Loopy on the Loose [Open]

[poss]

For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder

Here we go loopty loo.. here we go loop--- Anastasia stumbled down the steps from her apartment, grabbing a firm hold on the railing and managing to keep her head off of the ground as she giggled softly to herself. Leaning against the heavy exit door out the back of the building, she pushed it open, bring her in to the back alley under a flickering 'Exit Only' sign in a neon red. The world spun around her, standing in the outfit she had chosen for the night. Stars were a milky wash of dazzling white, as were headlights and street signs as they reflected the light of passing vehicles. A soft hum of the engines as they moved by caught her attention, and as she turned to look both ways before crossing the road, the street wrapped around her like water as the tide moved in. She was already in the center of it- and a man was honking his horn at her as she walked with a tipsy sway to the other sidewalk. Shaking her head, still giggling softly under her breath to herself, the pain of the week earlier gunshot wound was forgotten. Everything was forgotten.

Anastasia had a party at her apartment tonight- trying to mingle, and meet new people in the city that she had come to only two weeks ago. As a police officer, under corver and working on the street at odd hours of the night, she needed to learn valuable information by word of mouth. Rumors, lies, rants and the conversations of people who went to the local clubs and pubs. Thus, she invited the strangers from every pub on this side of the city up to her apartment, and it couldn't have gone any better. Well.. the music was great, the drinks were free, and perhaps about a hundred or so people found their way. It was entertaining. Nothing even got broken. Well, except for the coffee table.. and a dozen or so glasses. Oh, and that vase she had just bought. Okay, so thing had been broken, but what a better way to forget about all the bad things than to toss back a few drinks (Ana was not a drinker, so a few was enough) and to top it off, why not add a roofie. Someone had mixed her a drink.. slipping in a nice dose of Rohypnol, or the date-rape-drug. How kind of them.

I'm alive when I'm vulnerable
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel

Wearing the 'little black evening dress' she had bought for the party, and some glossy black Stilettos to match, she almost looked like she belonged on the street corner that she so suddenly tripped over. She landed on her knees, scraping the flesh from her kneecaps and embedding gravel and debris in to the wounds. Heat rose from the damaged skin, and yet, her head still in the clouds, Anastasia laughed. Her hair fell over her face, tumbling over her shoulders in waves and casting a devious veil across her eyes. She tossed her head to the side, hoping to rid of the hair from her line of sight as she brought herself to a stand, yet the motion of her head moving and standing up at once knocked her off balance. She swayed- reaching her open palms out to the brick wall that looked closer than it was, leaning in to use it for balance only to stumble forwards, catching herself several feet from where she had started. This was going to be a long night.

Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow

Taking to the streets after dark was a thing she was used to. It was her job. No, god damnit, she wasn't a hooker, she was a police officer, working to rid the streets of gang related crimes and violence. And thus, during the day her job was to personally train those with too much money and mold their bodies in to better shape while she worked out with them for cash. Interesting. Her mind continued to spin, it had been several blocks ago since she could recall what street she was on, and even longer since she could tell what direction she was headed. There were very few people on this end of the city at night, and even fewer cars. Still high as a kite, she had not been knockedout from the drugs, but simply knocked out of her normal state of mind. The highly feminine giggle of her laughter echoed down the streets and alleys that surrounded her as she walked, the clickety clack of her heels on the concrete below accenting the chime-like sound of her amusement.

I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

[Deleted]

Alex sighed, sitting up rather abruptly in his bed. Yes for once the man was asleep.. or well until he scared himself awake. Jesus he needed to sleep for more than one or two hours, but it seemed his subconscious wasnt going to allow that tonight. Having woke with a start, he breathed in deeply. "Just a nightmare.." he murmured before standing up. The cool air of the night enveloped his body as he walked to the closet and pulled out a top, pants and a hat. Dressing himself he looked through the house. Everyone was asleep. That didn't surprise him, as he looked around his house making sure nobody that wasnt supposed to be there was inside. Yes, call the man paranoid but it was the way he was. His eyes closed and he sighed, leaning against a wall on the first floor of his house. He went into the kitchen and grabbed an apple and ate that before trashing the core of it and walking towards the door and out of his home. His steps were rather silent as he walked. He didnt want to be noticed.

Walking out of his grounds and towards the city he sighed, it was some ungodly hour of the night and here he was not tired but not awake. Stuck somewhere between the two, stuck in the middle. He sighed and smiled, stretching his body out, and he began to jog into the city. His version of a jog however was many peoples top sprints and he sighed as he continued into the city. Cars even at this hour were driving around and he smiled, it was peaceful for the most part except for the occasional car horn going off. His eyes closed and he relished the peace the city sometimes wrought the man. One would think the city is a place void of peace because of the constant cars, people and clubs all around, but the city had its own kind of peace, and everything in the city had a pulse.. had a beat. Alex used the beat of the city as he called it as the basis for many of his songs. The city Pulsed with music, life and time. Everything in the city was in harmony and therefore Alex loved this place, no matter how much trouble he caused.

Walking around brought him to a familiar face, whom was stumbling around like a drunk and looked like a hooker. Doing his absolute best to keep a straight face, and his composure intact he watched her stumble around on the sidewalk giggling like a school girl. Good thing for him as he began to laugh uncontrollably he was far enough away for her to not notice him. How many times do you see a tough cop like this woman in front of him, giggling like a school girl, stumbling along the sidewalk dressed like a hooker? Well.. not often seeing as Anastasia would probably kill him if she knew he was sitting here laughing his ass off at her as she stumbled along the sidewalk. But come on, cut him some slack, this was the funniest thing he had seen in months, maybe years. Alex finally got his composure back for the most part and then continued to walk towards her. Drunk or sober, she was bound to get in trouble. Alcohol really didn't seem like a bad idea, seeing as he could knock himself out and actually sleep if he drank enough.

"Anastasia?" he murmured with obvious amusement. He was a few feet behind her as she tumbled around. What a loopy drunk she was, her outfit looked good on her, but that wasnt his focus at the moment, what was, was the fact that she was drunk and wandering the streets at the time most creepers were outside looking for new victims. His eyes closed and he reopened them to look at the sky, oh good lord in heaven please let this end well. He sighed after the incident he hadn't talked to the woman in a while so, this would be an odd meeting for him.. and if she sobered up. Her. Then again he really didn't want to confront her sober, so hopefully the magic of the alcohol stayed with her until he was gone. Alex stretched out and walked beside her, "Do you need help Anastasia?" It looked like it the way she stumbled along like she didn't even know how to walk. He watched over her, an aura of amusement surrounded him. Drunken Anastasia was a comical sight to behold, but what kind of guardian angel would sit there and watch you stumble along and not help?

Alex.

[poss]

For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder

Well wasn't this just fun? It would seem the brick walls wanted to race her- warping at light speed as they swayed and churned in a liquid-like appeal. Anastasia was still walking, if you could call it that- randomly loosing her balance and swaying off to the side, using the wall to keep her right side up. The echoing clickety clack of her heels on the concrete was the only sound her mind was picking up, and if she didn't find something to occupy her mind soon she may break out in to song and dance and do a tap dance number. No.. I didn't say this would be pretty.

I'm alive when I'm vulnerable
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel

Laughing hysterically after amusing herself with a quick game of 'red light' then the street lights overhead flashed to signal the nonexistent drivers to stop, she halted, only to move again when it was green. Interesting how amusing such games could be.. even when you played them alone with no one there to interact with. Okay, so maybe it wasn't so much the playing of the game as a slight bit of confusion as the concrete swelled beneath her in a wave resembling a wake behind a boat on the ocean as it stayed directly beneath her. Ana tried to remain balanced, the sway of her hips not due to simple femininity as it was the complete lack of balance. If the world would just stop teetering and tipping, everything would be completely fine. What a night to decide to go for a walk.

She heard a bit of laughter behind her, and turned rather abruptly- head tilted off to the side like a curious dog wanting the owner to toss the bone. Perhaps for once.. Anastasia's facial expression was that of 'cute' Lets not mention this at a later date, shall we? She started to walk toward Alex, smirking, her entire figure taking on a whole new meaning of 'walking' as she maneuvered along, snickering under her breath along with him as if she was let in on this secret joke of his. Little did she know she was the butt of it. "Alex!" Her joyful greeting as she wrapped her arms around him in an embrace, pulling back after a few seconds and looking up at him with the same tilted expression as before. One brow raised and her lips were twisted in to a smirk. Lifting one hand, she trailed two fingers down his nose, across his lips and to his chin where they dropped off to fall back to her side. The look in her eyes was complete curiosity. "Whats so funny?" she excitedly asked, like a child wanting to be involved with the friends of an older sibling.

Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow

Before he really had time to answer, Anastasia spun in a perfected circle. Oddly, she never lost her balance- the seam of her dress reaching out in a display of the material that was rather fascinating.. well at least it was to her. "How do I look?" She asked, offering a rather sexy pose, right hand pushed up through the back of her hair, the dark tresses tumbling over her fingers for that perfect 'hot model' look she was going for. She shifted her hips, her left palm resting low on her waist and she offered him a sultry gaze, pouty lips and all. Oh boy who was this woman who had taken over Anastasia's body tonight? With that pose she offered, one foot out infront of her, knee bent, as she tilted her head to the side, letting her hand fall out of her hair. Moving to take a step toward him, grinning with silent laughter, her eyes squinted from the amusement, the heel on her Stiletto broke. She stumbled forward, eyes wide as she fell in a wave of black material and hair.

I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

[Deleted]

"Alex!"

The happy greeting of the inebriated woman somewhat shocked him as she walked..er...wobbled her way over to him and giggled and hugged him. He hugged the woman back almost out of pure instinct. He chuckled at her, and smiled. The greeting was an, unexpected one but still somewhat appreciated. He could smell alcohol on her breath and sighed. The woman was completely drunk as she giggled at him. He raised a brow, and watched her. Good lord jesus what was going on? If this was Ana hed be greeted with a gun to his head. Not a giant hug like she hadn't seen him in years and was actually happy to see him. The dark skinned man flashed a grin down at her, his pristine white teeth a stark contrast to his skin. Her dark tresses of hair messily fell around her face. To be completely honest, the woman was cuter than hell. But he wouldn't admit that. He'd keep his opinions to himself in order to keep awkwardness away from their friendship.

As she let go of him he began to laugh again at her, he couldn't help it. Jesus the woman drunk was the best mix of funny and cute he'd ever seen. "Whats so funny?" she asked him rather innocently. He chuckled, "It's nothing Anastasia" He replied to the woman and he stood beside her. The wind picked up and he sighed, "Nice night isnt it?" it was an absent minded murmur, his wing representing his fallen status stretched and then folded back into his body. His eyes rested on the woman and he just couldn't help it. Her wobbly movements reminded him of something, something so foggy in his memory at this moment until he concentrated. Ah yes, his now deceased two year old son. He sighed, the clumsy movements reminded him of the toddler when he was learning to walk. He grinned softly, even though she was drunk, she acted with that familiar child like innocence. Jesus what a softie.

"How do I look?"

Holy fucking crap. Alex exhaled sharply. Anastasia could pull off a damn sexy cop when she wanted to, or when she was drunk for god sakes. "Im not gonna lie" he grinned at her, "You look damn good" He murmured. There was no use in lying when his reaction was that of surprise and approval. He grinned at the woman until she began to walk toward him and her shoe broke. She began to fall in a flurry of black material and dark hair until he grabbed her. Grinning at her, he laughed, "Be careful hun, you don't want to hurt yourself" wait.. did he just call her.. oh lord. Good god in heaven don't tell him he just called her that. He sighed, and hefted the woman up. "You shouldn't be walking with a broken shoe. So where do you want to go and I'll carry you." well didn't they look like the weirdest pair in the city. A completely drunk cop that looked like a hooker, and a famous singer offering to carry her wherever her little heart desired at that moment.

[poss]

For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder

Well perhaps it was the alcohol, is the simple fact she was a woman who took good care of her body for a reason that she would never admit, but she was not taken by surprise when he complimented her as she posed for him on the street. The breeze licked at the material, wavering it around her figure until she felt a slight chill and she took that last step toward him that brought her from her pedestal. She laughed , giggling like a school girl as he caught her, lifting the foot that the hell had broken off of and kicking off the shoe. It bounced in to the street with a clackety clack, resting in the dry gutter as she kicked off the second one as well. No point in wearing just one, was there? She laughed at her won thoughts, hobbling off down the street on one heel- it would be quite the sight to see.

I'm alive when I'm vulnerable
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel

The second heel flung off of her foot, further in to the air than away from them, landing just a few feet beside them as she let Alex hold her weight when she swayed with laughter. her hair tumbled around her face, tilting her head to the side, her eyes even laughing as they squinted with pure enjoyment as she gazed up at Alex. She was having a great time, and nothing was even happening. Falling silent for a split second however when he offered to carry her, she almost had a sober look on her face as she thought about it. Gaze fell to the ground- the filthy, glass shard covered concrete on which she stood barefoot. "[b Yeah.. Up!"[/b] The first word said in realization of how disgusting it was, the second twisted with excitement as she reached up, wrapping her right arm around behind his neck as she leap in to his arms with a grin.

Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow

Only a few buildings from where they stood, was a neon sign. It flashed, announcing it was still open to the public. A bar? No, a simple liquor store, with a 24 hour hair salon next door. Interesting grouping, but it worked. Ana tilted her head and looked to Alex, "Thirsty?" She asked, her voice taking on a sexy tint- something you would never expect to hear coming from her lips. "You get us something to drink, and I'll... get a hair cut?" Her smile twisted in to an amused smirk. She felt like taking chances, having the time of her life, and forgetting all about it tomorrow. Her smirk fell in to a pout, lifting a hand to rest two fingers on his chin and turn his head to face her. "Please?" Sad puppy dog eyes offering a sultry wink to follow, her fingers falling from his chin to point in the direction of the buildings that were only half a block away.

I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

[Deleted]

As he caught her she began her rather common giggling fits. His eyes closed and he sighed, as she began to kick of her first heeled shoe. Well at least he knew she was safe for the most part now that he was there. His eyes closed and he could only imagine what some of the creepers in the city would have done. They would have easily taken advantage of the drunk woman, and he would have some peoples heads to hunt down and put on a silver platter. Yes, he was a protective man. For reasons that he would never bring up. The fact of the matter was that Anastasia was a friend. He cared about friends, and he kept them safe from things that would hurt them. He was very much like an un invisible guardian angel. His eyes reopened and he smiled, he would protect her and every single one of his friends. His eyes seemed to keep their kind light, he was such a kind guy, and it was a hard thing to find in anyone that existed here. he stretched out as she kicked off her other shoe as well.

That shoe landed a few feet away and he held her upright as she swayed around with laughter. Jesus she was such a happy woman was inebriated like this. He grinned at her as she laughed, "You seem to be having one hell of a time, and all I did was appear." he commented on the fact that she was oh so joyful when he appeared. He chuckled and watched her look at the ground and her almost sober expression as she considered walking barefoot. It was then when he was assaulted by the woman yelling " Yeah.. Up!". God damn she was so much like a child. The fact of the matter was that Alex did not mind at all, he merely grinned and picked her up. It was weird. No it was absolutely a foreign feeling of carrying a woman once more. Not only that but doing it willingly. Years had past since he lost the one person he valued more than life itself, and he had stayed loyal to that woman, even if she was now gone. He chuckled at her enthusiasm and it was an obviously amusing thing how she was looking around and noticed a neon sign first.

"Thirsty? You get us something to drink, and I'll... get a hair cut?"

Her voice had a rather sexy tone to it. Oh lord, Oh good lord in heaven please help the poor man. She was being quite different and it was putting him in an awkward position. He watched her smile turn into a smirk and he sighed walking her over to the hair salon she had noticed and obviously wanted to go to. Next door was a liquor store. "What do you like?" he murmured to her. He would think that she'd like something like red wine, or something to that effect. But Anastasia had surprised him before and she would probably surprise him now as he waited for her to reply. Alex's personal favorite drink was shots of Vodka. He enjoyed the strong liquor more than anything else he'd drink at any other party. He laughed at the thought of her trying to drink anymore than she already had and he murmured, "I also dont want you to get sick.. That would be a bad thing." His voice was amused as he set her down and listened to the woman, whom was rather pleading with him to let her go into the salon. He pulled out $200 and laughed, "Do what you want with your hair" and then walked into the liquor store.

Inside the store he walked around looking for a certain vodka brand, he found it and grabbed a bottle and then walked towards the wine section and picked the best red wine he could manage to find at that hour of the night. He smiled and walked to the counter and the man gave him an odd look for the combination of the two drinks he was going to buy. Alex rolled his eyes and merely smiled before walking out with the alcohol he bought. Oh jesus, this was going to be bad. He knew it was, but oh lord. He ignored his gut feeling that this night was only going to get more eventful as he waited outside the salon for her to return from her haircut. He gave her enough money to do anything she wanted, from cutting to dying her hair whatever color of the rainbow she pleased. Oh lord, he hoped she didn't do anything to different. He was just getting used to the dark and scary Anastasia, now she was acting like one of those blonde school girls that were complete ditzes and liked to act like total dumb asses. Good thing Anastasia wasnt dumb.

[poss]

"What do you like?"

Slight hesitation, the intensity of her gaze as she stared with full attention at the man who set her back down on the ground outside the dynamic duo of 24hr shops. She visibly bit her bottom lip, tugging on it slightly as she held his gaze with the spark of excitement igniting in her eyes. Anastasia leaned forward toward him, standing on her tip toes, tilting her head as she spoke directly in to his ear. her breath spilled against his skin, and her lips nearly grazed his lobe as she spoke as she whispered, "Surprise me?" as if it were a secret only his ears could hear, then she turned on the ball of her feet in a fluid pivot and pranced in to the hair salon with a grin on her face that resembled that of a child in a candy shop. She never took the money he offered.

Bare footed Anastasias walk was highly feminine compared to her usual tread. She tiptoes over the concrete, careful, attention on the ground as she walked over the sticky stains and sharp bits of broken glass and garbage that laid on the sidewalk in her path. She leapt through the threshold of the salon, open palm catching on the door frame as she swayed and leaned against it, falling back to flat foot once she was inside. The man behind the desk was cheerful to see someone, it would appear if things had been slow- but then again.. how often did someone come in at this hour to get their hair done? Setting down a magazine, he rose to his feet and clapped his palms together, taking on rather immediatly the same excitedness that Anastasia shone with. "You look like a woman who knows what she wants, lets get to work!" High pitched, feminine tones emitting from his well built heavily muscled figure as he sashayed over to the nearest salon chair and waved an over dramatic hand gesture over the seat to welcome her and motion for her to sit.

It never took nearly as long as what Anastasia had expected. The man was full of conversation, and had even painted Anastasia's toenails while the bleach and dye worked their wonders on her tresses. Sipping on water with a lemon slice over the edge of the glass, Anastasia was amused, giggling softly at his touch on her bare feet- ticklish, she squealed at random and twisted and squirmed in her seat. They laughed, and it was like a shared secret between schoolgirls. The haircut was just a few inches longer than shoulder length, and given a style that screamed of confidence and authority. "No one will ever question this police woman again!" The man squealed, and Ana grinned from ear to ear. If only he knew. as she reached in to the front of her dress and pulled out some cash, $250 to be exact, and told him to keep the change.

When Anastasia stepped out in to the night she was not nearly as wobbly on her feet as she had been earlier. She almost had a sober look to her, other than the wicked grin that twisted her lips as she tiptoed across the grimey sidewalk yet again toward Alex. Without warning, she struck another pose for him, showing off her hair more this time than her body as she had before, "Bold, wouldn't you say?" She asked, raising a brow- the same sexy, twisted grin planted on her facial expression as she pushed her fingers up through her hair against her scalp in a model-like pose.