waist, and her hips--but she didn't open her eyes to see who they belonged to. There was just the music. She did open her mouth though, when she felt something pressed against her lips. She for a moment heard Max's voice in the back of her mind.

"Blue, don't be stupid." He rang throughout her mind.

"Oh, shut up." She whispered, and whoever was trying, used that moment to push a small, flat object into her mouth.

Tags: Open
Notes: I have it in mind that someone just gave he ecstacy. Your character can either be the person that gave it to her, or maybe your character can see it happen, and try to get her away before something worse happens---whatever. Take it however you wanna. Srs. /strums
Outfit: Megan Fox Pre-Made Outfit, Fuck yeah!

[faye]

Too long had Faye been locked up in her aunt and uncles home. She hated to be in one place for very long, but since she was new to New York city that didn't matter, her aunt and uncle pretty much hadn't looked at her since she had come to live with them in New York. She had thought that things where going to be different, and that she was going to get the chance to start over again. But it didn't look like that was going to happen. It really shouldn't have surprised her, but what was one to do when you had nothing to hope for? She guessed she really was insane, because after all isn't the definition of insane hoping for a different outcome by doing the same thing over and over again? Thats how it felt, seventeen years of nothing but pain and abandonment and she still hoped that she could find someone to understand her. To give her hope for a brighter future. She didn't fit in, she assumed she never would.

Aunt Kathy and Uncle Jim where at the bakery, or so thats where they said they where going, but who would be going to work this late at night? She didn't really care because that ment she had the night to herself. That was a good thing when she opened her closet and looked at her outfits. Most of the stuff in her closet was black and lacy, but tonight she felt like throwing in some color so she grabbed an aqua colored corset that looked like it was connected to a black tutu that a ballerina would wear. When Faye looked at herself in the mirror she gave a devious little smile that made her look like a dark and malevolent witch with her haunting greenish blue eyes that looked like they had seen too much to soon. Faye did her make up and then pulled on her black thigh high boots. Her favorite accessory was always her shoes, they usually matched her mood, and her mood right now was high strung and dark.

Faye grabbed the extra keys out of the dish and took the elevator down to the garage. She looked around and then smirked as she eyed her lime green 2008 Dodge Challenger. It was the one thing that she had that was worth anything, it had been a welcome gift from her aunt and uncle and it was the one gift she had never demanded that someone take back. Hey it was a car! Why the hell would she do that? Faye got into the drivers seat and started the car and her favorite song from her mixed CD came on. Reprobate Romance by WhiteWidoW came on and she nodded to the music as she peeled out of the garage and made her way to the closest club. She was read to have her brains knocked out by some serious drugs. She hated not having something to distract her mind and so she was ready to have some fun, though she was sure it was going to get her grounded for a bit but hey, what the hell? She then ended up at the Alleyway, it seemed like her kind of place.

The moment she pulled into the parking lot she could feel the place as if it was a new part of her. She knew instantly that she was gonna like this place. Faye turned off the car, and then her heels clicked on the blacktop as she slid out of her car and looked around. She could feel eyes on her, looking over her legs that where barely covered at her thighs. She enjoyed the attention, hell what girl wouldn't? Faye then locked the car up and slipped the keys into her bra, her own personal pocket. She then lit up a cigarette and stood outside just absorbing the place before she tossed her only half smoked cigarette and started for the door as smoke curled off her delicate lips. She winked at the bouncer and at first he held up his hand to stop her but when she gave him a sexy and promising smile with the tilt of her head he let her inside. The moment she was inside the club everything seemed to fall into place. She had missed going to clubs, especially ones with people hell bent on getting shit-faced and fried. Faye then noticed a guy pushing something into a girls mouth and she knew that it was probably some ecstacy. She instantly wanted some, but the guy giving it looked like he was gonna try to take advantage of the dark haired girl.

Faye knew how to handle these situations, so she pushed through the crowd and looped her arm through the other girls. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Faye said with a slight sway as she cocked her hip out to the side and then started to pull the girl to the bar. "Careful sweetheart, ecstacy is damn good so you gotta watch out for who gives it to you." Faye said as they got to the bar. "Two shots of everclear please."

Notes: Hope you don't mind me jumping in ^.^
Tags: Aisha Nuri/Open
Outfit: Clicky!!

[AISHA]

Aisha’s arms went up to encircle the person that slipped the drug into her mouth. It dissolved on her tongue, and wasn’t long before she could feel it beginning to take effect. She could feel the bodies pressing against her, trying to reach her through the clothes. Until she felt an arm and a voice around her that was a bit too demanding. Aisha’s brows furrowed, and she looked at the girl. For a moment, she only saw blonde hair, and large doe eyes. “Cassie, what the fuck—“ The blonde hair gave way to brown, and she was suddenly aware. She did not know this girl.

Aisha followed after her, tripping slightly on her boots while the relentless girl tugged her to the bar. Aisha pulled her arm away from her—as nice as it felt to have the heat of human skin against hers, she did not know this girl. She did not like to be touched by people she did not know. Aisha glanced back at the dance floor, a man staring at her with his arms up, looking utterly pissed. Granted, Aisha was pretty pissed too. Her last romp had been with Simon, which felt like decades ago. And admittedly, Simon had been a sweetheart, but there wasn’t anything too special about that night. And she hadn’t seen him again afterwards. So, effectively. This girl has just been a cockblock. Great.

“And who the fuck are you? Because you certainly aren’t my mother.” She turned the full power of her startling blue eyes onto this girl. Blue eyes that seemed unnatural, like she had some sort of contacts in to make the hue more shocking. Her pupils were large in those sky colored eyes, dilated from the drug now pounding through her system. Had she seen this girl before? Honestly, Aisha was doing her best to forget everything. This girl, talking down to her. Great. Aisha, who had lived on the streets all of her life. Aisha, who had a family that she played mother hen to. A family that she was doing her best not to think of. “I don’t know if you noticed, sweetheart, but I’m an adult. Can’t say the same for you.” Aisha swept her gaze down the other girl’s body, and frowned.

Normally, Aisha was a nice girl. Once you got past it all, of course. Bitchy, maybe to those who didn’t know her. But she was more defensive, than outwardly bitchy. Don’t let anyone in, and you don’t get hurt. Plus, this girl was too clean. Under Aisha’s nails were a little bit of dirt, and despite the pretty, natural curls that tumbled down her spine, her hair was sort of dull. Like it hadn’t been properly taken care of. Washed with soap, instead of proper shampoo and conditioners. She turned back to the bartender while the two shots were laid out in front of them. “The chick I don’t know, pulls me away from the party, and buys me a shot of a drink with such a high content, that most places ban it,” Aisha spoke to herself, but loud enough for Faye to hear, a sarcastic tone in her husky, gravelly voice, “Maybe she’s the one trying to get up my skirt instead.” Aisha raised her brows, and looked sideways at Faye, pinning her with one of her vivid eyes, before knocking her head back, and downing the shot in one go.

Notes: I don't mind! ...Aisha minding is a completely different story.