Cruel Fate (Open to 1)

It was clear to anyone who'd be walking passed that there was obviously something wrong with Nominé, something utterly terrible must've happened to cause the woman to be freaking out so verbally in the middle of the park. She'd just been out for a casual, everyday walk cause ya know sometimes its good to get outta the serenity of your home and live life in the wilds of the outside where anything and everything could happen if people were crazy enough.

Yet for now at least, it wasn't what anyone else that was causing the distressed woman to act this way, not noticeably anyone anyway. "Why do the gods hate me..." She'd whimper lightly, her hands clinging to the fabric of her jacket after wiping a stray tear from her eye in an attempt to compose herself. This was just the worst thing... Nothing, and that includes that one idea your sick and twisted mind just thought up could make this day worse.

Nominé would confusedly look up at whoever it was that just asked her if she was okay. She hadn't been expecting someone to talk to her or ask her about her problems, in all honesty she hadn't even realized how verbal she had been shouting her complaints. Sometimes her thoughts just escaped her head without her even realizing it herself.

"I, uh... Yeah, haha, what are you even on about doll face. I'm clearly in the best of sanity and mental stability over the loss of such importance." She'd reply housing a fake smirk and moving her fringe out of her face with one hand. It was clear what she said wasn't the truth, although whether she said that to be dismissive and tell the other girl to go away or saying it as a way to seem like she wasn't as much of a drama queen as she really is was the hard part to pick out. "Unless you have a way to revert time, send the world of a perilous journey through the cosmos of time and space then remind me about my endeavors so I don't totally screw a casket again. Probs not doll face."

Nominé would roll her eyes lightly at the girls light remark about the situation. Her smile wasn't something she was all that pleased about seeing for the moment with how annoyed at herself she was. It almost felt like they were mocking her, probably not intentionally but it still felt that way somewhat. "Pfft, buzz off. No'a'thin'ya'ca'do to help fix this mess ya know." The red eyed woman would sigh deeply before rubbing her forehead with one hand, she had a headache from her over exaggerated freak out from a moment ago. Tsk, everything just had to get worse didn't it.

"Screw a casket, bite the nail with glass teeth, chow down with no maow wows, turned around with no way a-lookin' back. Ya know." Nominé would lift up one side of her mouth, clearly bewildered by the fact that this girl was probably still looking just as confused as she was before about what she was trying to say. Flicking her hair from out of her eyes with one hand, Nominé would look the down at the girl dead in the eyes for the first time the whole conversation and pout. "I fucked up kid." She'd say bluntly in a much more defeated tone before dropping her head to look at the ground. "Jus' kinda screwed the casket on this one..."

"Eesh..." Nominé would scratch her head, why did this random girl really care this much about her problems. Everyone loved her sure, but it was still odd how persistent she was to learn what was up. "Fine, ya really wanna know why I'm so distressed? Why I feel like such a dingbat? Why the times of the world were sort after and against me?" She'd question with a slight cackling laugh, feeling like such a tool about having to explain herself to some teenager.

Reaching into her pocket, the woman would pull out a small rectangular piece of paper and wave it in front of the other girls face. "Ya know what this is?" She'd ask rhetorically. "This righ' 'ere was my very own special little ticket outta here." She'd say, gripping each end with one hand to hold it up visible for the other to read. It was a crumpled up lottery ticket with a set of familiar numbers to anyone who recently watched the lotto draw. "These scum bags of numbers are the shining light of luck, they are all exactly what they had to be in life to make me happy. Ya know how much money this fermented piece of bark is worth?" She'd then poke the corner of the ticket with one finger to show the expiry date, the date being yesterdays date. "Lucky ducky me only went and forgot about its existence till a day too late though, ain't that a load of crap?" With one hand, she'd crumple the ticket up into a small ball before flicking it off to one side. "S'pose ain't lost anything. Can mope over what'cha don't get though."

"It's worse than bad luck! It's horrifically horrendous luck! That lotto ticket should be worth a whole half a million if only it were yesterday." She'd persist, eager to prove the fact that this was indeed a real reason to be upset. Sure it wasn't her money to begin with, but if you suddenly got robbed for half a mil, you ain't gonna be too pleased about that now are ya?

"Trus' me, I know these things are usually rigged, but I actually had all the winning eggs in my basket! Those numbers were the ones called! It should be me winning all that money... Yet now it jus' goes all to the pigs in the sky who don't ever say neigh." She'd sigh before, pursing her bottom lip as she looked at the girl once more. "I ever catch ya name, Dollface?"

"Susan, huh? Sounda lil' dated for a youngen like ya'self." She'd tease, half realistically and half just for the sake of teasing. She hadn't really heard that name been thrown around a lot aside from with the older generation. What did she know though, maybe it was coming back into fashion. The way the mullet NEVER will. And I swear to god if it does...

"Eh, gold is only worth the amount you care to shine it. Don't really need it anywhos. Got ma job, I'm happy, get to do what I like ta do. S'pose can't complain." She'd say in an attempt to try and boost her own morale. It was still fricking annoying though. She wanted that money to be able to go see the world, maybe go back to see her own homeland. She never got to see it before. But, eh. Not like it matters much. "Name's Nominé." She'd add, realizing she never replied with her own name after asking for the girls. "Thanks for trying to care 'bout a thing ya can't help for in anyway for. I guess."

" 'S alright. Better than some of the trash names that adults give kids these days. Seriously, you'd think they're all bloody lost their quarters." She'd reply with a sly smirk, this teen was odd. She didn't tend to care for them as much despite only just being older than one, then again she didn't care for them much when she was one. They were usually bratty and wanted something from ya constantly, which she had presumed this girl was after. Yet she made no plays on pushing in for something after trying to be nice, so who knows.

"I should probs head back to the dressers now, had a long enough break in between the contenising mind war of anger, hatred and sorrow over the loss of that which never was mine." Nominé would blabber as she looked at the time on her phone, eeehhh, she had an appointment in two minutes, she'd never make that in time. Not that she cared, but people tended to give her tips if she was fast. Bummered out of more money again. "Ever need a cuttin' my stores just over there and down to the left, sign out front with my name on it. It's, uh, kinda huge, can't miss it. 'Nless ya'a bat." She'd smirk before waving behind herself as she began to walk off in the direction she mentioned. "Be seein' ya Dollface."