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Post by ROSE MERCER on Feb 22, 2011 1:40:02 GMT -5
There were a few things in the world that Rose Mercer truly enjoyed doing. One, was shopping. Some might even call her addicted, though Rose was certain they were idiots. Given the state of her bank account (hint: single digits), she could not indulge in that particular vice. Her only other option was to work on her car.
Now, looking at Rose, with her slight frame and breast and what have you, one would not expect her to be so in to cars. But truth be told, she couldn't get enough of them. And in her possession is the makings of a fully restored 1969 Dodge Daytona with a 440 HP hemi engine. Even to those who knew nothing of cars, this was impressive sounding. Though, it became considerably less impressive once somebody saw the state of the car. The paint was faded, the passenger door was missing, rust was beginning to over take the hood and trunk, most of the seats were missing. Under the hood was considerably more nice looking, what with it's shiny new engine gleaming like a pearl. With a little TLC, this car was going to be a one damn, fine, automobile. And she wasn't going to deck it out with rims or hydraulics, or whatever shit those cholo's back home are in too. No, she was going to keep it classy and clean.
Music blared loudly from the car's radio, though Rose was barely focusing on that. No, the she was busy under her beast, replacing some corrosive hardware from it's under carriage. Her hands, which were protected by work gloves, were spotted from oil, and a slick of it was going down her thick, brown, braid. In fact, none of her cloths seemed free from the mar of oil and rust stains; from her oversized denim shell, to her white snugly fitted tee shirt, to her denim blue jeans. Her booted legs hung out from beneath the car.
In the midst of her work, Rose was suddenly splatted with a large glob of oil, hitting her dead in the middle of the neck. Jumping at this surprise, she hit her head slightly on something beneath (given the disorientation, she didn't know what), and yelled out loudly: "Hijo de puta!"
Rolling out from beneath the car, she held her head tensely, wondering what time it was. Out the window, the sun was getting the peachy look of a setting sun, and Rose reluctantly decided it was time to throw in the towel. Locking up her baby, she headed up to her apartment. Rose was excited to have her shower, but it was suddenly dampened by the realization that her door was locked. Rose checked her pockets, though she knew they were empty, and gave the doorknob a few experimental shakes.
And what luck, she didn't have her cell phone either. She knew she had a spare key at work, but a bus ride down town, covered in car oil, did not sound appealing. Walking over to her next door, she gave a few doleful knocks, hoping they believed in neighborly consideration.
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 22, 2011 20:34:31 GMT -5
There was nothing like loud music.
Guillermo's favorite thing in the world was loud music. Eminem was blaring over his horrid sound system.
He glanced around the shabby apartment, scowling. Why couldn't he have a well paying job? Then maybe his apartment would be a little more like a home and less like a cave.
There was no furniture except the old couch and a mattress on the floor in the other room. The room with the mattress, which was only described as a bedroom, was a mass grave for clothing. Every so often he made enough to wash all his clothes in one go. The kitchen was fairly well kept, mainly because he barely ever made his own food. He had only a few possessions that were his, and these were hidden within the apartment. The other things, like the stereo, were just things he had gotten with extra money he had scraped together.
He crossed to the kitchen and took a soda out of the fridge. He cracked it open, taking a swallow of acidic caffeine.
There was a knock on his door, quick and soft.
Guillermo groaned and threw the door open, only to find a girl standing there, covered in oil and dirt.
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Post by ROSE MERCER on Feb 22, 2011 21:21:48 GMT -5
 
The music blared from behind the door let Rose know that someone was home, and sure enough a young man answered the door. He was good looking, obviously Hispanic. And apparently annoyed that she had interrupted... whatever he had been doing. "¿Qué demonios?" Well, that was pleasant. At least he spoke Spanish.
"Hey, soy Rose. Yo vivo al lado de usted." Rose said fluently, despite her fair skin and bright blue eyes. Even freckles, beneath the filth. To her great distaste, she had a bit too much of her Father in her. Removing her work gloves, she revealed her clean hands. "Por error, he me cerró la puerta de mi apartamento. Mente si uso el teléfono? Sólo le tomará un momento."
Seeing him look at her messy state, she gave a brief explanation. "Yo estaba trabajando en mi coche. Es sólo un poco de aceite y óxido, no lo voy a conseguir en ninguna parte.." Pulling on her braid, she hoped he would say yes. After all, it would be incredibly annoying to go banging around peoples apartments begging to use the phone.
She looked at the guy, and gave him a smirk. If nothing else, Rose had a nice smile. Who knows, maybe knowing this guy would be worth something to her. Of course, it really all depended if he said yes or not.
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 23, 2011 1:41:04 GMT -5
Guillermo stood staring at this girl in his doorway. He was surprised that she could speak Spanish so well. Nothing about her looked the slightest bit Latina. Part of him wanted to tell her to go the hell away and slam the door in her face. After a brief internal battle, he shrugged.
"Que sea rápido, chola."
He opened the door wider, allowing her entry and muttered,
"La próxima vez, no cierra la puerta."
He took another swig of soda, then motioned at the phone on the wall. He walked over to his stereo and turned the music down so that she could talk and get out. Girls were not always welcome guests in his house. He spent plenty of time at girls' houses, but not at his own. |
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Post by ROSE MERCER on Feb 23, 2011 2:35:35 GMT -5
He seemed to consider for a moment. "Que sea rápido, chola." Oh, well apparently she was interrupting some real serious business. She gave him an exaggerated thankful look, walking into the apartment. Obviously what she was interrupting was not interior decorating. "La próxima vez, no cierra la puerta." He told her, earning a raised eyebrow from her as he motioned to the telephone and turned down the music.
"Usted debe escribir para galletas de la fortuna, con esa sabiduría. Gracias." Rose said, her voice blasse with a hint of sarcasm as she headed towards the phone. A tiny curl edged her lips, though she tried to keep it down. Dialing the number to the Shop, she held it to her ear, and tried not to lean on anything. Not that there was a whole lot to lean on.
The conversation went as such:
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"Hello, this is Fernando." Her Uncles voice came from the other line.
"Oye tío Fernando. ¿Puedes traerme mis llaves de repuesto?" It wasn't the first time she had been locked out of her apartment. Though the oil was a new addition.
Fernando chuckled on the other line. "Bloqueo a ti mismo de nuevo?"
"Acabo de perder tan maldito mucho tío."
"Puedo traer cuando cerca."
"No es de cerca de dos horas más!"
"Sé que cuando cierro la miel. tengo el lugar."
"¿Qué estoy supone que debe hacer durante dos horas?"
"Ven tú mismo las llaves?"
"Estaba trabajando en mi bebé Estoy cubierto de aceite y la mierda -!"
"Usted está cubierto de mierda?"
"No literalmente ..."
"No puedo cerrar temprano porque se atascó de nuevo Excmo. tengo que terminar esta obra antes de terminar."
"Supongo que tendré que encontrar algo mejor entonces."
"Supongo que sí."
"Jesús, ¿podría ser menos útil?"
"Te amo demasiado".
"Sí, sí, te quiero."
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Hanging up, she mouthed 'joder', wanting very much to kick her favorite family member. Composing herself from her anger, she looked at her unhappy host. Flashing him a cool smile, Rose weighed her options. "Por lo tanto, creo que estoy estancado afuera por un rato." Her blue eyes looked at him closely, taking in every feature. He didn't seem to smile much, though his grave face seemed to suit him. Why, he might think her to be flirting with him. Though, perhaps that wasn't too far from the truth. Sometimes, Rose would simply flirt and not even know it.
There, after all, wasn't a whole lot of sensible argument that could sway this guy to let her hand out here. But their sure as hell were a lot of insensible reasons he might want her to stay. Not that Rose was going to sleep with him, but that didn't mean some healthy flirting couldn't be useful. "¿Te importa si me prestas tu ducha, sin nombre? Sería sólo un minuto."
She was suddenly interested in how he would respond. And perhaps not interested enough in what she would do if he said no. Being not the most personable person in the world, it wasn't like she had a great deal of friends. Sitting in the hallway, covered in oil and grease, did not sound very pleasant. It suddenly occurred to her that she had forgotten her manners. In what was obviously an afterthought, she added: "Por favor?"
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 23, 2011 20:32:33 GMT -5
He didn't really listen as she chatted over the phone. Guillermo let his dark eyes rake over her unabashedly.
She was small, pretty pale and slight. If he hadn't the oil to prove that she was fixing cars, he'd never have believed it. His eyes came to rest on her face. Pale and thin, framed by dark waves of hair. Her eyes were light too, blue. She seemed like she was underestimated constantly, thought delicate, only to show up the challenger.
"Por lo tanto, creo que estoy estancado afuera por un rato."
Despite the fact that this irritated him, he felt slightly pleased as well. Company was something he nearly despised, but he felt like this girl was more like him than most others.
"¿Te importa si me prestas tu ducha, sin nombre? Sería sólo un minuto."
"¡Por supuesto! Para que conste, soy Guillermo. Will, if you like." He couldn't believe he just said this strange girl could take a shower in his house. Él estaba loco.
"Just so you know, I've only got one towel. And a messy bathroom."
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Post by ROSE MERCER on Feb 23, 2011 21:25:46 GMT -5
"¡Por supuesto! Para que conste, soy Guillermo. Will, if you like." He said, with a surprising geniality. Guillermo, but goes by Will. Interesting. In a second of consideration, Rose decided she liked Guillermo better. "Just so you know, I've only got one towel. And a messy bathroom." Did she detect a tone? Perhaps this would be interesting.
"Gracias. And, um, I'm Rose. El cuarto de baño va a estar bien, estoy seguro. Me aseguraré de que la toalla se cuelga cuando estoy por hacer." Giving him a quick wink, she headed down the hall for the bathroom, beginning to strip down the layers of clothing as she walked. The messy bathroom he had described was truly in much better condition than she had expected. Of course her own bathroom was strewn with cloths she had decided not to wear, and make up. His just had a few cloths on the floor and the cap off the tooth paste.
Starting the shower, she finished getting undressed and stepped in, the water near scalding hot. Being that this Guillermo was indeed man, his soaps lacked the usual fruity perfume that Rose was accustomed too. Her legs were still smooth from her shower this morning, and really all that was necessary was to scrub the oil off from her. Undoing the braid, Rose scrubbed her hair, humming to herself absently, and thinking.
This Guillermo was obviously surprised that the seemingly Caucasian girl could speak Spanish. It was a great irritation to Rose that her Brazilian identity was so clouded by her Father's ancestry. Perhaps she'd explain, if she had the mind too. Rinsing the conditioner out of her hair, she reinspected the locks for grease, before scrubbing down her body thoroughly. The cloths had taken most of the filth, which turned her mind to what she would do when she got out of the shower.
It would be amusing, to see his face, with her walking out of the shower in a towel. Though she did not make it a conscious goal, Rose found herself wanting to really get a look of surprise out of her host. Giving her body a once over, she was finally satisfied with her cleanliness, and turned the shower off.
Stepping out, she grabbed the towel off the back of the door, and wrapped it around her slim hipped body. Her thick brown hair clung, wetly, around her face, though it did loosen as she ran her fingers through it a few times. Rose's face, now clean, revealed her light sprinkling of freckles that speckled the bridge of her nose. Her skin was revealed to be fair, though with a slight creamy tan. She was pretty, in her own right. Perhaps not the stereotypical, blue eyed, blond haired, beauty. But she was certainly around an eight, in her opinion.
With a deep breathe, Rose walked out into the living room, still covered by the towel, and sat on the opposite side of the couch. "Gracias. Realmente necesitaba eso." She spoke with a confidence that one would expect from, well, someone wearing cloths in a friends house; as oppose to one wearing a towel in a strangers house. She looked around the apartment lazily. "Did you just move in?"
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 23, 2011 22:36:01 GMT -5
Guillermo tried not to look as she instantly began stripping while she walked down the hall. Damn.
He turned his music up louder, trying to drown out the sound of the shower. This girl he didn't know was in his shower. Using his soap and everything. Right down to the towel.
Eventually, he heard the door open, even over the loud music and raised his eyebrows as she walked in. With just his towel on.
Awkward.
"Ay Dios mío."
He didn't even hear what she said to him. Her hair was still wet, dripping onto her shoulders and down-
No. No way in hell.
He looked away from her as she asked about his residence.
"I've lived here for a few months, but I'm almost never here."
He didn't trust himself to look at her too much, so he was pissed at himself for not putting up posters or something to occupy his vision.
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Post by ROSE MERCER on Feb 23, 2011 23:05:41 GMT -5
It took a little work not to laugh as he fidgeted in his own discomfort. Not that she was sadistic or anything. It was just... cute. He answered her, staring forward as if his life depended on it. "I've lived here for a few months, but I'm almost never here." Well that would explain why she hadn't noticed him. Testingly, she crossed her legs, exposing a bit of thigh where the towel cloth met. It wasn't about what you showed, oh no, it was about what you kept hidden, nodding as if equally awkward.
The water in her hair dripped down her body, becoming steadily uncomfortable do to it become cold. Nothing of much consequence to Rose, who actively wore shorts (with leggings or thick tights of course) during the winter. Combing her hair with her fingers, she attempted to make conversation. "Oh, well, it's nice." It wasn't exactly a lie. It wasn't un-nice. Rose's own apartment was littered with cloths, purses, shoes; many with the tags still on. Her furniture was nice, not matching, but still had a certain flow. Not dirty, but certainly not tidy.
She stared at him, her dark blue eyes examining his profile, her expression blank. "¿Estoy haciendo sentir incómodo?" Her tone was not exactly filled with concern, but more a bored curiosity. "Yo podría ir a poner la ropa sucia de nuevo, si esto le molesta. No creo exactamente que quieres que yo sentado en tu sofá ..." She smirked, not bothering to hide a slight bit of amusement.
Sitting back into her corner, she waited patiently for an answer. He was cute, aloof, his taste in music wasn't awful. This could perhaps be someone she could stand to be around on occasion. And this was rare. Her eyebrow raised, her face taking on her usual state of monotone.
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 23, 2011 23:22:11 GMT -5
"Oh, well, it's nice."
He scoffed a little. Yeah, not exactly nice. More like convenient.
"¿Estoy haciendo sentir incómodo?"
"No, estoy bien."
"Yo podría ir a poner la ropa sucia de nuevo, si esto le molesta. No creo exactamente que quieres que yo sentado en tu sofá ..."
She gave him a smirk and he grinned back at her. He was not nicknamed "Diablillo" for nothing
"¿Quieres un poco de mi ropa para vestir, por lo que no tiene que ensuciar de nuevo? Si yo estuviera en esta posición, creo que sería muy incómodo, que en el apartamento de un tipo de vestido sólo con una toalla."
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Post by ROSE MERCER on Feb 24, 2011 0:21:23 GMT -5
Her smile faltered, slightly, and only for a moment, when he returned the grin. "¿Quieres un poco de mi ropa para vestir, por lo que no tiene que ensuciar de nuevo? Si yo estuviera en esta posición, creo que sería muy incómodo, que en el apartamento de un tipo de vestido sólo con una toalla." Was he playing with her? Her grin replanted on her face, matching his stare exactly. His words were friendly enough, but some part of Rose felt like he was challenging her. Was he trying to get her to say she was uncomfortable. Even if this was not, Rose's natural paranoia kicked in.
Oh no. He wasn't getting the better of her.
"Yo no me importa. No es como estoy desnuda. Quiero decir, yo estoy cubierto. Y no me gusta abusar de su hospitalidad más." Her voice was silky, despite the nonchalant tone. The eye contact was almost tense, and her smile curled cleverly at the corners. "Pero si no te importa, entonces yo tampoco." Semantics was the name of this particular game, and in no way was she going to say she had any amount of discomfort, even as the goose bumps began to sprout on her creamy skin, or as the urge to smoke began to overwhelm her.
No, she was stronger. And she would prove it, even if he was completely unaware that she was proving something. Her blue eyes finally broke, looking lazily around, staring at the stereo system as if examining it. Suddenly her eyes flashed back up at him. "Y tal vez un cigarrillo, si usted tiene uno." A lithe, and short, laugh escaped her slightly.
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 24, 2011 1:52:37 GMT -5
"Yo no me importa. No es como estoy desnuda. Quiero decir, yo estoy cubierto. Y no me gusta abusar de su hospitalidad más."
Her voice caressed him in a strange way that made him shudder lightly. She grinned and he decided that he liked her smile. It was incredible how hers was so like his.
She was throwing it right back at him. He should have known.
"Pero si no te importa, entonces yo tampoco."
"Estoy bien, Cariña." Guillermo's smile was positively devilish now.
Uncomfortable?
There was a girl in only a towel, sitting casually in his apartment like she owned it. The only thing making him uncomfortable was the fact that he couldn't just push her up against the wall and-
NO. Luckily, she chose this time to speak again.
"Y tal vez un cigarrillo, si usted tiene uno."
He shrugged and pulled a pack from his pocket, tossing it to her.
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Post by ROSE MERCER on Feb 24, 2011 2:15:49 GMT -5
"Estoy bien, Cariña." So, he wasn't going to bend then? Well that was fine with her. Her headed cocked slightly at being called Cariña. Whatever. No skin off her shoulders. Her shuddering shoulders. She groaned a little internally, though she knew the shivers would go away. Damn hot shower. He tossed her the pack of cigarettes, his mind seeming to be elsewhere. "Just keep the whole thing. I'm attempting to quit. I have no motivation though." Well, lucky her. She smiled, though bit her lip at the lack of a lighter. Standing up, clutching her only piece of clothing to herself tightly, she walked into the kitchen and lit the cigarette off the stove.
"So," Rose said, still in the kitchen, inhaling the sweet nicotine. "If you have no motivation, why are you quitting?" She came back into his view, but decided to stand, leaning against the wall. She decided to guess a loud, almost to herself, as if working out the complicated puzzle that was Guillermo. "You're health? No, no es eso. You're Padre doesn't approve? No. No es eso tampoco."
Rose's tugged on her drying hair, wishing it would hurry up a bit. If he was going to be stubborn, and she was going to refuse to relent, she could at least do without the constant dripping. Rose looked up at him, smirking in a sudden success. "Alright! I got it." She paused, taking a deep inhale. "Te gusta un desafío." The tone of flirtation was in her voice, and lingered in the air like a fog, as she looked away and took another drag off her cigarette. A line of smoke escaped her lips, curling seductively before dispersing into nothing. She watched it momentarily, wondering where she should ash.
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Post by GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ on Feb 24, 2011 2:37:37 GMT -5
Guillermo listened to her guesses, amused. His health was something that he never really cared about. Besides, if he was ever sick or hurt, he just dealt with it. And his father.. Well, he probably wouldn't approve, but that had never stopped him before.
"Alright! I got it. Te gusta un desafío."
He smirked back at her, impressed.
"Bingo, Morena-Nena. It's not so much that I want to, it's just the proof to myself that I can. I'm sure you can understand that."
He watched as her shoulders shook slightly. He rubbed his chin with his hand, then ran the hand through his tousled hair. She was too proud to give up.
Guillermo stood and silently walked to his room. He returned with a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt.
He tossed them into her lap, not even giving an explanation. She could sit and freeze and drip, or she could put on the clothes and chill out. (this is his apparel, by the way: images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3700000/Luke-Pasqualino-luke-pasqualino-3709806-510-383.jpg ) |
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Post by ROSE MERCER on Feb 24, 2011 3:07:51 GMT -5
"Bingo, Morena-Nena. It's not so much that I want to, it's just the proof to myself that I can. I'm sure you can understand that." His smirk was charming, in a way. She smiled in return, her cigarette hovering over her lips momentarily. Before she could respond though, he vanished, into what she could only assumed was his bedroom. Was he expecting her to follow? He'd have to be crazy, to think it would be that eas-
But no, he returned, tossing her cloths. She stared at them, wondering if this counted as a retreat, or if he was making a chance for her to pull back more tempting. With a drip trickling down her spine, she decided he was the one who was backing down. "Gracias." She said in passing, making her way down the hall, her cigarette dangling from her pink lips. While it would be amusing to watch his eyes pop out of his head in shock by her dressing right in front of him, she didn't think they were quite there yet.
Ashing in the toilet, she dressed herself quickly, her cigarette never leaving her lips. It was a well toned skill, worked on since she was fifteen. She had to pull the strings around her slim waist tightly, to keep them from sliding off her butt, and they dangled just above her knee. The shirt was aged, but comfortable, and hung off her shoulders like a cape. Using the towel, she soaked up the excess water, her thick brown hair gaining more body steadily, waving down just passed her shoulder blades.
Returning back out of the bathroom, she gave him a grin, and struck a pose. "How do I look, Yeguada?" She gave a light laugh before sitting down, looking at Guillermo, suddenly bored. "Así que ... ¿y ahora qué?" She asked, taking another draft from her cigarette, frowning at how quick it was going.
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