bury me in satin */

[sylvia ashton rivers]

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…it'd been a couple days already, and nothing, absolutely fucking nothing, exciting had happened yet. what could you really expect from a town recooperating from a massive earthquake, but still... the drabness of the place was absolutely astounding. in the worst way possible, too, if you'd been wondering. the hotel room was starting to get kind of stuffy, and sylvia syl rivers was getting kind of impatient. she wanted to go out and do something, meet some people, and fuck them up. or at least just get out of the four walls she'd grown accustomed to seeing over the past few days. she wanted to go out. and she hated that stupid hotel, her and her sister should find some cheap halfass house to live in, at least. she wouldn't complain if they ended up somewhere nice. that was joey's business though. syl wasn't a shopper of homes, or anything for that matter. she was the irresponsible one, and she liked it that way. yeah, she took care of things, but if it were up to her they would never have food in the house. she was down with fast-fooding it up for every meal. she was feeling extremely restless though, maybe even restless enough to go buy food. but no, that would require some intense feelings of despiracy, which she refused to ever quite embrace. there had to be something else she could do, something outside where she could just enjoy herself? preferably with little people. and then it hit her, so obvious she felt like a fool for not considering it before.

…the beach. i mean, wasn't that valkyrie's main selling point? wasn't that the last thing in this whole damn town that still had some loveliness about it? hell yeah. syl hadn't even been down to the beach yet, for some godforsaken reason she couldn't quite fathom, and now seemed like the perfect opportunity to get her ass down there. their temporary living situation wasn't far from the waters, maybe a few blocks, so she could just walk. her float plane was stationed out at the docks, so she would have to go by and get her board. she hadn't gone surfing in ages, considering las vegas was stationed in the middle of a dirty desert, so she began to crave the waves as soon as she'd thought of the idea. syl rivers wasn't a fan of many things. she hated a lot of situations, a lot of items, a lot of people, a lot of animals. she just had never really been the most optimistically based being on the planet. then there were very few things she liked, well, very few thins that mattered. she loved flying, she loved hacking into systems, breaking through firewalls, she loved her sister, she loved scamming people... but that was basically the extent of that. the most normal hobby she adored? well, that would probably be surfing. she'd always had this soft spot for the ocean, the water. she loved it, she loved she techniques, the skill, the cold water, the warm sun. she was going to enjoy herself.

…she got ready quickly, throwing on the first bikini she found suffocating in her packed suitcase. she then threw a cowboy hat over her platinum locks of hair, just for kicks really. it was early afternoon at this point, so she figured she may as well leave. there wasn't anything she had to take care of prior to her private afternoon. she left the building, a hobo bag slung over her shoulder with her lap top, cell phone, chapstick, and some cash in it. she liked to travel light, well, sort of. she had the keys to the float plane in her hands, fingering the rings as she walked. it didn't take as long as she thought it would to get down to the boardwalk, and then she just followed it down into the network of docks that were permanently residing there. her plane was where she left it. it was kind of astonishing that she hadn't checked on it since they arrived. she loved that thing to pieces. syl trotted down to it, shamelessly sporting the fact that she wasn't wearing anything over her bathing suit. she was sure other people did it anyway. she wasn't shooting to be a trend-setter here. only a few men were working at the moment, some of them eyeing her inconspicuously, acting as though they were working in innocence. yeah the fuck right, bitches. they were criminals, or at least some of them were. working for some crime lord or corrupted official. she wasn't a stranger to these waters.

…ignoring the peering eyes, she made her way out to the spot she'd rented to keep the plane. she unlocked the doors, and hopped into it, careful to make sure her bag didn't slip into the water. it was kind of cluttered inside, and she was surprised to recall exactly how much junk her and joey had in their possession. she shrugged, spotting the board, which was really her only concern for the moment. she grabbed the handle of the case it was in tightly, yanking it forward. it took some effort to retrieve it, but finally she pulled it up to the front, removing it from the bag. it was sleek as ever, jet black with blue hawaiian print and double white lines down the center. she kissed it, "hey baby, nice seeing you again," she murmured, proceeding to pull it out of the plane and prop it up against the side. stupidly, she'd waited until now to inspect the waters, and was disappointed to see they were really quite calm, barely a wave for miles. "fuck." she snapped, glaring at the sky. there were some clouds in the distance, and only a soft breeze, so if she was lucky the sun would stay out the rest of the day and hopefully the overcast in the distance wouldn't block it out, but knowing her luck.... well, either way. she grumbled grudgingly at mother nature, climbing to the top of the plane and sitting herself down on top of it, right in the center. she pulled out her laptop, and put on some sun glasses to make it easier to see.

…it was probably an odd sight: a girl sitting on a plane, a laptop in her possession and a surfboard propped up against the side. most people didn't have planes. not a ton of girls surfed, though it wasn't uncommon. and there definitely weren't a ton of people who came to the beach all prepared to just tamper with their computers. or at least syl didn't think so, and if there were a ton of people exactly like her in valkyrie, well then her and joey were going to have to get the fuck out as soon as possible because there was no way she was down with dealing with a thousand other sylvia rivers. that seemed immensely unlikely though, so she pushed the silly thought out of her head, deciding to check up on bella's business and the status of some customers they'd had and how their frauds were being taken throughout the system. she'd also check on liam in a bit, but she didn't much like to think of that, so she'd put it off until last minute. hopefully the ocean would get a little more roudy in the next hour or so, then maybe she could ditch the technology for a bit.

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[ash]

she no longer got hangovers. that was part of the joy of basically being a drug addict, you got used to all of the feelings to the point where you never felt them anymore. of course, this side effect also meant you had to up your dosage on a regular basis to continue feeling anything from the drugs also, but that was a mild complication - or not one at all when you actually enjoyed it. sitting up on the dirty bed beside a guy she didn't know but had fucked all night long, ash blinked her eyes lackadaisically and wiped a hand over her face, her body tired from the long night and the drugs leaving her system. sometimes, she liked to sober up just so she could fall right back into it all over again, and she figured she'd start one of those circles now.

standing from the bed which creaked as if in pain, causing her consort to grunt and turn his head away from the light which was making its way in through the cheap curtains slung over the window, she walked across the room to where pieces of her clothing were strewn recklessly all over. she'd slept in nothing, it was a waste of time to put clothes back on before she really needed them as far as she was concerned, so she grabbed her underwear first and pulled them up over her slender, lean legs. she hadn't bothered wearing a bra out the night before - a bra was an extra undergarment that wasted time when trying to undress quickly, and her rack wasn't big enough that it mattered if she wore one anyway - so she pulled on her shirt and hiked her pants on and she was ready to go. now if she could find her damn shoes. glancing toward the door, she found them thrown carelessly to the side not far away from the entrance, and she slipped on the ballet flats before gathering her purse and soundlessly leaving the room. already she couldn't remember the guy's name, and she knew he wouldn't miss her anymore than she would miss him, so she didn't bother with pleasantries as she glided away down the hallway and back to her 'normal' life.

but what was normal anyway? ashtyn valas had grown up as a sex slave in the ukraine, never really knowing her family or having a normal childhood. she'd never despised her existence though - what was the use in hating oneself for the life they'd been given? - and she'd grown to be good at it. she'd been the best when prokhor, her twisted father figure and owner, had released her for some reason she still couldn't fathom. in her twisted mind, she felt as if she'd done something wrong and she was being punished, but she'd been well provided for before he'd deserted her. she had a bank account loaded with cash, set up so she could only withdraw certain amounts at the time so she couldn't go completely bankrupt in two weeks, as would happen if she had the freedom. true, she was as reckless with her money as she was with her body and her health. she was nineteen, why live like an eighty year old?

as she exited the cheap beachfront motel, she squinted into the sun and decided she was hungry. famished was more like it. down the street, past the rollerbladers and joggers, she noticed a hot dog stand and decided that was good enough. she always liked a good hot dog. quickly, she crossed the street, watching the waves hitting the shore, and arrived at the stand where she bought two hot dogs piled with onions and relish and plenty of mustard and ketchup. she'd finish them in no time, but she didn't care. she had enough cash to get more if she was really that hungry later. as she munched on her breakfast in the middle of the afternoon, she wandered down to the beach and walked lightly in the shallows. she got the sudden urge to go swimming or at least to get nice and wet. that was her way. she was adventurous and had a short attention span at times.

stuffing the last of her second hot dog into her mouth, she wiped her hands on her skinny jeans and hastened to a nearby beach shop which sold bathing suits and other beach paraphenalia. spotting a white bikini on the first rack, she didn't bother looking at the price tag, and grabbed it up and bought it for eighty bucks. she didn't care about the price, she just wanted to go swimming. maybe she'd meet some hunky surfer dude who'd take her to dinner and back to his place later where she could corrupt him. that would be fun, she decided. entering the bathroom in the small shop, she changed into the bathing suit and balled up her clothes, carrying them out with her, not dazed by the stares she received. her body was perfect, at least to the eyes of most men, and she was used to being stared at. it didn't bother her, and she wasn't vain about her image. she knew she had flaws, but she enjoyed the attention.

back out on the beach, she dropped her clothes in a pile and skipped into the water, flinging sand up all around as she ran like a child on vacation. the water welcomed her with cool fingers as she raced into the waves and dove in, her breath instantly taken away by the chill. she swam powerfully beneath the surface for several yards, enjoying the quiet darkness of the ocean. but she didn't like being too alone for too long, so she pushed to the surface and emerged with a gasp of air and a chuckle to herself. pushing her dark hair out of her eyes, she blinked and looked around, realizing she'd emerged near a floating plane where a girl perhaps near to her own age sat on her laptop. now that was a unique sight, and she was intrigued.

"get good service on the water?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and smiling at the girl. her face was hardened from many hours of frowning, and she would have been turned away if she was any other person. but ash was not a normal person. this lone laptop user interested her, even if only for the timebeing.

[sylvia ashton rivers]

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…it was particularly irritating, to be the best in las vegas, always having a place to be or a person to screw over, and then to move to this ravaged little beachside town where nothing of imminent interest ever happened. then again, sylvia rivers was never exactly somebody who the masses would consider the patient type. in fact, she was over-active when it came to her lifestyle. why else would she and her sister move around more often than necessary? it wasn't like syl had adored vegas, either. she wantd to leave the moment she stumbled into the blistering heat, but the plethora of opportunities business wise kept her tied down to the desert sand of sin city, and it really had been the longest stay her and joey had stayed in one place since bombay. syl hated staying in one place for too long. it made her uneasy, and like vegas, people began to recognize you, and business became bad. it was like a blessing in disguise, though she really didn't dig the whole "people know me" thing. it made her uneasy when other knew her face when she'd never paid a second glance to their own. she had no memory of people. it was nice to be in valkyrie, where the only reason anybody gave her any attention for long than a few moments was because of her exceptional beauty, or maybe the fact that she was sometimes a total psycho in public.

…valkyrie was fine though, aside from all the people. people tended to suck in general, though. she was actually in a fairly decent mood about it, though. when she and her sister had first decided on valkyrie, syl was a little reluctant. really reluctant, actually. some quaint little city that just underwent one of the worst earthquakes ever on the california coastline? it didn't sound all too appealing, but at least there was an ocean, and that was what primarly convinced syl that moving all the way there wouldn't be such a bad thing, even though it seemed a little on the small side for her liking. once they'd arrived, syl was actually surprised with the decency of the view, and the perfectly crested waves that would cascade over the silvery sand. syl had seen some of the best surf spots in the world throughout her travels and while valkyrie didn't even compete in the top ten, it was still pretty nice. their living arrangement was fairly approvable as well. they'd landed a suite at the inferno, which was by far the highest end place in the town, and syl had so graciously gotten a little discount on their monthly rent, or payment, whatever the hell they called it. the best part was that if she really wanted to, she never had to leave. there was a restaurant, a pool, a bar and a casino. that was all she really needed for survival. the beach was just an extra perk. it was all about location, anyway, or so the real estate people tended to preach as religiously as a catholic priest.

…the elder rivers sister had never been the more sociable one. she wasn't friendly, or outgoing. at least not in the way that she went diddle daddling about with her finger up her nose looking to make new friends. that was stupid. syl preferred to keep to herself other than when she would feel the rare urge to be a complete, utter, and unnecessary bitch to some pour, unfortunate soul. she wasn't exactly the most likable person around, and she never had been, though she seemed to have gotten along better with the people of india, but maybe that was because it happened prior to the brutal slaughtering of her family. regardless of the reasons, when syl had exitted her pretty little suite to come retrieve her exquisite board and give a little hello to her sturdy plane, she wasn't looking for a nice, friendly broad to keep her company. if she'd really been feeling lonely she would have dragged along joey, or maybe bella. strangers, however, had never really been her cup of tea, and that wasn't about to start today. the silence of her day was much needed, and much desired. it wasn't exactly that she was seeking out a policy of isolationism, she'd probably go get wasted off her ass and mingle with the commoners later in the evening, but right now she was one hundred percent sober, and that left her feeling... well, herself.

…syl was in a better mood than usual, though. a more tolerable one. she was anticipating some bad weather, but she wasn't going to let it "rain on her parade." hah, see what she was doing there? plus, she was a firm believer in the saying when life gives you lemons, paint that shit gold, so she would most definitely be surfing no matter what happened. she'd always been spunky and determined, and once she set her mind on surfing, god damn it she was going to surf. not to mention bad weather always made the water significantly more roudy, and that meant better waves, which then meant better surfing. at the moment, the water was practically dead, totally lifeless, sitting calmly with only a few miniscule waves every so often. syl wasn't paying much attention at this point, however, her icy gaze trained on the screen of her laptop. it seemed all her latest business was working smoothly, and she could also see the brazilians hadn't posted more tabs on isabella, which she felt obligated to check up on for one of the few friends she had, despite her icy disposition. now it was time to check the web for liam. she searched his name, any formal news on him, and all the aliases she knew that he went by. it made her sick to think of him, the bastard. she was tracking a credit card he had been using, and found it linked up in las vegas. her heard nearly jumped out of her mouth. upon further research, however, she discovered that he had bought a plane ticket to london with a stop in new york city. the ticket indeed had his name on it, or his most common alias. it was him, and he was moving farther away from them. she also discovered the police apparently had some tabs on him, which was probably the reason for him fleeing the country. good.

…a voice startled her, however, and she slammed the lap top shut, glaring down at the owner of the voice. it was just a girl, in the water, and she looked royally fucked up. "you stupid sea harpie, how does that even make sense?" she scowled at the stranger, hopping off the roof of the plane, and back inside of it from the opposite door of where the girl was. she slid her laptop into the backseat again with all its clutter, hoping she'd remember to take it home. taking a few deep breaths, she allowed the fury that had suddenly hit her to be partially cleansed from her system. so much for that "better mood than usual" bit. she made her way to the door facing the open ocean, and pushed it open. the girl was still there, "the name's rivers," she muttered, climbing out onto one of the planes rafters, sitting down, and dipping her feet into the water, "and may i be so graciously blessed with the name of my interrupter?" her gaze was cold, but more open than usual. at least the chick was attractive and she wasn't stuck talking to some ugly bitch. then she would have to endure stupidity and an atrociously hideous face.

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