Look Alive, Keep Running and Save The World

Memory had some crazy idea and some crazy kind of fantasy in her that they were this ordinary pair getting ready together. Much like what she used to do with her friends before a night out. There was something so mundane about this moment that it was wonderful, it was kind of sad how Memory now actively searched for normality when before she would actively try to avoid it. Her life goal was to be apart of something unique, something along the lines of that. She wanted to do something crazy and artistic. Technically she had got what she wanted. She finished brushing her pony tail and she gestured to the hairspray on Mikey's side, he passed it to her with without looking away from himself. In silence they finished preening themselves, He turned to her and gestured to his hair, she nodded knowing. She smiled a big smile, one that he had never seen. His teeth were perfect, something she really appreciated in someone. She really enjoyed how his smile was perfectly symmetrical, unlike her wonky smile, she only had one dimple and it was something that annoyed her slightly.
Back at the car Gerard waved them over "The grocery store was untouched, it was beautiful, keep this place in mind when we next need supplies for the diner" Gerard put away the standard bits of food and his eyes lit up as he took out some little luxuries such as pieces of candy and chocolate. Mikey's eyes lit up as he saw the chocolate, Memory remembered finding the tobacco and seeing there was also a few bars of dark chocolate, which must have been Mikey's little luxury. Ray came back from the book store with a good handful of books, his eyes filled with happiness, she then looked to Frank who had an armful of tobacco packets. As she looked at each of her friends, indulging in all their little luxuries. Books, candy, chocolate, smoking and what was hers? She thought for a moment and she had no idea. As Ray opened the first page of a book, Gerard stuck a lollipop in his mouth, Mikey gingerly took a bar of chocolate and Frank started making a cigarette, Memory walked to the small boutique. She enjoyed the fact that she could have anything, with no one around, she took off her jacket, her jeans, her boots- she took everything off. In nothing but her underwear she browsed the store. Changing her underwear was something that she didn't expect she would be grateful for. She looked in the mirror with her new purple bra and panties, if she was going to be apart of 'The Fabulous Killjoys' she was going to look damn fabulous doing so.
Deciding to stick with her sturdy boots, she opted for some high wasted short shorts with a sexy pair of fish net stockings. As soon as she put on her fish net stockings she realized she was becoming who she'd wanted to a sexy, confident fighter. she gloated a little in that moment until she realized how she had become this. Finding no tops in her size she picks a baggy white vest top with a black lightning bolt, disregarding her disgusting black leather jacket she searched desperately for a new leather jacket. Having to kick the blocked door in order to get to the back room she opened boxes and bags, finally she found a black leather jacket with the words 'Art comes first' on the back in someone's discarded locker, finding the words rather suiting, she loved it. taking the jewellery she thought could be useful, some last minute measures, punches hurt harder with rings on, she donned one on each finger, big clear rhinestones and elaborate designs. All the long chains she could find, she inspected them to see if they were durable enough to choke a drac, not satisfied, she walked across to the dollar store to find a durable chain that looked thin enough to be an accessory but is strong enough to choke and enemy. After sliding another into the belt loops of her short shorts, she still didn't get that little spark of happiness the others got from their luxuries.
She inspected herself in a shop window wondering what's wrong. Then she knew, going back to the hair dressers, she ran to the back or in search of an upstairs area where these kinds of places would have nail sets. She found a drawer full of nail polish remover, nail polish, fake nails, you name it and it was there. She found one of those make up boxes that looked like a suitcase, all shiny and shit, she was bursting. Pushing everything nail related into the suitcase she clipped and filled her nails to perfection, scrapping all the dirt out was something that gave Memory immense pleasure. She heard footsteps running up the stairs, worried she pulled her ray gun at the door,
"False alarm honey, it's only your friendly neighbourhood Fun Ghoul..." Frank said elaborately, as she lowered her gun, He stared at the mess Memory had made trying to find a colour that she wanted to be used first. "What are you doing?" He asked curiosity dripping off his voice, she didn't reply but she wiggled her nails in front of his face, his eyes widened as he realized. He then gave a cheeky smile and winked at her "I see honey, you treat yourself, we'll be by the car" Frank said warmly, patting her on the shoulder and he also stuck a ready rolled cigarette behind her ear and dropping a box of matches in her lap. She couldn't help but smile widely, there was something about having nice nails that made her feel powerful and in control. As much as the clothes were nice, she couldn't beat the feeling of having perfect nails, she had a beautifully disturbing picture in her head of her curling long talon-like nails around the trigger of a raygun. She embraced how wrong it may be to enjoy that, she found her luxury.
Frank smiled warmly at how Memory had found her luxury, he could tell by the childish look on her face as she was sat amidst the many bottles of nail polish inspecting each one intently. He lit another cigarette, enjoying that he had stocked up with a nice amount. After Memory had joined their happy fabulous bunch of killjoys, the tobacco stash had diminished quick than usual. Being stocked up on that gave Frank some comfort. Knowing that he is under control of his own health, his life and death. He'd rather be killed by cigarettes that being ghosted by some exterminator. Also the comfort of knowing he'll be alive long enough to finish his supply was comforting. He knew it was silly and a destructive way of thinking, but amidst all this destruction be believed his was the most normal.
"Where is she then?" Ray asked, not taking his eyes off his book, "Memory's found her thing, it's sweet" Frank said eyes squinted at the blinding sun shining in his direction. The three men looked at Frank expectantly, "What's her thing then? is it something we can take with us, because that's important, if she wants these things then she needs to think of the practic-" Gerard started, Mikey thought the idea of Memory not being practical was kind of funny, she was extremely practical, her moment of vanity only moments ago was driven by practicality. Frank interrupted Gerard with a slight laugh "She's doing her nails, I swear Poison, women will never change" Gerard only smiled at this. Ray gave a hearty snort as Mikey let a little laugh escape, Frank changed his demeanour a little, shifting quite nervously, "How long does it take to 'do' nails?" Gerard shook his head, and Ray started to ignore the conversation getting engrossed in his book "Just let her be Frank, she needs this" Mikey said light heartedly.

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