[ No mark on her neck will make her act any different. Drizella hates the tattoo given and the treatment it subjects her to, but that doesn't stop her from keeping her head held high as she boards the train.
So to speak.
She's actually very invested in the phone-like device they'd equipped her with, so even as she walks to a vacant spot, she's only half paying attention. She does look up from the device as someone sits next to her- only to offer them a very strained sort of smile and turn right back to it.
Yes, she's new in town. But that doesn't mean she doesn't have very important things to attend to on the network: like doing diligent research on who's here. ]
Let me know if I miss anything really interesting on this tour of hell?
[ It's not a request, even though she's phrased it as one... and even though the line down her throat means she's in no position to be making demands. ]
ASK ME ABOUT X
[ The least they could do is offer something vaguely fashionable if they were going to air out all the participant's dirty little secrets.
Ask me about my mother's plan to kill me
It's honestly just best if she ignores what the shirt says with an attempt to cover it up with the provided clip board. If it bothers her to have that out in the open, however, she doesn't let it show. Lips pressed together, she walks around the room slowly, apparently not bothered at all that the shirt just barely reaches the top of her thighs. She sips on one of the provided beverages, her eyebrow raised as she reads the shirts and contemplates what she actually cares about hearing. She stops and fixes her target with only a slight smirk as she gestures to their shirt. ]
Tell me more.
THE LONG WAY AROUND
[ No one's warned her. Why should they? It's not as though she's gone around and tried to make friends. She doesn't need that sort of crutch here- or so she tells herself at least. It might be nice to have a familiar face around- Henry's in particular.
But she doesn't let herself think about that too long.
Shopping isn't calming- not as a 'submissive' in their system. She's questioned more than she's helped, and she doesn't have the comforts of her credit cards from home. She hears the call of the salesperson before she realizes that she's walking directly towards them. A lengthy, flowery description of the strawberry vanilla scent that they absolutely adore. Drizella wrinkles her nose at the description, but before she's even able to decline a sample of it, they're already spritzing her with it. ]
Woah. Hey.
[ She stops and holds up her free hand, her brow furrowing as she tries to push away the sudden feeling that she needs to be touching someone. ]
Do. Not. Spray me without my consent. If I have an allergic reaction, I won't hesitate to sue you for every penny you have.
[ Yeah.
This would go over only marginally better if she weren't classified a Submissive. ]
WILDCARD
[ The sky's the limit. Have an idea you want to toss my way, go for it! Drizz isn't spending much time in the Down, but when she is, it's at the park to try and grow plants to make it at least a tenth as nice as North Park. In the Up, she doesn't give a hoot about societal norms or sub expectations.... so chances are she's getting in trouble.
Drizella Tremaine / Ivy Belfrey | OUaT | Submissive
[ No mark on her neck will make her act any different. Drizella hates the tattoo given and the treatment it subjects her to, but that doesn't stop her from keeping her head held high as she boards the train.
So to speak.
She's actually very invested in the phone-like device they'd equipped her with, so even as she walks to a vacant spot, she's only half paying attention. She does look up from the device as someone sits next to her- only to offer them a very strained sort of smile and turn right back to it.
Yes, she's new in town. But that doesn't mean she doesn't have very important things to attend to on the network: like doing diligent research on who's here. ]
Let me know if I miss anything really interesting on this tour of hell?
[ It's not a request, even though she's phrased it as one... and even though the line down her throat means she's in no position to be making demands. ]
ASK ME ABOUT X
[ The least they could do is offer something vaguely fashionable if they were going to air out all the participant's dirty little secrets.
Ask me about my mother's plan to kill me
It's honestly just best if she ignores what the shirt says with an attempt to cover it up with the provided clip board. If it bothers her to have that out in the open, however, she doesn't let it show. Lips pressed together, she walks around the room slowly, apparently not bothered at all that the shirt just barely reaches the top of her thighs. She sips on one of the provided beverages, her eyebrow raised as she reads the shirts and contemplates what she actually cares about hearing. She stops and fixes her target with only a slight smirk as she gestures to their shirt. ]
Tell me more.
THE LONG WAY AROUND
[ No one's warned her. Why should they? It's not as though she's gone around and tried to make friends. She doesn't need that sort of crutch here- or so she tells herself at least. It might be nice to have a familiar face around- Henry's in particular.
But she doesn't let herself think about that too long.
Shopping isn't calming- not as a 'submissive' in their system. She's questioned more than she's helped, and she doesn't have the comforts of her credit cards from home. She hears the call of the salesperson before she realizes that she's walking directly towards them. A lengthy, flowery description of the strawberry vanilla scent that they absolutely adore. Drizella wrinkles her nose at the description, but before she's even able to decline a sample of it, they're already spritzing her with it. ]
Woah. Hey.
[ She stops and holds up her free hand, her brow furrowing as she tries to push away the sudden feeling that she needs to be touching someone. ]
Do. Not. Spray me without my consent. If I have an allergic reaction, I won't hesitate to sue you for every penny you have.
[ Yeah.
This would go over only marginally better if she weren't classified a Submissive. ]
WILDCARD
[ The sky's the limit. Have an idea you want to toss my way, go for it! Drizz isn't spending much time in the Down, but when she is, it's at the park to try and grow plants to make it at least a tenth as nice as North Park. In the Up, she doesn't give a hoot about societal norms or sub expectations.... so chances are she's getting in trouble.
Will match style if you prefer prose. :D
Shippy/Smutty ota~ ]