Survival Of The Fittest

Lavender felt like she was in one of those cheesey movies where the camera starts to tilt like the hands of a clock. Her mind swirled like ambience, her face twitching gently as she stared at Darcy's face. That look... That I'm sorry I can't tell you look...because I'm such a good friend. Such a bet-ter friend than you, Lavender. No fair. That wasn't fair at all! Lav's hands tightened to fists. Lavender had been Mariavel's friend since the beginning. Since they were kids! She knew all the secrets. Every last one, Lavvy knew everything. She was the best friend. She had to know. Why did this girl know something that she didn't? Why Darcy? God, God, God, expletives! That's it. That was the last straw.

"Darcy, Darcy, Darcy..." Lavvy smiled goofily. "I don't think words can describe how I truly feel about you. Just looking at you fills me up with something so inexplicably incredible. You're really...wow." The smile turned into a sly smirk as her speech progressed. "You don't know what I want to do to you. You're completely oblivious, aren't you? Every look I throw your way, you somehow manage to ignore me." Beat. "Unless, of course, you've known all along. And if you haven't, let me show you.

She got up off of the bench and stepped closer to Darcy. Closer, closer, close enough to breathe on her face. And, to confirm this, Lavvy let out a big sigh, blowing air on the other girl.

Whisper, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this."

One hand went for Darcy's stomach to shove her against the dressing room wall. Her other hand reached back to smack a bitch!

Mariavel listened intently to the conversation inside. It wasn't that she didn't want lavvy to know. She didn't get a chance to bring it up yet! Darcy was oblivious! Lavvy was getting WAY to jealous... did she have to chose? She ignored the girl who walked over and continued to listen, but opened the door at the start of a fight, an caught Lav's hand before she could smack Darce.

"Lavvy... no, don't." she looked at her with pleading eyes. "I didn't get a chance to tell you yet... I'm sorry. Please... don't make me chose between friends..."

Redheads are fiery. Well, that much is certainly true. Nearly two hours in the same shop and no vacant dressing rooms puts a damper on a mood, and add that to the fact that two girls had gone into a dressing room together, Annabelle was agitated. Her feet hurt in the boots she was wearing, and although the sun was overbearing, it was much better than being stuck in the store where dressing rooms never open. Minutes passed by without any change, although it seemed that everytime someone left a dressing room someone with super speed raped the air to get to it.

To keep herself occupied, Annabelle looked around at the other people in the store. There were a couple of people she recognized, vaguely recalling their faces at some random meeting during school hours. The ones she didn't were rather clean cut and wore very fashionable clothing. Of course, they were way too perfect. So they must be some sort of hooker. Saving the best, or possibly worst, for last, Annabelle peered at the place where the trio of girls had been. The same girl who had appeared to be unaware of the tension now seemed to be listening intently to the happenings of the dressing room. 'Wow. Are they like, lesbians? Not that I have a problem, but in a store's dressing room of all places?'

The curly haired girl certainly wasn't angry at the girls specifically, just with the idiocy of never-vacant rooms for changing. So, with that, Annabelle walked over. The single girl seemed to be ignoring her presence, when all of a sudden opened up the door to the dressing room to find one of the two about to slap the other. The girls talked a bit before Annabelle was fed up with them. "Not to be rude, but can you guys please move out of the way? I've been standing here forever waiting for a free room." the girl said, her eyes closing as she did so. "Again, as far as I see, you haven't been changing at all, and if you girls like some sort of kinky slapping stuff then that's great, but save it for somewhere private." the redhead finished, awaiting the inevitable bitchy response. 'This is why the Plaza isn't my favorite place to go. Thrift stores are better anyway.'

Relax... And she did, sending apologetic looks between Darcy and Mariavel. Some people had stopped tending to their tasks, whatever they may be, to stare. Lavender hadn't meant to go as far as to embarass all three of them. That stupid green eyed monster inside of her decided to show its face and claw, that's all. It was a problem she had been struggling with all of her life, ever since some gradeschool accidents. She was either way too obsessive, or just a great friend, she wasn't sure, so she was working on both categories seperately. There really wasn't anything to say about what she was about to do. No explanation needed, Lav had meant to hurt Darcy badly.

"Don't bother with it, I'm okay." And yet, Lavender didn't have one sense to apologize to Darcy. The apology was all centered on Mariavel. "Don't choose between us. You can have all the friends you want, I understand."

Interruption. Some redhead girl, close of the eyes, snide remark, burning fire; all with a dash of overexagerration. Everyone else had turned their backs to them once more, deciding that the conflict was over when it was just beginning. And, using all the negative energy she still had left in her, Lavender walked a little to close the distance between, then in one swift movement tried to do what she was going to do to Darcy. Let's hear hand hit cheek, shall we?

What the hell? Darcy could not beleive the words that poured from lavender's mouth. She she had her quirks, she could tell something was up with her but never had she mimagined it was against her. True, Lavender did notice some things when she talked to her. Thank God Mariavel came in time or she would've gotten a mouthful of dressing room wall.

To make matters worse this red head thought that she was a lesbian? A Lesbian! Darcy can handle some things but this, this was just rude. However she did understand where she was coming from; Lavender and Darcy were in a small dressing room togeather. The cheerleaders mouth kept open in shock as the conversation between Anabelle, Lavender and mariavel escaleted. Oh hell no.... Darcy was a nice person, and she wouldn't get in fights unless she had to. But this was just sick, Lavender acting all sweet when she really hated her all along? If she had a problem she just should've told her, wanting to hit someone is not resonable. No matter what the excuse.

Lavender had ingited a spark, Darcy finished things and she wasn't about to have lavender about to hit her and not do anything about it. Lavender was about to learn what happens when you mess with a member of the Bloody Fists. Closing her mouth and hate filling her head she immediatly just ran and slamed her self onto Lavender knocking her to the floor. Darcy then started the punching. Girls slapped, Bloody Fists punched.

First, a view of that redhead's face, next, a lovely floor scene. She hardly had time to groan about the new bruise before a fist slammed into her mouth. Her lip split, a whoosh! of blood coming out of her when Darcy got a second hit in the same place. Then, with a punch to the throat, Lav was wheezing and kicking like a baby with the ultimate tantrum. As soon as the air was back in her lungs, though, she reached up for Darce's face, trying to shove her offa her.

Obviously, one of the girls, the "sluttier" of the three had been really pissed off by Annabelle's sarcastic assumptions and began trading insults with her. Annabelle certainly wasn't a stranger to violence, seeing it nearly every day of the week, but it was certainly different in her position. She knew the girl meant to go after her, so instead of simply apologizing, the redheaded femme brought up her fists to prepare for the onslaught of fists coming in the near future.

Just when the brunette, "slut girl" had prepared to knock the crap out of Annabelle, there was a flash of blonde hair, and it registered that the two idiot girls had begun to fight in Annabelle's stead. 'Gang girls. I knew it. Wait, what am I thinking? Two seconds ago I was about to do the same thing...' Annabelle thought, her suspicions confirmed by their brash, barbaric actions, but she chided her lowering her own standards to that of a gang girl.

The fight had begun when blonde girl knocked the slut to the floor and punched open her lip, before it escalated to a major point. In all actuality, the taller girl was simply going to let the two be and go inside the dressing room, but decided against it when the prime attacker began to do some heavy damage. It seemed as if the blonde were kind of protecting her, but maybe it was simply something that she hadn't seen. The third of the trio looked on in horror as their fight became bloodier and bloodier.

Finally, Annabelle felt she should step in. Attempting to force herself in between the two girls on the floor proved to be a bad idea, and the redhead soon found herself in between two predatory lionesses, eyeing their prey and the obstacle preventing their hunt. At that moment, Annabelle thought the same thing that must have been a last resort little prayer. 'Oh.... shit....'

Mariavel watched in horror at the events unfolding before her. Darcy had just attacked Lav. That idiot Red-head was trying to stop the fight. She was just standing there.... doing nothing.... She pushed the red-head out of the way and pulled darcy off of Lavender. For a girl, she was pretty strong. After succesfully getting darcy off she started screaming at the two girls.

"Stop! Stop this! What the hell are you two thinking?! Goddamn it! This is so funking stupid! I cant handle this shit!" She ran out of the store. Outside she made her way to the Restrooms and cryed. She didn't mean to yell like that... she didn't...

Suddenly, instead of one of the bloodthirsty femmes to the left and right of her, Annabelle was tossed aside by the leftover girl, Mariavel, if she had heard correctly in all of the yelling. Shit. This wasn't what was expected, but instead of bruises all she had gotten hurt was her dignity... and by dignity, her behind. Then the girl had broken the two girls up, and before anyone could say anything, she had taken off in tears. Wow. This was definitely high school drama, the freshman had decided. Of course, middle school was worse, just on a different level. Less fight, more whine and cry. For all of her tallness and developed features, Annabelle suddenly felt very uncomfortable with these girls. What she gained in the rest of the areas, she lacked in breasts. In fact, she wasn't sure if she even counted as a size. Luckily, there were padded bras, and the girl had been sure to purchase a couple before getting to the school. This seemed to have solved the issue, but the redhead felt vulnerable around the endowed, as if she truly lacked something important.

That aside, the girl was terrified of the two in front of her, who stood flabberghasted. To Annabelle, it was certainly no surprise. When Mariavel or whatever her name was pushed the girl away, for a few seconds she had been in shock at the strength of her attacker/defender, whichever way you were to look at it. It was becoming old fast when she couldn't do anything without some sort of trouble, so instead of waiting around for the two to fight with her, she quickly locked herself into the now-vacant dressing room, changing her top to the cute chocolate colored one in her hand. Purses were of little concern to her, so she carried a wallet in her pocket instead of lugging a black hole of make-up and fourty changes of clothes. The girl finished her changing, and, finding that the top fit her perfectly(with the bra), changed back into her outfit, unlocked and opened the door of the room, praying that her almost assaulters were gone.

((Sorry for no responding in awhile i was on vacation))

Darcy had been taken off of Lavender before she managed to punch her again and stood there brushing her hair out of her face. The red head had just been in the way trying to break it up however Mariavel had intervened and threw her out of the fight.  She looked at the floor and then to Lavender who was bleeding by the lip; Darcy took satisfaction for busting that big mouth of hers but a little disappointed that it had to come to this. With Lavender nonetheless. The cheerleader then realized Mariavel had gone into hysterics and ran out of the store. This was all her fault, Lavender who just decided it would be a great day to threaten her.

Great. She was bleeding. Lavvy hadn't expected all of that to happen, really. One thing had lead to another, that's all. She hadn't expected Mariavel to become involved. That was entirely uncalled for, but atleast Darcy and that other girl were away from her. Red had retreated into the changing room, good call, Mariavel had flubbered off somewhere, and the source of all the problems that had arised was still there. Why couldn't she have just taken a hint and gone away? Easily, Darcy could've thought of some excuse to leave the store before this had started. Maybe Lavender should've clocked her in the head with that broom handle.

Man, her lip stung. Her face and stomach, too. Darcy and Mariavel didn't look the part of strong thugettes, but they were, especially Darce, ow. It hurt to get off of the floor, every movement agitating her new bruises. Someone's fist, Red's or Darce's, had hit Lavvy square in the head, dizzying her. She leaned against a rack of clothes for support, glancing quickly over at a cashier. The phone was poised in his hand, ready to call security if the fight should escalate again. It wouldn't, not here in such a public setting, unless, of course, a certain somebody decided to provoke her again. Lav waved, smiled weakly, then the phone was put back into its place.

"Darcy, you suck." Lavender ran her tongue over the split part of her mouth. Getting enough blood to mix with her saliva, she spat at the ground near her, like a boxer after an intense match. "Go die in a suckpile of your own suckiness, you sucky sucky suck thing." With another spit of pinkish blood-spit mix, she was gone, off to the bathroom for a mirror.

The restrooms seemed pretty much empty, save for some weirdo sobbing in one of the stalls. Jeez, go have your pity party elsewhere, ho. Lav looked closely at where she had been hit, seeing a nasty mark on her forehead. Further down, her upperlip wouldn't stop streaming red. Disgusting. She needed some ice, or something. No, no, what she really needed was a break. Her head was pounding, her vision was hazing, and, oh my God, would that idiot in the stall freaking stop crying?!!

"Shut the frick up!" Lavender kicked the stall door hard, jarring her leg and hurting herself again. "Ow, gosh darn it! You're getting on my nerves, you big baby." Funny how she didn't recognize the crying, at all. She returned to looking at her face in the mirror, trying to stop the bleeding.

Reneé Valenti savored free time, though in her case, her freedom was certainly not free. Thanks to this crazy show that had eaten up all major TV networks - including the one Lady Valentine was on -, and partly due to a little loophole in her contract, her producers had taken the liberty of filling up her afterschool schedule with filming the show, to get it all done ahead of schedule. Her director Clifford Lane had especially found the opportunity to try to get closer to his budding young star, budding in both senses of the word to him. Thankfully for her, rebuffing him the way she liked to was not in violation of any written contract.

Parkway Shopping Plaza, she secretly admitted to herself, was actually a more refreshing alternative to the bustle of the Central Mall despite the fact that it didn't seem nearly as glitzy. At least she could get away from the strike squads of Lady Valentine's fangirls and those assorted fangays (whom she considered just as annoying as the former). That does not stop her from trying to look considerably fashionable, though she doesn't apply nearly as much makeup or lipstick as her fashionista counterparts. Maybe that's just a little Rita Valentine rubbing off on her.

The redhead (yes, she is) strolls into the restroom, a small bag with some higher-priced but well-deserved items of clothing in hand. Once inside she sees some chick that looked like her boyfriend dumped her with extreme prejudice, and hears even more despair coming from one of the stalls.

Okay, they're not fangirls, but you never know...

Reneé decides to play it safe, and heads to a sink just beside the bloodied girl. She then casts a concerned but far from nosy glance at her, before looking in the mirror to check for albeit minor blemishes of her own.

Darcy shook her head. Lavender was now gone and mariavel had flown into a mess of tears. Nobody left was in sight, the red headed girl had locked herself in one of the changing rooms. After straightening her hair and ignoring the looks she was getting she knocked on the dressing room door. "Hey are you alright?" were the first words that came out of her mouth. She was fully aware the red head had indeed tried to help her in stopping the fighting but she only got in the way and as a result thrown out of the way.

Obviously she was frightened, so Darcy decided that it was best to see if she was suffering any trauma damage. "Sorry about what happened, friendshi problems." is what she stated hoping this was a good enough answer to make red come out. Darcy didn't have a real plan, she didn't want to create a scandal at the mall by pursuing Lavender. And as for Mariavel, she obviously needed her space now that her two best friends started fighting. And that left Darcy and red here in the store.

The kick shook her stall and only forced more tears out. She couldn't handle this. She just wanted to spend some time with her best friend. Nothing More, nothing less. Now she had to deal with the fact that Darcy and Lavvy hated eachother. And she had to deal with this asshole hitting her stall.... this asshole that sounded like Lavvy... OH MY GOD!

Mariavel opened her stall door and saw Lavender by the sinks. She quickly wiped her eyes. In almost a whisper she said, "Lav?"

There was something oddly familiar about the girl next to her. Something about her face, or maybe the red hair was clouding up her judgement. After that incident with the other redhead back at the store, Lavender's opinion of girls of that hair type was lowering drastically. Blegh. She was going to strike up a conversation of some sort, ask her if she came into the Plaza often, but the sound of the stall door opening interrupted that.

Lav turned around at the mention of her name, jumping slightly when she realized that that crybaby in the stalls had been Mariavel that whole time. Oh, no, whoopsie. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to clean herself up better. The pressure caused a squirt of crimson to come out, which she was able to catch with her hands.

"Mariavel," She turned on the sink, washed the blood off of her hands, dried them clean with a papertowel, then faced her best friend again. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of that!" She leapt theatrically, getting closer to her friend, and pulled her into a big hug. Somewhere, off in her mind, she wondered amusedly what that other girl must've thought about all of this. Probably nothing, hopefully she was minding her own business and just letting Lavvy and Marie hug.