Ain’t a debt. And it is an off chance.
( Her posture is far more relaxed, even in a position like this—her control over the atmosphere, of the conversation never seems to cease. It’s no different than her appearances on stage. She’s the center of attention; the rightful star. -
Maybe for you. Me? I’m 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 for this life.
( A slight gravel to her voice; aggressive, teasing. She leans forward such that she’s up in the woman’s face; such that she knows exactly who she’s facing right now. )
But, what the hell? Maybe I’ll buy you something nice. For -
( She blinked , a slight stutter to the action . Otherwise , she looked relatively unbothered by the comment . She’s heard the same from many . )
You make it sound as if it’s a magical place , and not a losing battle given form . .
Hardly.
( She scoffs, nearly under her breath. Though she does catch herself, and offers a more sympathetic look. As sympathetic as someone like Pizzazz could ever be. )
Sorry. What I mean to say is, you could really do better. A lot better. You live in London for crying out -
( ‘Style’ . Her poor dress certainly left a lot to be desired . The dirty apron wasn’t helping either , but it was all she could manage . Alice looked straight out of the 1800’s . )
Oh— You . . Could say that . I know it isn’t the greatest sight but, it does what it needs to . .
It is.
( Her smirk grew wider, pleased by that response. She couldn’t wait for an opportunity to talk about herself. Even if for a moment. A hum escaped her lips as she looked down to all that — getup on her. )
What’s the style there? A London exclusive?
( The sickly woman’s brow rose , a look mixed with interest , and confusion . Maybe she 𝙞𝙨 still in Wonderland after all . . )
. . ‘Pizzazz’ . How curious . . A uniquely lovely name .
I’m Alice . It’s a pleasure to meet you .
Is that seriously what you call yourself?
( Don’t get her wrong — Phyllis was confused, afraid even, like this was a fever dream. Obviously, she knew it wasn’t. It felt too real to be. But even as her head followed this — demon — she was still authentic. )
You suck at names…
Come on girl, I already told you or can't you read Twitter dialogues?
(!Yes, he was breaking the fourth wall for a short moment to forget about it, from one moment to the next the masked man was walking too calmly around the girl. )
I am a mask, THE MASK!
𝘏𝘮𝘱𝘩.
( Her tongue clicks, and her arm sort of dangles by her side before finding its way to her pronounced, popped out hip. She smirks down at her, amused. Amused enough to ignore her lack of answer. )
Pizzazz. I have a band. We travel lots.
. . .
( A skinny hand rose , sliding short , messy locks behind an ear . She was never a good liar . She was good at avoiding though . )
What’s . . Your name ? I don’t believe i’ve ever laid eyes on someone with such a colorful palette before . .
JESUS CHRIST, PUT THEM BACK! UGH!
( The singer recoils in disgust, her hand stretched out to block the sight from her gaze. Seeing that, she almost felt something rise up from her throat. Maybe today’s lunch, she thought. )
How does that not hurt like hell for you?!
welcome to the little train of insanity! CHU CHU!~ CHUKU CHUKU CHUKU. ❗❗❗❗
( From one second to the next, the man with an absolutely screwed mentality makes an expression impossible for a human being, removing his eyes, taking them out as if they were binoculars )
- buckling from the hit. She groans, feeling red liquid drip down to her upper lip. Quickly, she wipes it with her sleeve, but looks up to the insane stranger with bafflement. )
What was that—?!
What the shi—
( Momentarily, she’s stunned by the absurdity of what he’s just done. It looks like something from out of those weird, uncanny stop-motion videos.
It’s enough to leave her vulnerable for a moment. Then, 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙈.ᐟ His fist hits her square in the nose, her legs -
B-buahg.... ! okay, okay ¡my turno loquita¡
( The crazy man literally stopped his screaming head at 360 degrees on his neck, so that from one moment to the next he looked like an extremely skinny boxer but still delivered a strong jab to the female face. )
Come on. I know that isn’t all.
( Her hand stretches out towards a nearby wall. She leans on it, her face resting on a leisurely smile, almost seeming to challenge her. )
Whatever you’re hiding, I can take it. I know London. I’ve been. But there’s somewhere deeper, isn’t there?
. . 𝙃𝙪𝙛𝙛 . It—
( She paused , trying to think of a way to explain without sounding deranged . )
. . Eh . Well , Uh . London is quite the place if you ask me . A self-contained dome of mystery and— Such . The markets always lively , aha . .
I’m gonna enjoy breaking that jaw of yours…
( She throws a clean left hook, straight for the chin. Surprisingly, she hits harder than she looks. Quicker too. Just like a truck. )