[center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyqwznCpIiI&index=11&list=RDqgKkN9cP5UA[/youtube][/center] Scattered motes of dust twinkled softly from within the bright breams of light peaking into the main living space.Through the old, and slightly bent blinds the motes danced and swirled lazily. A rickety ceiling fan churned and squeaked to it's maximum potential, which did nothing to stir the stifling heat or dispel the sticky dampness lingering in the air. In the main room a loud buzz clicked on, signalling the efforts of the refrigerator working overtime, which was quickly followed by the soft hiss of steam as the coffee machine stirred to life. Outside the world was stirring to life, the dull roar of engines, people laughing, and somewhere a radio that was turned up just enough to seep through the thin walls of the complex. None of that made a comparison to the sudden, jolting screech of the alarm inches from Sybille's face. She raised her head with a start, wiping away the dampness from the corner of her mouth and squinted at the alarm clock in irritation. [color=hotpink]"Fuck man, it's Sunday give me break,"[/color] she whined, slapping her hand out. Which only served to knock the clock off of it's perch at the corner of the nightstand and onto the ground: All the while whining loudly for her to get up. She groaned as she rolled over onto her stomach, slumping off the bed slowly like a wet noodle, and finally found the off switch. The earthy scent of coffee creeped up on her, and suddenly the world didn't look so bleak after all. She stood up slowly, bare as the day she was born except for her mask and collar, and shambled towards the bathroom. The only times she really took her mask off were to cut her hair, by herself of course, and to take a shower. Sybille wasn't entirely sure how the mysterious trend came to be, but it had swept through like a wild fire and she found herself caught up in it. More peculiarly, she found herself forgetting the faces of her associates, and instead recalling their masks when she thought of them. Toothbrush half in her mouth, Sybille stepped into the lukewarm shower, quite literally feeling the heat and sweat wash off of her. Half an hour later Sybille found herself cross-legged on the couch, with a cup of coffee neatly smothered with ice. No sense in drinking hot coffee on a hot day, still, it did nothing to relieve the heat. Slowly she found herself adding her accessories and garments as she went about her morning routine, which involved opening a window and threatening a young man's life. It was his own fault, for gawking. He acted as if he'd never seen a woman before. Regardless of that fact that she was only half clothed in modesty. Yes, definitely his fault. She was halfway through a hit off her pipe when a pounding on the whitewashed, and slightly peeling door sent her coughing and spluttering. "Sybille! You're two weeks late on rent! Godammit Sybille I swear to-" [color=hotpink]"Chill bossman, I got your money,"[/color] She said sweetly, holding out an envelope as a tingling of pleasant sensations skittered through her body. By now she was fully clothed, looking as if she had just left an all night rave. Lucard, quirked an eyebrow, eyeing her garb with skepticism. "Ahem, well, yes," He murmured, snatching the envelope and adjusting his askew blue tie patterned with white blossoms. Lucard was a scrawny thing of a man, wearing a white button up damp around the pits and chest, and a pair of khaki shorts and flipflops. And he had the audacity to look at her style as if it were strange. "I'm guessing you expect me to wave the late fees, [i]again[/i]?" He drawled the last word out slowly, as if expecting an alternative. [color=hotpink]"You want some of this?"[/color] She giggled, tapping her neck. Lucard sighed heavily, leaning against the door frame, "I wish you'd stop that." She hissed in response, throwing up the cape she wasn't wearing and crooking her fingers menacingly as she backed into the room, [color=hotpink]"[i]I vant to suck your blood!"[/i][/color] She laughed again, picking up the glass pipe off the table, [color=hotpink]"Well, you can suck on this instead."[/color] "That's more like it, but-" Lucard began, closing the door behind him as he strode into the room on legs much too long and gangly for his body. [color=hotpink]"Yes yes, I know baby, I got what you need,"[/color] Sybille chimed, removing a small, but thickly stuffed packet from her bra, [color=hotpink]"You wanna get [i]amped[/i], you forget about those little pesky late fees, yea? I'm a busy gal you know."[/color] Lucard eyed the packet, with more than a little twinkle in his eye as he took a draw off the pipe. Sybille sauntered up to him, stuffing the packet in his pocket. She pressed two of her fingers to the lips of her mask, and then too his cheek. Despite the lack of intimacy at the gesture he blushed anyways. Kissing with a latex mask on was doable, but on such a level of awkward maneuvering that Sybille wasn't willing to commit to sober. "Fuck Sy, I wish you'd take that thing off. I can't even remember your face anymore," Lucard said as he eyed her, a bit exasperated. [color=hotpink]"Good,"[/color] She laughed, twirling around to his other side, [color=hotpink]"That's part of the fun."[/color] Sybille spun once more, picking up her Fangs from their position at the end of the coffee table. She pulled the strap over her head. One could be drawn over her left shoulder, and the other from the small of her back. Lucard tapped the pipe over the ashtray and left it on the table as he moved back towards the door. "You know Sy, I know this really great Italian place on the south side," He started, putting a hand on her shoulder. [color=hotpink]"Lucy, we've been down that road before,"[/color] She countered, an underlying tone of sadness sneaking into her words as she shrugged off his hand. "I know but-" [color=hotpink]"Lucy you know me, we don't fit babe. We're like two corner pieces, alike but never fitting ya dig? I'm not the kind to settle down anyways."[/color] Lucard sighed once more as he ran a hand through his sweat-matted raven black hair, a slight twitch of irritation pulled at the corner of his sky blue eyes. "How long are you going to do this? Until you end up in jail, or dead? You'll never have a future this way Sy. You'll always be running from your past-" His words dropped off suddenly, concern washing over his face as he half lifted a hand towards her. "Shit Sy I didn't mean-" [color=hotpink]"Enjoy the White Lady,"[/color] Sybille remarked, stuffing as much false cheer as she could manage into her words as she snatched the keys off the table and stepped out onto the second level balcony. The lower levels were personal garages for the tenants above, one of the reasons she still chose to stay here. Lucard was still standing in front of her door, his face pinched with worry as Sybille backed out into the lot. Tire's screaming, she threw the wheel hard, spinning the car around and whipped out onto the road.