Anywhere, Everywhere, Nowhere. (Open)

[issy]

Jan 16

Issy sat at her makeup mirror in the back of Club DeLoy. She was fixing her eye make up after the man who ordered a lap dance grabbed her and asked when she got off so she poured a drink on him which he did the same in return. Looking at herself in the mirror she tried to think of why she would be degrading herself like this? She could just steal the money and leave never looking back but that wasn’t Issy let alone her stage name Izzie. She liked the adventure and the attention but more important she liked the money she got every night after 3 dances and a handful of private shows instead of robbing people like she had in the past.

She got up fixing her outfit that felt like one she would wear anytime. She didn’t like the use of clothes or shoes but that didn’t matter to anyone who came here. She wore a low cut pink glitter top and a short matching pink skirt which you could see underneath to her purple G-string that was the uniform here.

She walked up on stage taking her hair out of her messy bun as she ran to the pole and slid on it moving her body to the music. When up on stage she liked to think about all the parties she had been to when she was younger. She didn’t know what she was doing while on stage she took her hands placing them all over her body as she made her way to her next client. No one could resist her charm.

[alyson]

Alyson strolled in through the front door all make up and nicely dressed but still keeping with the dark colours of black and well dark black. She didn’t jump for bright colours nowadays; they were too girly for her which was admittedly a change from previous. She was out of place, surrounded by sleazes and perverts that couldn’t find a woman so instead came to buy a stare at what they could only fantasize. Why was she here? It was simple really. Through accessing Primatech files she learned about several ‘specials’ and she found their powers of interest so here she was, watching dollars buy superficial happiness from dolls that really didn’t know better. It was a poor choice of career.

Her feet carried her around, the men flashing cash and watching with delight as they got a little fantasy but it was really pathetic for her to watch. She smirked, shaking her head as she continued to brush her way through the crowd of so called gentlemen until she paused, seeing a rather popular act up on stage, dancing and using the equipment to entertain the fans, it was really quite a sight if she was male and actually cared for throwing away money and all the rest of the bad things associated with this sort of thing.

She stood watching, probably the only girl actually in the place that wasn’t a dancer or stripper, whatever the term was and it really made her look out of place but not feel out of place. Sure men looked at her, some probably even through she was weird but like she really cared about them. The music played, they danced, it was a simple gig really. Al rather than being impulsive and doing something stupid decided to wait for the big finale and then approach the girl she had heard or rather read so much about. She was the one.

[issy]

Issy did her famous pose which was her bending down on her knees and arching her back. After her song, American Women, ended she got up and walked off the stage ready to head to the back as she bumped into a women. She was the only one that look sophisticated in a place like this. As her hand gently brushed the women’s shoulder a pain emerged making Issy close her eyes. She could see this women reading a file. All she could make out was her name on a piece of paper. She opened her eyes staring at the women. He found me.

Eyeing the women she shook her head. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you.” She leaned closer to the girl whispering into her ear. “I saw what you read about. Me.” She leaned back folding her arms arocss her chest. “Mind telling me who the hell you are?”

[alyson]

Alyson watched as the girl finished her act, the men cheering for a moment and then booing as the show was over at least from that girl, that Isle Freemantle. She crossed her arms, stood in the doorway leading back to the dressing rooms and private show rooms and waited as the girl approached. It was by accident that they brushed shoulders and she turned to face her, looking longingly at her as she seemed to be lost for a moment and then she returned and got a little bit too comfortable around her, whispering into her ear like teasing Al. Alyson smirked, the men at least a few were staring at the scene, egging them on for what they hoped was a little girl on girl but hey they had small minds.

She allowed her arms to unwrap and leaned forward, whispering back to maintain the subterfuge. “I’m the person that knows who you are Isle” Alyson looked at Izzie as the board called her and stood back up straight waiting for the reply back. She knew this girl could see things, she could have surprised her but that wasn’t fun was it. It was worth taking the time to learn more about her than any file could hold about a person.

[issy]

“It’s Issy.“ Issy shook her head at the girl as she then walked into the dressing room holding the door open for the girl. She sat at her makeup mirror wiping the fake eyelashes she had on. “What do you want?” She questioned as she glared at the women in the mirror.

She got up quickly walking behind the sheer curtain that was used for the girls to change. She put on her regular clothing which consisted of jeans and an over sized t-shirt. She opened the curtain sitting back in her seat taking off the high heels she had on grabbing her black boots she had worn just in case anyone wanted to follow her home. It was no exception that his women somehow knew her name. “I didn’t catch you name. Is it skank?”

[alyson]

What does she want? It was a question which could have many answers but today the only answer was another question back. She followed Izzie as she seemed to prefer into the dressing room and stood near the door, closing it behind her, locking it up as if for privacy which in a way was true but it wasn’t for the usual use of privacy. The girl seemed to get changed, removed the make up and the outfit and came back out dressed much as normal. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, “Names are overrated and what I want is to learn how you knew I had read about you Isle” Alyson knew the answer of course but she was fishing for some answers which weren’t in the file as well as keeping her own little secret a secret. She wanted to see if the girl was open to her power, if so then it would really speed things along a little big, a lot.

[issy]

Issy shook her head. “Do you think I’m stupid? I know what file it was I heard of that company before.” She paced about overcome with anger yet she kept her cool for now. “Are you one of us or one of them?” She had heard of a company who liked to ‘help’ people like her out. She had never came in contact with anyone from the so called company so she wasn’t sure why would they send someone to get her now.

She saw someone walk in giving them a death glare they grabbed there things and left through the back door. “I’m a history buff.” She stated in a very cocky way remember how her ex Tommy would put her power. He was the one who made her into what she was today. She hated him for it but she couldn’t imagine who she would be otherwise.

[alyson]

Alyson remained with her back against the wall, listening with some level of interest as the girl paced around like in panic and then delivered her classification, her power class like it was a joke or something. She unfolded her arms and smiled, “I know what you can do Isle, it is a gift really…why do you tarnish it so lightly?” It was a simple question; she couldn’t live without her power, powers if she counted what she was doing now, gathering powers by means of feeding her need to know, to understand how the mind works. This girl, Izzie was fiery, she could feel that in the room, the vibration in the room and it was good, she liked strong emotion, showed she was hitting some nerves, the right ones. The Company hadn’t sent her here, she used there records to find specials but wasn’t an agent, she didn’t want to be an agent, she had more important things than that.

[issy]

“A gift?” She shook her head now sitting back down. “My gift got me into robberies, hostage situations and the worst thing is that I saw murders as if they were my own victims.” She closed her eyes remembering how she felt when she had seen the people that were her friends murder for anything. “I love my power but I wont become a murdered.”

She then opened her eyes smirking. “Steal, lying even conning a man is fun but murder can never be fun.” She looked at the girl. “I felt the fun you had in your life though granted I didn’t get to see what you did but I can take a guess.” She wanted to know what she wanted and if she had to fib a bit on what she saw when she touched her she would.

[alyson]

Deniability, it was the chorus of the innocent to deny the true power of the gift they had been given but not Alyson. She saw the meaning behind her power, the necessity to do what she did, to understand how things work in the world and this girl, she had a dark aura inside her that found fun in stealing, conning and fibbing her way to what she wanted which was classic for someone that hadn’t yet realised the potential of such a powerful gift. Al stepped off the way and moved forward, offering her hand, tossing her hair back as she looked down at the girl, Isle and saw curiosity in her eye. “Take a look at my history, see what I have done, feel what I have done” She of course could just take the power after killing her but it wouldn’t be much fun then and besides, she could take the power anytime she wanted so why rush it? Alyson was playing a little game.

[issy]

Issy looked at her for a moment unsure that the women wanted from her. She took her hand hoping it wasn’t something she would never come back from. Her eyes closed she could feel the presences of the victims the girl had killed. She saw the deaths as if she was Alyson. Her breathing became very fast and deep till she opened her eyes swiping the women’s hand away from her. “What are you?” She touched her face wiping the sweat.

She had felt the power the girl had and also sensed that she enjoyed it. The troubling part of it all Issy didn’t feel as she once did. She had seen what the girl had done but she felt good about it. All the things she thought she didn’t like she did. She looked at her. “Wow killings fun. Who you thunk it?”

(Thunk is the way Issy said it so no typeo)

[alyson]

Alyson smirked, she could see the initial fright in the expression of the girl, the thoughts of her being a monster washing in and then completely off only to be replaced with a feeling of power, of fun and perhaps even a smidge of needing to feel that sort of power for herself. Isle really wanted to be neutral, not take sides and live out her life within this theatre of sleaze but Alyson could tell she wanted more than that life, could see it in the eyes and that was the whole point of allowing her to see what she had done, killed.

She watched as the girl tried to cool down her face, the sweat from the raw excitement evident in her expression. Alyson gently raised her hand, softly caressing the girl’s cheek, showing that if she really wanted her dead then she would already be dead but instead she wanted to share something, show something, and felt a hunger inside this girl. “It isn’t about killing; it is about control, having control to do whatever you want and with whoever you want.” Al leaned in as if to kiss her and then paused, “Do you want that Izzy?” It was a tactic, a game that she was playing, reeling her in but she was curious.

[issy]

Issy felt her hand go to her cheek. It was a warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time. She wanted to be in control unlike her time spent with Tommy who drugged her around and forced her to do things she didn’t want to do. She wanted to feel safe.

“I want that.”

She looked Alyson in the eyes now showing pure anger of all things she had to endure. She was ready to turn against anyone and anything that stood in her way. “Tell me what I need to do.” Issy was not Isle anymore she hadn’t been so many years but this new persona she was creating felt like it needed something more something only a friend or mentor could give.

[alyson]

Alyson of course could have just killed this girl, Izzy and took her power but that wasn’t really fun, it was much more enticing to play this game, flirt a little and for some strange reason it almost felt right to her to play this role, to drop the hook and reel in the bait and she could tell that Izzy was a willing participant in such a reel. She dropped her hand from the cheek and smirked, she had caught her fish for the day and now it was time to see if she could swim in her world, the world she was enjoying endlessly. “Take my hand” Al offered her hand again, eyes meeting eyes as she was serious, she knew exactly what needed to be done and the only way to make a killer was to have them kill something and feel that power for themselves. A simple sleaze out of this place would do, she already had one picked out. All she had to do, Izzy was plan her attack, execute without remorse and that was it, the old Isle would be dead and the new one would be someone worth being a friend and mentor to.

[issy]

Issy took the women’s hand not sure what she was up to but she rather be doing something with her then working her shift. She walked with her not sure where they were headed till she saw the private room with a man waiting for a good time. She smirked at the man as the two entered the room. “Ready for your good time?” She questioned as the man just watched waiting for the fun.

She looked around noticing the taser they had hidden just in case someone got to rough. She looked at Alyson. “Hold his mouth will ya?”