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bailey blodwen
 Posted: Mar 21 2015, 07:26 AM
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Saturday mornings were the perfect time to visit Camden markets. And by perfect, of course that meant everyone and their mother decided to take the streets by storm. Mothers packed into hordes by the stalls and haggling wars exploded all across the street. Bailey slipped between a disgruntled husband and two very unhappy children, pulling her elbows in to avoid hitting a small child's face. Safety precautions for short people; it's a thing.

The air was still nippy even as the sun made an unexpected appearance behind smudged clouds. Her forest green petticoat jacket was just warm enough to keep out the early morning chill, with the added bonus of deep pockets. As nice as people could be, she knew how easily pick pockets hit their mark in crowded places. Bailey spent more time walking past stalls than peering into them. Picky was putting it mildly. Mostly, though, she wasn't much for crafts and fashion wasn't a big concern. The only reason she had a nice jacket was because her cousin forced her to accept it as a gift.

The first stall to catch her eye had an array of knickknacks; the kind of stock any passerby might find at a yard sale. Little figurines, bulky jewelry and a few worn western romance novels. Louis L'Amour must have been so filthy rich; she'd never read a single page of any L'Amour novel and yet she knew exactly who he was. That kind of fame didn't happen overnight. But the stall, while eccentric, didn't have anything worth the price tag. Unhurried, Bailey moved on. The next few stalls were hand-sewn purses and shoulder bags. Blah.

It was the stall two spaces up and to her right that really caught her eye. It shouldn't have; she wasn't the materialistic, shiny things kind of girl. She preferred a good set of sports bras over nice studded earrings. Truthfully, the only reason she had her ears pierced was a dare when she was twelve. Do-it-yourself projects aren't a good idea when needles are involved. She kept them out of pride; she won that bet, dammit.

But this little stall had so many different earrings it hurt her eyes to look at them. Some were so garish it might take a cart to wheel them around. She didn't really want or need earrings but...well, sometimes a girl just has to look at a nicely stocked stall. Besides, a few of them were hand-painted. She picked up a pair with flat, round stones with holes in the center. They were so thin she was sure touching them would leave cracks behind. Light and a vivid purple, she hefted them on her palm. With a quick look upward, she smiled. "So," Eyes wide, smile properly innocent, she engaged the warzone chieftan. "How much for these?"

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 Posted: Apr 1 2015, 12:05 AM
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Evonny had the next few days off, she'd done well. She was learning to manage the girls quickly and they were finally starting to accept that her word was pretty much final. There were still those who didn't want her to have more power than them, but they could just suck an egg. She'd said the same too, though in much harsher terms. Lenora had sat her down for a talking to about diplomacy, though she'd complimented her colorful use of language. It had been obvious that Evonny was tired, so Lenora had given her some time off.

But Evonny was too preoccupied to sleep or get any rest. So she'd gone shopping instead. Dressed in a pair of skinny black jeans, a soft fuchsia sweetheart tank, a black leather jacket and black stilleto ankle boots. Her jewelry was simple and gold and her long chocolate hair was down in soft curls. She'd settled on brown contacts today, not really wanting to stand out too much.

She started out walking, not really headed anywhere, just moving through the crowds of people. Eventually she found herself outside the busy stalls at Camden Market. She slowed her pace, idly browsing the tables until she stopped at one that had an unusually eclectic selection of jewelry. She was eyes a pair of gold earrings when a petite, bright haired young girl snagged a pair of interesting looking earrings.

Evonny glanced at the girl, who was shorter than her 5'7, though she was closer to 5'9 in heels. She smirked, it was obvious the girl was still school age. There was something about the her, the way she held herself and the way she took on an air of innocence when talking to the stall owner. She reminded Evonny of herself in high school. The girl was brightly colored and though she played innocent well, the facial expression was perfect, her posture didn't match. Still, she was an intriguing little thing. She glanced at the seller, recognizing him as one of the girl's regular clients. She smiled at him, dipping her head in greeting.

"Those are nice...I'm sure he's willing to give you a good deal." she picked up the pair of gold geometric dangling earrings she'd been eyeing. "If he's reasonable, I just might buy these for myself. What do you think? Too much?" She really had no idea why she was engaging the girl. Perhaps it was that she reminded her of her as rebellious youth. Though, at that age, Evonny wouldn't have paid for them. She'd have just pocketed them. Then again, perhaps it was lack of sleep. She needed to go get something for that. She hadn't slept in a few nights and that wasn't normal. She was starting to feel the effects. Heck, she was interacting with a stranger of her own choosing. Make pretty lame small talk if she were to admit it to herself.

All the rhythms in my heart lift me up inside * We can't stay out of trouble, is it worth the blame * Is it true that the more you give, the more they take * All the rhythms in my heart lift me up and say
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Bailey's head snapped up fast enough to creak. She hadn't heard anyone approach - unsurprising with the roar of the market - and didn't expect anyone but the man behind the stall to reply. After a second to reign in her surprise, Bay quirked an eyebrow. A good deal? In this market? Most of the sellers gouged anyone not willing to haggle and still walked off with the better deal when customers did haggle.

"I hope your gauge for customer service is reliable," She offered a half smile, still unsure how to react. Beautiful women like her didn't often start up a conversation at a stall - unless they were looking to sell something themselves - but being a teenager, and a girl, Bay doubted that was the case. Not that she didn't appreciate all the work this strange woman put in to look absolutely delectable. But she knew better than to say so in the middle of a family market. "I think they'd definitely make a statement." She leaned forward to peer at the golden plated earrings and her smile widened as she raised her eyes to the stranger. "They'll make your skin glow, especially with those eyes." Okay. She wasn't always the best at acting proper.

But proper for a lady boxer was much different compared to an extravagant lady such as this one. Bay turned toward the man selling the jewelry and fished a hand in her pocket - the one not holding the delicate earrings - to pull out ten quid. "Will this do, or shall the lady and I find another lovely stall to peruse?" If the strange woman could sweet-talk him, Bailey could brow-beat him. A good-cop bad-cop sort of deal. Now that could work brilliantly.

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evonny frost
 Posted: Apr 19 2015, 05:35 PM
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She smiled warmly at the feisty little pip. "I've got a good sense for people." she reassured her. It was true, after spending years studying psychology and dance, not to mention being an escort, she had a knack for body language and reading people. It was what made her so good at her job. She could figure out what made someone tick within moments of meeting them and adjust herself to be who they wanted when she met them.

She lifted her lips in a seductive smile, an automatic response to flattery. She had a weakness for flattery, so the girl's comment was well placed. "That's all I needed to hear."[b] She said nodding to the vendor that she'd take the earrings. She watched as the girl then gave him an offer. She caught on to what she was doing. Her tone was firm, unrelenting, which had been in contrast to Evonny's softer purr. This girl was clever, very clever.

Evonny raised her eyes to the vendor, meeting them and giving a very slight nod. [b]"I'd say it would be quite a good deal. Especially since, taking such a deal would possibly result in me recommending this stall to some of my friends. I have a few companions who are looking for more lovely accessories. I'm here to see where the best deals are." it wasn't entirely true, but if it helped get the earrings for a decent price, she could lie quite smoothly.

She watched as the man sighed and agreed to the price. She turned to the girl, "You've got quite a knack for this. Come here often?" she asked, the idle conversation starter a bit lack luster but Evonny wasn't trying to woo the girl. Had she been a old enough to drink, that would possibly be different. As it was, the girl was underage and Evonny didn't go for the young ones.

Yet, this girl had potential as shopping companion. Though Evonny wondered why she was seeking companionship from someone so young. Perhaps it was the familiarity she felt with the girl. Perhaps it was because the idea of companionship without having to worry about seduction or ulterior motives was appealing at the moment. Evonny wanted something simple, uncomplicated at the moment. She didn't want to have to worry about clientele or putting on a face. Perhaps she was hoping this girl could offer her that opportunity.

All the rhythms in my heart lift me up inside * We can't stay out of trouble, is it worth the blame * Is it true that the more you give, the more they take * All the rhythms in my heart lift me up and say
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Bailey saw the moment the vendor caved in--and didn't miss the look shared between vendor and stranger, either. But she didn't comment on that. Instead she flashed her smile. "You know what, for our patronage and my companion's kind offer to recommend your booth to her friends, I think this tenner covers both earring sets, don't you?" She tightened her smile just a fraction, eyes crinkled at the corners. Amusement wore her face into the semblance of a pixie; cute and deadly in the wrong moment. As she exchanged the cash, careful to let her gaze linger on the vendor. She doubted he'd disagree - whether it was because he wanted the positive feedback or because of some underlying relationship with the stranger in question - and took a moment to affix the garish but somehow pretty earrings to her lobes.

The swish of the chilly stones brushed against her jaw and she grinned. She got her ears pierced when Pops tried to convince her needles would hurt and she shouldn't get her tongue pierced. Deal was, if she could get both ears pierced and take care of them for a year, she could get her tongue done. That was when she was fourteen--at seventeen, she almost never wore earrings and, to Pops' chagrin, sported a lovely metal bauble in her mouth. There was no transcription of how Bay convinced her father she only wanted it to rebel against the 'no face piercings' rules at school, that she'd never do anything untoward with said ring, and what ever do you mean about inappropriate things, father? Putty in her hands.

Bailey flashed her bright smile at the stranger, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. "Occasionally. My friends and I come here after school sometimes." That wasn't a lie. She did, however, forget to mention Aubrey's sticky fingers and how rarely they actually spent money here. Not that Bailey often filched from the stalls, everyone had to earn their own money some way. It was rude to take from someone who didn't deserve it. However, there were a few particularly rude vendors who said rude things or looked at her like some sort of degenerate just because she wore ripped band t-shirts and men's jeans. Scruffy though she might be, she was honest. And just.

Rude people don't deserve to keep their wares, now do they?

"You seem to know your way around the market yourself," Bailey ventured with a smile. She turned to survey the jam-packed stalls like books in a too-small bookshelf, wherever and however they might fit. Territorial, some of those blokes. Bailey was suddenly in the mood for a shopping spree. Pops gave her a regular allowance for helping around the Gym(almost a pay check but without all those VAT deductions). She'd only brought twenty quid but knew of a few cash machines with free withdrawals. "Seeing as we're two young, confident young ladies I think we should take this market by storm, what say you?" Bailey offered her hand, nails bitten to the quick and knuckles calloused. "I'm Bailey, by the way. Bay's fine, too. Or That One Ginger. You know, whatever tickles your fancy."

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 Posted: Apr 28 2015, 10:10 PM
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Evonny couldn’t help it as a laugh bubbled up from her throat and escaped her mouth. The young girl was gutsy! Evonny found herself smiling at the girl with genuine amusement hinted by respect. It was a rare combination. More often than not, Evonny’s smiles were carefully crafted for whoever she was looking at the garner the response she wanted. Yet, this girl, this color little sprite caught her enough by surprise that the smile was genuine. She glanced at the vendor, who frowned, none too pleased with the new deal. She couldn’t fight the smile that made her eyes light up. She was utterly amused, ”I think you’re absolutely right.” she watched as the vendor looked between them then took the cash.

Evonny knew by the look on the man’s face that she’d hear about this from Lenora. But it was entirely worth it. Evonny hadn’t felt this tickled in quite some time. So she’d take the scolding. She had the earrings wrapped up and placed them in her purse as the young girl put her own in her ears. ”They suit you.” They really did. It wasn’t something Evonny felt she could get away with, without looking garish…but the girl wore them with such confidence that they looked positively fashionable.

She nodded as the girl responded, speaking of school and her friends. Evonny had already known she was young, she had a good sense of age. So she could easily guess within a year or two how old the girl was. She nodded in agreement. ”Yes, I often frequent the market on my days off.” it was true. She was fond of finding those buried treasures and one of a kind beauties for her home and closet. Not to mention, it was good to be seen in this area, as she was one of Lenora’s girls. And those who were aware of her alternative lifestyle, knew to treat the girls well and that in return they would be treated well. Those who didn’t know of Evonny as anything but a Massage Therapist, still respected her. It was something Evonny had worked hard to cultivate, it was part of the reason she was so successful in her life.

She grabbed the girl’s hand and gave it a firm shake. ”I like the name Bailey, it suits you.” she smiled. Bailey sounded like someone with a fighter’s spirit. This ginger pixie had just that. Evonny could tell from the way she stood, to the way she dressed and even the firmness in her handshake. ”I’m Evonny, though Evie is fine. I don’t have any fun nicknames to choose from though.” she smirked. She found it fascinating that Bailey had referred to her as one of the young ladies. She was just over thirty, and though she knew well enough that she didn’t look much older than twenty-five, it was still flattering. Evonny was a sucker for flattery. ”When put that way, how could I say no?” she smiled.

True it was rather bizarre to Evonny that she was actually looking forward to spending an hour or so with a teenager. Evonny usually kept to an older crowd. She rarely dealt with anyone younger than eighteen, and those were usually only the girls at the parlour. Still, something about this Bailey made the idea of spending more time in her company intriguing. So she agreed. ”So, you’re the leader of this escapade. Where to?” she asked with a smile. ”And perhaps at some point I can treat you to lunch or dessert. You did just buy my earrings after all. I’d be happy to treat.” She smiled as she indicated that she would follow Bailey.

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Bailey smiled warmly at the woman. Trends and fashion weren't her thing. She mostly hated jewelry - she couldn't be bothered taking them off and putting them on all the time, and she'd lost half of nearly every set of earrings she had during the year of the piercing bet--the last six months she wore mismatched earrings and it ended up starting a trend in school. So to hear a woman as well dressed and beautiful as this one telling Bailey they suited her caused the lightest of blushes to grow high on her cheeks. Girly really wasn't her thing, for all that she was Lady Casanova. "Thanks," she added a half second later than necessary as she worked up the reminder of reciprocating appreciation.

It wasn't surprising Bailey hadn't met the woman in the market before, as she rarely spared extra time to go shopping of all things. Truth be told she didn't like shopping except for the occasional penchant for something new. She squeezed Evonny--Evie's hand firmly, head tilted just to the left as she relished the name. With an intentional once-over, she quirked a brow. "You seem more an Espeon to me. Eevee was always such a plain jane, but with quite a bit of potential. Espe had such grace and beauty, really." She shook her head at her very bad joke - that Aubrey would have keeled over hearing, she was sure - and then released Evie's fingers. "Nice to meet you, Evie. Don't mind my teenage nonsense."

Bailey winked at Evie, tossing her hair. "Of course. Few ladies can resist my charm." She laughed, enjoying the fact that it was made only half in jest. Not that she was hitting on Evonny, she was smarter than that. But it amused her to joke about. "I say we let the path do the choosing. There's so much to explore, why worry about any one shop or stall?" She perked up at the idea of a nice free dessert or lunch--Bailey was one of those reasonably chipper people who always accepted free things, even if she didn't have a use for it. She either pawned off the things she didn't need to her pals or she left it in the Gym for anyone to snatch up. "That sounds like a plan to me. Though I think that vendor only agreed because he couldn't take his eyes off of you long enough to figure out how nicely we screwed him out of a profit."

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Evonny was surprised when her compliment caused the bold young woman to blush slightly. Evonny was good a reading people, and from the body language, this girl didn’t blush often. In fact, Evonny would bet money that she was more used to causing others to blush than blushing herself. Still, it was rather adorable.

Bailey’s body language went back to the confident stance that seemed natural to her. It suited the bright hair and vivacious eyes that watched Evonny. She could feel her gaze, almost like a physical presence. This girl was had considerable potential to be someone powerful, though in what aspect, she was curious. If her handshake was anything to judge by, which Evonny always felt spoke volumes about people, Bailey was confident and strong. So much power and potential in such a little package, fascinating.

Evonny was caught by her response to her name, snorting a laugh before she could catch herself. Evonny never snorted, except when someone she was close to made her laugh and she was feeling relaxed. It was a laugh that only her dearest friends heard, and yet this little pip caught her by surprise enough to hear her snort. ”Did…” she couldn’t fight the grin. ”Did you just compare me to a Pokémon? she bit her bottom lip to stifle another laugh. That had never happened to her before. In fact, the only reason she knew what the girl was talking about was because one of her regulars was an avid game player. He was one of the only younger men, at the age of twenty-one, she took and often they spent hours playing various card games ranging from popular to obsolete. He had come to her a shy virgin and it had taken a lot to get him to open up. In fact, for weeks he had come just to spend a few hours playing cards with her before sex even became an option. That was a year ago, now they played various games for a few hours and the winner got to choose where they had sex. It was only because of him that she recognized the reference. In fact, she’d just seen him two nights before and they’d played with his latest acquisitions.

She couldn’t fight the grin. She was actually rather fond of him and always found time for him. Though she wasn’t romantically interested in the young man, he’d become something of a friend…if you could call their relationship that. Still, Bailey’s reference made her think of him and she couldn’t fight the chuckle. ”I like Espeon, as far as Eevee’s evolutions go. Though if I had to pick one, Ninetales is my go to. Then again, I’ve always had a soft spot for anything fox-like.” she shrugged.

This was one of Evonny’s gifts. She learned quickly and adjusted easily to the company she kept. If geek culture was on the menu, Evonny knew enough to get by, though sometimes she knew more. She was by no means a master, but she could easily take on qualities that made whoever she was with comfortable. She was a chameleon, she became what her companion needed and wanted.

Evonny waved off Bailey’s apologies. ”No worries, I have a…friend who is a bit obsessed and it’s rubbed off on me a bit.” she smiled. ”Plus, anytime someone is willing to compare me to something they consider graceful and beautiful, I won’t stop them.” she winked at Bailey. ”Not to mention teenage nonsense isn’t a bad thing. It’s refreshing.” she admitted.

Evonny smirked at Bailey’s statement of irresistible charm, though it was the lady aspect that helped add another piece to the puzzle that was Bailey. Evonny had assumed, but knew now and it made things easier. ”Of that, I have no doubt.” she said, referring to her charm, though she was quite serious. If Bailey was older, Evonny might have even found herself claimed by that charm. As it was, her age kept Evonny playing nice.

She thought over Bailey’s suggestion, ”Actually, that sounds like a good idea. I usually have a regular path I take…but your way sounds more fun. I will follow your lead and see where it takes us.” She smiled, strangely intrigued by the free-spirit next to her. She began moving, listening as Bailey spoke. ”I don’t think it was so much that…” The truth was closer that he knew better than to cause Evonny displeasure. She had Lenora’s ear and a simple bad word could cause repercussions. On the other side, by letting them get away with a steal, he was going to get a good word and that could come with considerable benefits. Lenora was quite influential and being on her good side was always a good thing. ”Perhaps we just make a good team, an interesting take on good cop/bad cop. You’re all cute but tough as hell, and I’m…well…eye-candy.” she laughed. She didn’t want to say seductive and manipulative, even though those were two very good words to describe her.

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Evie's grin lit up her face and Bailey's answering smile flashed across her own. "I couldn't resist." She hadn't expected the woman to recognize the game, much less have a personal favorite. Her head dipped slightly to the right as she looked the woman over again. "To be fair, eevee had so much potential, she could go anywhere her little heart took her." Truth be told, ninetails was one of her favorites as well--both because they came from the Japanese Kitsune legends as well as their affiliation with fire. Her own shock of ginger hair had looked like a raging campfire all her life, bone straight and eye-catching. She couldn't help her love of matching elements. "A friend, huh?"

Body language was Bay's bread and butter. She heard the hesitation and didn't fight to hide her flashing eyes. Friend, indeed. But instead of prying, she bobbed her head. "Everyone within six years of my age has heard of - or is obsessed with - pokemon. It's about as unavoidable as knowing who Elvis is, even if I don't like his music." Which was a bit of a half truth. Pops bought her a gameboy - the original kind with the jagged pixels and a battery requirement - for her eighth christmas. While she didn't always play games, she'd loved it both because Pops bought it for her and because it was a game all about fighting and becoming the master. It spoke to her child-like wonder of boxing, before she was really allowed to play with the other boys.

She'd scoped out Camden market over the years but still she plundered upon some new little stall shoved between a t-shirt overstock and 'handmade' trinkets. When she hedged right toward the large, hollowed out building that had been stripped and stuffed with every size stall and corkboard wall imaginable. There were a few shops with leather satchels she wanted to check out and - if she had the pounds - maybe even a new art piece to hang in the apartment. "Let's start there." She jerked her chin in the direction of the building, the labyrinth of cloth and clutter and stifling pickpockets. Maybe then they could meander through the food huts; she liked the Vietnamese place with what looked like kebabs but with meats she didn't wholly recognize.

"I'm disconcerting." Bailey admitted with a grin. She looked so demure with her slight frame and miniscule height; it was an unexpected advantage in life, if he utilized it properly. She couldn't count how many fights she'd been in where the other party - oft times men - would laugh and jeer when she stepped into the ring, only to make acquaintance with her fist. "And you're quite a bit more than eye-candy, if I were to guess." She kept proper distance between them, maybe two feet. If they'd met in a bar rather than a market, she might have taken a chance. But she wasn't stupid, and she did try to keep to her own age. Sometimes. "Eye candy emphasizes the picture as a whole. You're more like the main attraction."

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Bailey had a great smile, which was something Evonny noticed. When it was genuine, it was one of those smiles that could light up a room. She listened to her reason regarding eevee. She envied the creature the freedom Bailey assigned it. Yes it was fictional but that was not the point. Evonny knew she had potential, Lenora spoke of it often, and it was true she could have gone wherever her heart desired…but having signed the new contract she was pretty stationary. It was a blessing and a curse. ”I suppose that is where eevee and I differ then.” she said with a small half smile. She gave a shrug, mostly pushing aside the thought. She got to travel if her client wished to, but it wasn’t as often as she wished.

Still, life was not a bad one, so Evonny shouldn’t complain. She smirked at Bailey’s disbelief in her friend label. She gave her a coy smile but nodded, ”Yes, a friend.” She nodded her head at the comment of age and obsession, it was a pretty spot on comment. She was willing to bet her friend was only a few years older than Bailey, so the parameters set did in fact work. She listened as Bailey stated her opinion on everything that came up. Evonny liked it. They weren’t forceful or brash opinions, just opinions in their simplest state. A comment regarding her own belief or feelings on a subject, whether it was music or something else.

Evonny glanced in the direction that Bailey nodded and didn’t argue. It was just as good a place to start as any. So she simply fell into step beside the firecracker. She glanced at Bailey as she stated she was disconcerting. ”No…I don’t quite like that word for you. I’d say a variation of unique…like a firecracker. A lot of power and energy in a small package that you can’t quite be sure when it was go off, but that’s what makes it fun and invigorating. I’d have to say, a firecracker, if it could be used as a verb that would be the one I chose.” She shrugged.

While Bailey kept an appropriate personal space between them, one that Evonny appreciated, her words danced along the line of friendly and flirtatious. ”The main attraction?” she laughed, shaking her head. ”If I didn’t know better I’d say you were plying me with flattery. Are you the silver tongued type?” She didn’t mind the flirtation, most of her life was spent in one flirtatious conversation or another. There were few exceptions. As for Bailey, the flirtatious conversation was fine as long as it remained innocent and playful. The moment it got too far, Evonny would turn it down. But then, she had a feeling it wouldn’t come to that. Bailey seemed to recognized that Evonny was off-limits or really vice-versa. She was willing to bet she was a very intuitive young woman.

All the rhythms in my heart lift me up inside * We can't stay out of trouble, is it worth the blame * Is it true that the more you give, the more they take
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