Bubblegum Inc.. I
Four women of distinct styles traverse the Bronx's streets, pass by the mire of New York citizens.
The woman, known as Domino, takes in the sounds and smells of her old stomping grounds. "Hey, Kitty, it's kinda nice having the group back together again," says the six-foot Goliath, with her red-and-black-streaked hair braided in a Viking-style braids. Some would confuse her face markings as being painted or purely cosmetic, but Domino's face markings are part of her skin she was born with, the eye mask around her eyes, the markings and her mascara, really make her red eyes glow.
The duffle bag slung over her shoulder makes a metallic-clinking sound in the New York air, in perfect rhythm to the click of Domino's cowboy boots under her well-worn blue jeans, topped by her black-leather riding chaps, and her silver belt buckle declaring Domino as one bad bitch. The western-biker motif is all tied together with a red halter-top.
The mysterious raven-haired blue streaks of Cobalt Kodachi flow behind her, almost mimicking a cat's tail as she walks, and grins, replying, "Well, we've really come a long way since the spaghetti incident, to you trying to wring my neck, to now." The Princess of Cats strolls alongside the group, dancing to the beat of Bubblegum Crisis Konyawa Hurricane through her wireless earbuds.
Spinning a little, Cobalt sings along, "Big City kodoku na Heart to Heart, Minna ai no mayoigo, Big City namida wa Day by day, Nemuranai omoi wo yusaburu dake."
The ponytail holder is an amazing jade piece from her clan the Kodachi. Her half-cut t-shirt sports the skull and crossbones of the famous space pirate, Captain Harlock. Her black ripped jeans are tucked into a pair of knee-length boots with her two daggers 'Heartbreak' and 'Sorrow' on her thighs.
Seeing the blue-eyed Cobalt, you'd think she has no situational awareness, but the opposite could be said, she's taken in all perspectives, hiding her intentions in her dance moves.
Ever the opportunist, Sabine jumps, grabbing onto Cobalt's back, throwing her arms around her neck; her short, spiky purple hair, in its usual style-designer mess. The love she has for Cobalt radiates in the sparkling of her purple eyes. Pumping her fist in the air, Sabine shouts, "It's not much farther, ladies, let's get your game faces on. Jessica, what do you have for us in the get-hyped mix?" Sabine gives Cobalt a quick peck on the cheek before releasing her.
Jessica grins, "Well, on the get-hyped mix, we have an oldie-but-goodie, Judas Priest You Got Another Thing Coming." Jessica pulls a wireless bluetooth from her hanging bag before setting her phone to play the song.
Jessica's bright yellow hair is tied in a French braid. As she begins skipping to the song's thunderous beat, her hazel eyes hold an unbridled wildness to them, like someone dancing on the razor's edge all the time; her natural, frantic energy seems to radiate off her as she moves along in sync with the others.
Jessica's long legs are wrapped in fishnet stockings that seamlessly go into the black bodysuit she's wearing, topped by the half leather jacket she's wearing, looking a lot like Black Canary from the comics. She's traded the impractical high-heel boots for something more like a knee-length boot similar to Cobalt's. Jessica's ensemble seems to radiate the promise of sex and violence.
Catching Cobalt's attention, Jessica gives her a quick hand gesture, drawing her attention to a rowdy group of men coming down the street, who have seemingly zoned in on the four women heading to their destination.
Catching Jessica's hand gesture and seeing the group's approach, Cobalt nods her affirmation that she, too, sees the potential threat approaching. She reaches behind herself and yanks her fingerless gloves off her belt and begins slipping them on; the gloves are special-- Cobalt's punches are now like she's wearing brass knuckles. "Hey Dee, that group of guys is zeroing in on us like we're an all-you-can-eat buffet at the Golden Corral."
Domino looks down the street, checking the incoming group.
"Do you want me to slip you your bat?" asks Cobalt.
Dominion shakes her head. "Nah, if I need bam-bam for these jay-brones, I should just go work with Vicious and Deedee."
Cobalt, laughing, tells Domino she's on point; if they press the issue, they should be so engrossed at her stature they won't notice herself and Jessica flanking them.
Cobalt brings Sabine and Jessica in, explaining the plan for Sabine to stay close, but behind Domino, while Cobalt and Jessica flank the group of men.
The group of men having locked in seeing the exotic Domino, who's turned her sexiness up to an eleven to draw the young men's undivided attention. The closest guy to Domino, looks her over like one would select a choice steak. "Where are you ladies going?"
Domino, staring him back down, "We're headed to Victoria's Treasure Chest."
The mention of Victoria seems to cause the group of young men to suddenly shift gears from potential predators to meek, pretty much scampering away; the guys quickly exit the conversation, rushing away.
Cobalt and Jessica close back in, asking what the hell was that. Sabine, having heard the whole exchange, offers, "They ran off at the mention of the Treasure Chest and that's a good sign; it means we're headed to the right place. She obviously is connected to less scrupulous people."
Cobalt nods her agreement. "Let's take it as we have the right place; they looked local, like this is their turf. if If they've been warned about fucking with the Treasure Chest customers that says something."
Jessica and Domino nod their agreement. Jessica motions that they should keep walking to the store since it is only a few blocks away. Approaching the storefront, they notice a white-lingerie wedding-set, it's all custom, a mixture of leather and lace, with a few other materials mixed in-- bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings.
Domino notices the little number, grabs Sabine, dragging her to see it. "Tell me that's not perfect for Kitty to wear for you on your wedding night."
Sabine has recovered her balance from being dragged fifteen feet by the enormous Domino. "Oh my, you are so correct, that would look amazing on Cobalt for our wedding night!"
Cobalt, hearing a discussion about her, tries to see what they're talking about. "Hey, what are you saying to each other?"
Jessica, having promised Sabine, runs interference on Cobalt. "Calm down, boss, you know Sabine is never gonna let you see it; let's leave them to their machinations."
Grumbling, Cobalt heads to the front door with Jessica. While Sabine and Domino banter back and forth, Cobalt catches a little something about the matching gold leash being so hot. "Hey Cobalt, I wouldn't stress it; the lingerie was pretty fucking hot, you're gonna look like a sexy bitch in it."
Still grumbling, Cobalt wonders, "When the hell did I become the bitch?"
