Punkytown
12-05-2004, 07:15
As soon as the inaugural address ends, the band breaks out into the new nation's anthem: "So What?" by Crass. The new head of state of this virgin country, Lex Slash, thrusts her hand into the air, pinky and forefinger aloft in the gesture of solidarity that her people have adopted during the course of their struggle to free themselves from the reign of their parent country, Squaresylvania.
As the music throbs over the crowd, their as-yet-untitled leader turns and retreats into the salon beyond where yet another band wails, and other heads of state await to personally greet Slash and congratulate the young woman on a campaign well undertaken.
With barely a glance at anyone, she throws herself into an overstuffed armchair that is the closest thing in the large hall that resembles a throne. She plunks two massive black leather combat boots on the glass end table and calls for aspirin and a gin-and-tonics. Two mohawked attendents press the requested items into her hand and move away to see to the other guests. Lex Slash tosses back the pills and half of the gin chaser before turning a heavily-makeuped eye to her guests.
She is very young, perhaps twenty, and dresses like a renegade cross between Jane Lane from Daria and an escaped Misfit from Gem and the Holograms, with wild green hair and green eyeshadow on one eye extending up to her hairline contrasting with the shredded black jean shorts and t-shirt and the plethora of chains and metal-studded black leather bands that mark her as the alpha among her pack.
She massages the back of her neck, just above the tribal sun tattoo as she eyes the first person in the greeting line. With well-practiced courtesy, she says:
"What do YOU want?"
As the music throbs over the crowd, their as-yet-untitled leader turns and retreats into the salon beyond where yet another band wails, and other heads of state await to personally greet Slash and congratulate the young woman on a campaign well undertaken.
With barely a glance at anyone, she throws herself into an overstuffed armchair that is the closest thing in the large hall that resembles a throne. She plunks two massive black leather combat boots on the glass end table and calls for aspirin and a gin-and-tonics. Two mohawked attendents press the requested items into her hand and move away to see to the other guests. Lex Slash tosses back the pills and half of the gin chaser before turning a heavily-makeuped eye to her guests.
She is very young, perhaps twenty, and dresses like a renegade cross between Jane Lane from Daria and an escaped Misfit from Gem and the Holograms, with wild green hair and green eyeshadow on one eye extending up to her hairline contrasting with the shredded black jean shorts and t-shirt and the plethora of chains and metal-studded black leather bands that mark her as the alpha among her pack.
She massages the back of her neck, just above the tribal sun tattoo as she eyes the first person in the greeting line. With well-practiced courtesy, she says:
"What do YOU want?"