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Post by missmolly on Feb 16, 2011 23:46:37 GMT -5
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All her life, Molly had been told that people were wicked and scary. That they would use you, then lose you. Her Father had made her good and scared of the real world, and for awhile she believed him. It was when she met Gabe, that friendly fellow, she questioned her Father's wise words. People, like in her Fairy Tale books, were good she was sure.
And since that day she had begun to wonder further and further away from the nest, always making sure to return home before eight. True, her studies were slightly neglected, but there were certainly things in the real world that she would not be able to experience from a book.
Walking down one of the winding paths of Central Park, Molly had a skip in her step. Her gray sweater wrapped around her, matching her sock cap perfectly in shade. Beneath the hat, her long golden locks spilled over her silvery floral dress. The outfit was completed with her black leggings, and simple black flats. Her appearance alluded to the innocence the dwelt inside Molly.
Approaching a tunnel, she walked past a pair of unruly looking men, who eyed the pretty young Molly with interest. The hairs stood on end, as she heard them follow behind her. As Molly sped up, so did they, her her stomach clenched in fear.
Her Father had been right! People were terrible, awful things! Something bad was going to happen! She just knew it! Running to the light at the end of the tunnel, she heard their sneakers squeak as the charged forward to catch her. One grabbed for her arm, making her yelp out in fright. "Well, hello there sweet thing. What have you got for us?"
Confused and frightened, she could only shake her head, as if to say: Please, I have nothing. Molly looked out, searching for someone to help her.
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 17, 2011 0:14:45 GMT -5
A hooded figure leaned against an alley wall, motionless and silent. If one would come close enough, they would be able to hear the vibration of the bass beat in his headphones.
Guillermo listened to loud music a lot. It silenced the voices in his head. He wore his headphones to bed, falling asleep to the steady, deep beats. It kept him from thinking of his father. His sister. His mother. His homework..
He sighed and pulled the headphones down to rest around his neck, moving from his hidden place and walking out onto the darkening street.
He walked for a mile or so, then decided to turn into a tunnel as a shortcut. He heard a scuffling inside. It was probably some gang members getting into a heated argument. The scuffling got louder and he could start to make out figures against the light from the other side. A girl who was small and obviously naive enough to travel by herself in the dark was being pursued and jostled around by a couple of guys.
His dark eyes narrowed. She was no older than his sister. Probably younger.
He'd just walk by. It was New York for God's sake.
This happened all the time.
"Eh, hijos de puta! No es una prostituta en la calle de al lado que puede tener. Déjala en paz. Ella es demasiado joven."
Or.. not.
He realized that they probably didn't speak Spanish. Although the tone he took was blatantly offensive.
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Post by missmolly on Feb 17, 2011 7:28:11 GMT -5
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The pair of thugs patted her down, searching for something of value. Molly was frozen in panic, as one of them looked around anxiously. "No tienes nada." Even though he spoke in a language Molly did not know, she could tell that he was worried about something. She looked at him desperately, hoping for him to intervene, only defecting from her pleading glances to flinch as the other touched her face forcefully. "Oh, ella tiene algo bien." Molly couldn't bring herself to look at this one. The other spoke frustratedly. "Oh, vamos hombre, es jodidamente plena luz del día, no pueden ser graves-mierda. Alguien viene." They both looked up, and it took Molly a moment to realize someone else had approached.
Her blue-green eyes clouded with tears of relief as he spoke to them. "Eh, hijos de puta! No es una prostituta en la calle de al lado que puede tener. Déjala en paz. Ella es demasiado joven." Said the mysterious Stranger, prompting the captor to release her in his anger.
"¿Qué coño has dicho a mí?!" He spat, being pulled back by his friend who looked to be in full panic. "A la mierda, Carlos, vamos a ir." Molly knew she should be running right now. That would certainly be the smart thing to do! But she couldn't force her feet to move. "¡No! Hijo de puta tiene algo que decir, él puede decir a mi puta cara! ¿Tienes algo que decirme, NIÑO HÉROE?" The more volatile one yelled, causing an echo to carry through the long tunnel. His friend became even more panicked. "Vamos hombre. Perra no tiene nada y nosotros no los necesitamos para estar llamando a la policía. Amigo, sólo estábamos jugando. Vamos hombre! Le dije ¡Vamos!" The was more authority in the panicky ones voice now, who began pulling his friend away with more force. They moved past the forgotten Molly, and she felt an instant gratitude towards the mysterious stranger. "Es mejor ver niño héroe de sí mismo." No longer yelling, the volatile voice became a threatening growl. The panicky one gave a false laugh, too over come by nervousness to make it sound convincing. "Sólo queríamos asustar a la chica rica blanca, eso es todo. Es una broma!" Again, the rage filled one spat, though literally this time. "Carajo si me-" "¡Vamos!"
And with that, they bolted out of the tunnel, leaving a shaking Molly with her mysterious hero. Tears streamed quietly down her face for a moment, unable to contain her relief and fright. Looking up at him, she suddenly went up to him, embracing him around the middle. "Oh! Oh, thank you so much!" She knew it was probably informal to hug a complete stranger, but she couldn't help it! She owed her life to this young man! God only knows what those brutes would have done to her! Releasing him, she wiped her face, giving him a forced-brave smile. "That was so brave! Thank you, Sir!"
With a sudden urge to be formal, she stuck her hand forward in greeting to him. "My name is Molly. What is yours?"
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 17, 2011 20:04:24 GMT -5
"¿Qué coño has dicho a mí?!"
Guillermo gave a impish smile. This guy didn't know who he was messing with. He'd gotten into fights in Juarez, dragged himself home at 4 in the morning, covered in blood and dirt, a broken wrist to boot. If the guy thought he could scare him, he was sorely mistaken.
"¡No! Hijo de puta tiene algo que decir, él puede decir a mi puta cara! ¿Tienes algo que decirme, NIÑO HÉROE?"
"Es mejor ver niño héroe de sí mismo."
"¿Quieres un poco de esto? Venga a dar." He shouted back, feeling the familiar warm rush of adrenaline and anger swell over him. They ducked out of the tunnel.
Before he could advance on the pair and finish what he'd started, he was halted by a pressure around his torso. He looked down, surprised to find a blonde head of hair tucked against his chest, embracing him.
"Oh! Oh, thank you so much! That was so brave! Thank you, Sir!"
He shrugged his shoulders as she released him.
"Perra loca," he muttered softly, his eyebrow twitching in an amused sort of way. He attempted to side-step her and relocate to a new alley or a new fight, but she extended her hand instead.
"My name is Molly. What is yours?"
He raised both eyebrows now. Who was this chica? Most who were obviously well-brought-up white girls avoided him like the plague.
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Post by missmolly on Feb 18, 2011 13:31:43 GMT -5
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"It's very nice to meet you, Gare-mo." She said, her accent preventing her form pronouncing his name correctly. "Gi-ar-mo, Gee- hrm. Gizmo." A gentle giggle escaped her as she nicknamed her hero. However, her smile faltered as she got the feeling he was trying to pursue the brutes. Obstinately, Molly continued to block his way, horrified at that prospect. He couldn't possibly want to go after them! They had conceded! He had won!
And what if they had friends? Or had guns! Or even knives! What if they were waiting to ambush him, or her for that matter, when he was going to exit the tunnel! Panic started to bloom in her belly, and she gave Gizmo a terrified look. "You-you aren't wanting to go after them, are you?" Her bottom lip quivered at the prospect, seeing the obvious unfair advantage of two (or more) against one. Suddenly her blue green eyes turned stubborn and hard, and she took Gizmo's hand sternly. "Come on, we should go this way!" And she began to pull him the way from which they came.
While she was sincerely concerned for his well being, Molly could not help but see the benefit of his presence. One would be far less likely to attack her if she had a strapping young man accompanying her. And besides, she had to find some way to repay his kindness. True, all she had was a mere ten dollars in her shoe. But Molly was sure she could figure out something. "It's a good thing that you scared them away! I would never have been able to forgive myself if you were injured trying to help me." She gave him an innocently anxious look. "What did you say that scared them so? Whatever it was, I'm sure it served them right! Monstres diaboliques!"
It was truly baffling to her, as she had done nothing to provoke their attack. Looping her arm around Gizmo's she tried not to think of what would have happened, had he not come around. All she could do was learn from this. Perhaps she could get something to protect herself, like a taser or some pepper spray.
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 18, 2011 14:32:58 GMT -5
"It's very nice to meet you, Gare-mo." The girl said in a soft voice, a strange accent morphing his name until it was unrecognizable. He waited with little patience as she struggled through it.
"Gi-ar-mo, Gee- hrm. Gizmo."
He stared at her, utterly bewildered. Gizmo? What the hell kind of a name was Gizmo?
Apparently it was his name now. It was quite an irony, considering he knew very little about technology.
"You-you aren't wanting to go after them, are you?"
"Hell yeah I am! A good fight would be fun now."
She stuck out her lip in a childish way and he fought back the smirk threatening to surface. She was really just a kid. He couldn't be so hard on her, really.
He felt some pressure on his hand and realized she was tugging on it.
"Come on, we should go this way!"
Was she really so juvenille? He could be dangerous. He was. She didn't know who he was, just knew that he was scary enough to ward off the evil that she narrowly escaped.
"It's a good thing that you scared them away! I would never have been able to forgive myself if you were injured trying to help me."
He rolled his eyes. She thought he would have gotten hurt? Oh for the love of God.
"What did you say that scared them so? Whatever it was, I'm sure it served them right! Monstres diaboliques!"
With a girl that couldn't be older than 15, he knew there was a level of restraint he had to keep. He didn't need no crazy ass white fathers coming after him for swearing at his daughter.
Although, that WOULD be quite the challenge.
"In short, I told them that you were too young for them. They can have the hookers on the other street."
He kept his face indifferent as she jumped into another language. It sounded European to him, but certainly not Spanish or Italian.
He pried his arm away from hers.
"What are you pulling, chica blanca?"
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Post by missmolly on Feb 18, 2011 15:05:48 GMT -5
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"In short, I told them that you were too young for them. They can have the hookers on the other street."
Molly considered this for a moment. Yes, they had looked a bit older than her, that was true. But the word that mostly caught Molly Toulouse's interest was 'Hooker'. What a curious word. It was certainly not a nice one, considering how Gizmo said in, and the fact that he believed a 'Hooker' to be more suitable company for those men than Molly herself. A part of her wanted to ask him the meaning of the word, but she did not want to appear ignorant or stupid. Certainly, if he was saying it so candidly, than it was a common phrase. She let the curiosity tangle within her, until he pulled his arm away from her. "What are you pulling, chica blanca?"
Stopping, she looked at him, apparently confused. "Pulling? Oh, you're asking if I'm tricking you." Her hand reached up and touched her smile, which faded a little as she comprehended her own deduction. "Attendre... why do you think I'm tricking you?" Her frown tensed, offended by the accusation. "Am I doing something that suggests trickery? I just didn't want you to go after them, that's all."
Wounded, she tried not to pout. Children pout, and she considered herself not a child. She was sixteen for goodness sakes! "And I don't speak Spanish! It's very rude to do that when I don't understand what you're saying. If you speak Spanish, Je vais commencer à parler français, and any chance of conversation will just go out the window." Scolding sounded very strange in her voice, as she sounded a bit younger than she actually was.
After a moment of silence, where she hoped he was reflecting on his own rudeness, her voice lost all remembrance of scolding. "Gizmo... what's a Hooker?"" Her wide eyes looked at him with the purest curiosity imaginable, as she tugged patiently at a long, golden, lock of hair. He had said it, after all, he most certainly would be able to offer a definition. The question itself was a testament of the sheltered upbringing that had been allotted to Molly Toulouse.
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 21, 2011 20:34:01 GMT -5
"Pulling? Oh, you're asking if I'm tricking you. Attendre... why do you think I'm tricking you? Am I doing something that suggests trickery? I just didn't want you to go after them, that's all."
He stared at her. She sure was the odd little thing. Brave, too. Yes, despite the naivety of it all, he had to admit, she was brave.
"Well, little girls like you don't hang around by me. I can't believe I scared those guys off, and you weren't frightened by me. You know, thats not very smart of you. For all you know, I'm much more dangerous than them."
She proceeded to rant off, switching into what was apparently her native language, which he now recognized as French. He should have realized. Well-brought-up white girl, accent, French, snotty.
"And I don't speak Spanish! It's very rude to do that when I don't understand what you're saying. If you speak Spanish, Je vais commencer à parler français, and any chance of conversation will just go out the window."
"Yeah, well who said I want conversation?" he shot back, starting to get seriously irritated. This Molly was grating on his last nerve. He began to walk away. Let her find her own way through the city. God help her if those same guys got her again. She'd find out quickly how unforgiving the world could be.
He heard her voice again, however. Guillermo turned to face her, exasperated.
"Gizmo... what's a Hooker?" Her big light teal eyes proved any doubt to be thrown out the window. His mouth dropped open, free of his will and his cheeks flamed red. This wasn't happening. HELL NO.
"Um.. I don't think I'm the best person to answer that, Molly," he fought back the oncoming stuttering of embarrassment.
How could she really be that simple-minded? She had obviously been deprived of all things, despite the fact that she was nearing adulthood.
He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. He couldn't just leave her. Besides, if she decided to tell about the almost-fight, he could easily get targeted by whatever gang those guys belonged to.
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Post by missmolly on Feb 21, 2011 21:08:18 GMT -5
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"Well, little girls like you don't hang around by me. I can't believe I scared those guys off, and you weren't frightened by me. You know, that's not very smart of you. For all you know, I'm much more dangerous than them."
He was a very sour one, this Gizmo. Molly gave him a sweet smile as he claimed that he was more frightening than the ruffians who had attacked her. "Well, if you really meant me any harm, I doubt you would have said anything at all. You would have simply walked on by." Molly spoke in a naively logical manner, trailing along ahead of him, before turning back to face her rescuer, her skirt fluttering as she did so.
Not surprisingly, he did not take kindly to her chiding. "Yeah, well who said I want conversation?" He started to charge forward in his huff, until he heard her ask the hooker question. Suddenly, he seemed him embarrassed. It truly suited him quite well, and Molly was endeared by his fluster, at least until he spoke. "Um.. I don't think I'm the best person to answer that, Molly." Molly's eyes suddenly sharpened angrily. She was being treated like a child! Again! Sitting in her own pool of angry bunny rage and self pity, she gave him a dignified look as he addressed her.
"I am not a child. I will go home when I please, Je vous remercie beaucoup." She marched passed him, chin up, with a very severe look on her face. But the sudden idea of being alone in the city, given what just occurred, was very frightening to Molly. Turning back to look at him, her face attempted to hole the masque of dignity to hide a slightly injured ego. "If you would like to join me through the park, I would very much enjoy you're company."
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 21, 2011 21:25:36 GMT -5
"I am not a child. I will go home when I please, Je vous remercie beaucoup."
He watched her pass, leaning against the brick with a knowing smirk. One eyebrow raised as she turned back to look at him, evidently beginning to understand her position.
"If you would like to join me through the park, I would very much enjoy you're company."
"Not to offend, but I imagined you would. And technically, Cariña, you are a child. To me, anyway." he tapped her lightly on the nose with his finger, marveling in the odd contrast of his dark skin and her light skin. He walked along side her, trying to justify why he was even with her. He could have gotten beat senseless from standing up for her. She reminded him of his sister. That was all.
"You see, Cariña, a hooker is something that I'm almost sure that you do not want to know about. And obviously, your family has never wanted you to know about it, so why should I risk my own well-being, just so that you can have knowledge you didn't need in the first place?" |
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Post by missmolly on Feb 21, 2011 22:46:29 GMT -5
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"Not to offend, but I imagined you would. And technically, Cariña, you are a child. To me, anyway." He tapped her nose friendly, and Molly felt her former irritation with him melt away. He did indeed look older than her. Not by much, but it was still obvious. "You see, Cariña, a hooker is something that I'm almost sure that you do not want to know about. And obviously, your family has never wanted you to know about it, so why should I risk my own well-being, just so that you can have knowledge you didn't need in the first place?"
Molly considered his argument for a moment, walking in the warm autumn sunlight quietly for a moment. "You are afraid I would tell? I wouldn't! I'm just curious-" No, her Father couldn't have any hints as to how his daughter had been recently spending her days. Guilt pained her slightly, at the idea of his finding out.
Her Father's face appeared in her mind, full of anger and disappointment. But the most prevalent emotion Molly saw was betrayal. Her Father trusted her! And had he not been proven right, by the actions of the men in the tunnel? But in that same breathe, wasn't he also proven wrong by Gabe and Gizmo? And what would happen when she turned eighteen? Would she be expected to stay in her room, ever the dutiful daughter? When would her own life begin? Her dilemma was causing her pain, and it was prevalent on her face.
Looking up at Gizmo, she tried to look happy. Being that she was about as good of an actress as she was a body guard, the facade failed. "You're probably right, that my Father would not want me to know about it. Or really much. He's very protective. But... I won't be a child forever, not even to you. I'll be eighteen, and shouldn't I know what things are in the world? Don't I deserve to know about something beyond my bedroom window?" It was obvious Molly was no longer talking about the definition of a naughty word any longer. Molly's blond hair fell into her face, as she stared at the ground contemplatively.
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 21, 2011 23:27:05 GMT -5
"You are afraid I would tell? I wouldn't! I'm just curious-"
He scoffed with disbelief, despite the fact that her face shone with nothing but the truth. This girl was loyal til the end, no matter how crazy she was. She attempted to fool him into thinking she was content, but failed miserably. To his horror, she dove into a storybook-like monologue about herself.
"You're probably right, that my Father would not want me to know about it. Or really much. He's very protective. But... I won't be a child forever, not even to you. I'll be eighteen, and shouldn't I know what things are in the world? Don't I deserve to know about something beyond my bedroom window?"
Guillermo had never been genuinely puzzled by anyone until this very moment.
He had the feeling that they were not talking about the same thing as before.
"You know, I don't understand you. Here you are, telling me how your father controls your life and you want to know more about the world, but you are also somewhat staying within the boundaries that he set, knowing full well that he would be furious if you put a toe out of line. Do you want to be controlled, or don't you?"
He silenced himself suddenly. Who was he to be telling her how to live her life? The girl obviously cared about her father's opinion.
"Look, will it make you feel better if I tell you what it is?" he asked, sick of the mushy life-story talk, but also dreading explaining this concept to a childlike young woman. |
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Post by missmolly on Feb 22, 2011 20:43:51 GMT -5
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Molly's eye's grew wide as Gizmo seemed to loose patience with her, snapping about her indecisive nature. He was right, of course. She looked down at her feet, slightly shamed. Running her fingers through her hair, she chewed on his words momentarily, unsure of how to respond. Finally she gave a small sigh, "Of course I do. I wouldn't be out and about, with you, if I didn't want it. So... I don't know." Her sadness was instantly lifted as he offered to explain the meaning of the word.
It wasn't so much about the word anymore, it was a statement. Molly was ready to grow! Ready to know about the world! Even the things that aren't so nice. All her life she had been surrounded by beautiful things, nice things, proper things. Why, she had never even owned a pair of pants! No, no, no! Skirts were what proper young ladies wore.
And true, some parts of the world were scary, but sometimes you had to deal with problems. In her books, the protagonist wasn't a protagonist because she sat home and worked on her knitting! She was the heroine because she did heroic things, adventures and excitement and romance!
"Yes! Oh, will you?" She said, grabbing his arm in her excitement. Quickly she realeased, staying on her side of the path. He didn't exactly strike her as the touchy feely sort, after all.
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 22, 2011 20:58:48 GMT -5
Her upset mood didn't last long. When he offered to explain the phrase, her eyes lit up instantly and she jumped toward him, clinging to him briefly, before seeming to think better of it and releasing him.
He bit down a smile. She was certainly a fast learner.
"Alright, Cariña. So, a hooker is.." he hesitated, feeling his face flood with warmth again.
"Well, first off, a hooker is something that isn't very respectable.."
This was going to be difficult with her big innocent blue eyes taking in everything.
"A hooker is a woman who..."
She was hanging to his every word. He cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Well, she takes money from people.. who.. er..."
He rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to relax himself. She was just the same as every other girl he had met. Except hopelessly naive.
"She has sex with people if they pay her for it."
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Post by missmolly on Feb 22, 2011 21:48:14 GMT -5
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He seemed to be having some difficulty getting his words out, as she stared at him in anticipation. "Alright, Cariña. So, a hooker is.." Molly looked up, her smile wide a sweet. "Well, first off, a hooker is something that isn't very respectable.." She nodded, understanding this. It felt like he was stalling, and it made her stomach twist impatiently. "A hooker is a woman who..." Alright, now they were getting somewhere! A hooker was a woman whooo.... With an eye roll he finally blurted it out. "She has sex with people if they pay her for it."
Molly stopped suddenly, as if waiting for him to say: GOTCHA! When he did not, her mouth dropped open. Forgetting her english for a moment, Molly began to ramble. "Êtes-vous sérieux? L'ont .... sexe! Pour de l'argent? C'est terrible?" It occurred to her after a moment of waiting for him to respond, that he did not speak French. Probably for the best, she could compose herself. "I mean..." What did she mean? "Oh." Molly continued on her pace, as if her mind was not reeling from the bomb he just dropped.
What kind of world was this? People PAID for sex. During the conversation with her Nanny, Molly had been told it was something for adults to do when they were in love. It was a short conversation, that really left the majority of the blanks to be filled in by Molly's imagination. Deciding she needed to say something more eloquent than 'Oh', she decided to try and put words together. "Well... you're right. That is not very... respectable. You should change the subject to... something else."
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