you can't make homes out of human beings; someone should have told you that.

[norea]

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik and anyone who feels like it
What: The nightlife goes on.
Where: The Vault.
When: Evening.
Notes: Hasi will do some aerial silk work during her act! AERIAL SILKS ARE COOL.
Warnings: The ratings are appropriate to the location, let's say.

As her star rises in Baedal's society pages--fashioning herself the actress, the scandal, the girl with the golden eyes you'd never leave alone with your husband but love to see onscreen--so does the anxiety in Hasibe's employer at the Vault. She doesn't want to lose one of her best girls, her so-called 'black diamond', and although Hasibe has reassured her she doesn't plan to go, she did, originally. But now Mitchell is gone, and so is Bruce, and her plans have reconfigured only because places like these, places where women dance and drink and entertain, are her homeland. She feels safe here, and she's never alone. Sometimes she even brings Huan into her dressing room, because she doesn't want him to feel alone, either--this isn't really a problem, but she projects feelings onto her dog, occasionally, and he tolerates it.

She smiles, and makes her way through all of the various dens of sin at her disposal, looking for unfamiliar faces, or familiar faces, or really, anyone who catches her interest. Being forward has never been her problem. It would take a truly superb level of observational skill to sense there are any cracks whatsoever in her guile and charm, and even then, only at various moments where she's carelessly machinating a few chaotic moments with clientele simply because she can. That isn't characteristic Hasibe behavior, but she's looking for something right now.

As for what that is...she'll know it when she sees it.

Comments

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan has noticed that Mitchell went home; they didn't talk often, but after Daniil's repeat disappearing act, Ivan thought to check and see who else was still on the Network. It would be disingenuous to pretend he missed Mitchell as such, but he had bee someone familiar. It's not as if Ivan is regularly chatting with Hal.

And, with Mitchell gone, he did think of Hasibe. He usually kept his distance from Idle's friends for a variety of reasons, but Hasibe struck him as a woman who could take care of herself. As a woman who survives. It interests him.

Besides, he's out wandering, and he tries not to go straight back to Ilde when he's flush with too-recent feeding. He looks almost alive, in these moments - almost - and he's sure she's noticed as it is. He doesn't see the need to flaunt it.

Admission is free for his cohort tonight, so he ducks in and finds himself a place to sit and watch. If he'd remember to pretend to breathe, he might be less unnerving. At least it's too dark for anyone not notice the small fleck of blood on his collar, like telltale lipstick, unless they're very close indeed.