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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 19, 2009 23:14:08 GMT -5
"Hey, I know we don't know eachother that well, but why don't you come stay with me? I mean, Cassie and Stephen aren't techincally related, and Cassie came when she was like 10 so its not like we even grew up with her for the first few years. Our house is basically like an orphanage anyways." he said, as he picked up there food and sat down in a booth. "I'm sure my mom and dad would be more than happy to have you." he added, hoping to reel her in.
Alex laughed, shaking his head, "Different- not what I expected. But in a good way. She's hot, and definitely believed in playing hard to get." he laughed, slowing down as he drove his car up main street. Slowing the car down, he squinted, blinking a few times. "Holy shit. I think thats....no, it can't be her..."
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Post by Milk on Jul 19, 2009 23:28:59 GMT -5
Cassie thought about it for a few minutes. "Maybe for a few days or something- I couldn't just abandon my dad though...That's how I learned to cook, so that he can keep alive and as healthy as a drunk can be..." she told him, looking thoughtful though. "Maybe on weekends or something though...Or weedays...I don't know...Maybe."
Robin saw the very nice car slow and pull up on the side, and she was the first whore over there. She strolled around and knocked on the driver's window, giving an alluring smile. "Hey, wanna have a good time?" she asked, smiling. Hillary was inside, laughing her ass off, but she held hands over her mouth to listen to Robing go on. "For 100 dollars, you can take me home all night long..." she suggested. "All I ask is that I can sleep and shower there."
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 19, 2009 23:43:13 GMT -5
Race sighed, expecting that answer from her but nevertheless dissapointed by it. "Alright, well, offer still stands anytime." he said as he popped a fry into his mouth. "So, have you seen tokyo drift, because thats pretty much what the race tonights gonna be like." he said, his eyes shimmering with anticipation.
"Guess someone doesn't play hard to get after all." Race chuckled as he rolled his windows down. "100 dollars, thats it? C'mon now Robin. I've bought pants more expensive than it is to get inside your pants. You know, if you would've just told me this in the first place, I could've paid you the $100 back in home ec and we could've gone into one of the bathroom stalls. You wouldn'tve even had to get all dressed up. For being such an ice queen to your peers, you sure are mighty friendly to strangers." He was NEVER going to let her live this down.
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Post by Milk on Jul 19, 2009 23:48:56 GMT -5
"Yeah, I like that movie," she answered, smiling excitedly. "So this is illegal?" She took a big bite of her burger, giving him a good idea of just how wide she could open her mouth. She swallowed and smiled. "I love burgers."
The pallor of Robin's face and her expression- Priceless. She made a few movements to talk, to scream, to gurgle...It looked like her face was epileptic. Hillary was giggling like mad. Well well well- look who was really the slut. Robin finally settled for glaring. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she snapped, pushing his face away and moving away from the car. God, now she was pissed. And hurt- someone she had started to like knew her dirty secret now.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 19, 2009 23:59:58 GMT -5
"Well, it depends on what you consider illegal." Race chuckled, looking over at her as he popped another fry into his mouth. "I do to. You can't be some good old fashioned american food." Looking down at his watch, he sighed. "Well, we should probably get going if we don't want to be late."
"I could ask you the same question- only me asking the question would be justified, unlike you. I'm just driving down the street, thats all. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for you. Speaking of, how much did you say you were again? 100, right?" Alex asked, pretending to reach into his pocket. "Do you charge extra if its someone you know?" he joked, smirking up at her. "You know, I never figured you as the prostitute type- I always assumed you were too cold and impersonal, but hey, looks like you got us all fooled. Congrats. Shy, quiet girl by day, cheap, easy hooker by night."
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Post by Milk on Jul 20, 2009 0:18:07 GMT -5
Elise gulped her food down really quickly and stood. "alright, lets get on a-going," she said and smiled widely at him. "So...you race...motorcycles mostly?" she asked, scratching her head in curiousity.
Robin felt her cheeks flar up at his preaching. She punched him straight across the nose and then stomped off. Hillary just laughed harder at that- hookers could hit. Robin turned down an alley, wiping her eyes and sniffling and scowling. God, I'm hungry and I'm tired...I want to sleep in a warm place tonight...God, he's such a prick! she thought and wiped her eyes and went to find someone else to service.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 20, 2009 0:42:31 GMT -5
"Yup, motorcycles are my staple, although I'll race cars if they pay me enough." He explained as he got onto the motorycycle again and drove in the direction of the race. "Did you get enough to eat?" he asked as he looked over his shoulder at her.
"Aww, shit! That bitch just gave me a bloody nose!" Alex said, getting up and chasing after Robin. Grabbing her by the arm, Alex spun Robin around so that she was facing him. "Hey! What the fuck was that! I was just joking around! Learn to take a joke, alright!" Wiping the blood off of his face, Alex cursed to himself. "C'mon. Come back to my car with me. I know you must not like doing this- its more of a survival thing for you, right? Look, I get it. You do what you have to in order to survive. You have it hard. Just let me get you some dinner or something to eat, you can come and see my show and I can pay you what you'll be losing while you're there. I can take you home so you'll have time to change." he said, checking his watch. "Where do you live?" he asked, looking up at her.
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Post by Milk on Jul 20, 2009 0:59:08 GMT -5
"Yes," she answered with a perky smile and hugged him again. She nuzzled him again and smiled softly. "This is going to be fun."
Robin glared up at him, grinding her teeth together as he spoke. She felt as if he was belittling her in a way with his 'I get it' attitude. She shrugged her way out of his grasp. "You don't know one fucking thing about me." she growled at him. "I live in a fucking literal hole in the wall. I'm homeless. You go do your fucking show and I'll do my own surviving, I don't need your help!" She glared up at him, thoroughly pissed off, insulted, and ashamed. He'd have to tug her to get her food and money- or at least pay half up front of the 100 she mentioned earlier.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 20, 2009 1:04:27 GMT -5
Alex grabbed onto Robin again, this time more forcefully. "Damn it, Robin. Stop being so stubborn. You were going to take my help- and my money- when you thought I was a random stranger. But now its not alright now that you know its me, huh? Would you get off your god damn high horse and get over yourself enough to realize someone is genuinely trying to help you. No offense, but if you reject people who help you like this, then I can't say I have much sympathy for the situation your in." he said bluntly, shaking his head.
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Post by Milk on Jul 20, 2009 1:19:44 GMT -5
Robin let out a soft noise of surprise at his firmness. She glared at him more, listening again. She tugged against his arms, looking down. She was shaking with anger, and then she was crying very softly. She pushed against him more, tears rolling down her face, her make up smearing. "It's not alright- people who know me pity me," she bit out, obviously ashamed of herself and her life-style. And then she changed her tune. "I want half up front." She didn't look at him, shame coloring her features.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 20, 2009 9:41:23 GMT -5
Alex stood there for a minute, his hand still holding onto her arm but his mind shorting in surprise at what she'd just said. She was crying- in front of him- the ice queen was crying. "Robin, if it makes you feel better I don't pity you." he said earnestly. "In fact, I admire you- not that I'll ever admit that to another living soul. Your a tough girl- most girls, and even guys, couldn't survive out here on the streets like this. You get past all that pride bullshit and do what needs to be done- thats tough." Digging into his pocket, he pulled out all the money he had and handed it to her- about $1,055. "Here. It's not even my money anyways- its my parents. At least you earn yours. I really don't deserve this crap- I don't even do choires." he said, laughing and he shook his head. "Now c'mon, lets get something to eat. I've got credit cards, so I'll just charge it to those." He pulled her towards the car, urging her inside. "Hillary probably has a spare change of clothes for you to use. We're going to a concert, so she probably brought something to change into. That's where we'll be eating- I kind of have a gig there, so yea."
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Post by Milk on Jul 20, 2009 20:40:28 GMT -5
Robin's eyes remained downcast as he handed her his money- surprising her at the amount his parents left him with- and thoughts on something he said. I don't pity you, he said, but he admires me, he said, but he won't tell anyone that...Sure sounds like pity to me. Her eyes narrowed in thought but she kept her mouth shut. Hillary looked at her and looked her over. "Um...Other than the make-up, I don't see how she stands out from how I'd be dressing for concert," she infomred her brother with a chuckle. And pulled out her her outfit- middrift top, jean skirt, and a belt. She handed it to Robin, smiling softly at her. Robin didn't return the kind smile. Hillary moved away. "Such an ice queen...Why do you do that, anyways?" she asked, turning again. "No one will judge me further than 'ice queen' if they don't know me, nor will they pity me,'' she answered quietly. "Emotionally speaking- it's safer, and easier, and less painful." Robin was quiet after that, and Hillary left her alone. Robin spoke again after awhile. "I always thought you were a slut too- but I'm gathering from your underwear-" A flush from Hillary. She'd started her monthly bleeding in school and had brought a change. "-That you're not as slutty as you pretend to be..." She held up the granny panties with mickey-mouse on them. Hillary snatched them up and grew quiet. Robin didn't say anything, but she smiled softly. "Some guys tip well for that kind of act." "...Ew...Didn't need to know that."
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 20, 2009 21:46:01 GMT -5
Alex stayed silent, enjoying the sharp banter between Robin and his sister. Deciding it was finally time for him to chime in, Alex cleard his throat before saying, "Well, Robin- not everyone thinks the way you do- believe it or not. And trust me, we do judge you further than ice queen, thats just the only thing we say to your face. And if you wouldn't mind, stop insulting my sister- whether you want to recognize it or not, your passing the same unfair judgments that your worried people will make about you on her. And, for the record, I don't think theres anything more painful than being alone- which you are." Alex wasn't going to play the nice game with her if she was going to be a bitch to him and his sister when they were trying to help her. If she wanted to be rude to them, she better be able to recieve it. Alex wasn't a believer of being nice to someone just because of their gender or race, and she was no exception.
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Post by Milk on Jul 20, 2009 22:03:56 GMT -5
Robin was silent for awhile, before mumbling an apology to Hillary and looking out the window. Hillary watched her in the rearview mirror, feeling bad for her. She wondered what had happened in the girl's life to lead her to such an horrible way to earn money...Why not a part time job? How was she going to school and such? Where was she living? She hadn't heard about her being homeless yet. Robin pulled her skirt and shirt off, as well as her stockings. She pulled the jean skirt on and middrift top, and then settled back, looking at the hooker garments on the floor. Her curls haloed around her face, and gave the effect of looking younger than she was...But her eyes were distant, and too old. Hillary felt even more for the girl in the back, pursing her lips and looking out the window as well.
Sam looked up as she heard someone knocking on her window. She opened up and was met with her friend, who told her about a 'kicking club' that was open that evening. After rearranging her bed to look like she was in it, and then making sure her mum and dad were in their beds, she slid on a dress and followed her friend out. In a nearby bus-stop, they changed into what they called 'their alternative personalities.' Sam called herself Francesca, and her friend called herself Mary-Anne. Sam's 'Francesca' persona had blond hair with pink highlights (a wig), wore very nice makeup (something she seldom did), and a short strapless dress that showed off the figure normally hidden, stockings, and heals. Her friend wore a lot of leather. They made their way to the area with the club after ditching their church clothes.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 20, 2009 23:01:02 GMT -5
Alex drove the car to the club they were going to perform at, ushering his sister and Robin inside before giving Robin his credit card and telling her to order whatever she wanted before going back stage to prepare for the show. About 15 minutes later once a sizeable crowd had gathered, Alex and his band walked onto the stage. Their band, "Intelligent Mayhem", walked onto stage and quickly started playing their rock n' roll songs. The crowd seemed to like it judging by the applause, though the band only stayed on stage for 30 minutes to make space for the band scheduled to play next. When they got back stage, the clubs owner asked them to come back every friday, this time as a paid band. Ecstatic, Alex quickly pushed his way through the crowd back to Hillary and Robin. "Did you guys like the show?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear. "They asked us to come back! This could be our big break!"
Arriving in front of 'Black Sheep', Race quickly got off of his bike as he met up with the man who was paying him to race his motorcycle and introduced Elise. The street was already mobbed with onlookers, the sun having already gone down and the street lamps lighting up the track. Race was alive, the adrennaline rush pulsing through him. "So, Elise this is my friend and employer, Ramsey. Ramsey, this is my girl Elise. Take good care of her while I'm racing, alright. Give her a good seat!" "Whatever you want, Race." Ramsey replied, knowing you didn't piss of your money source. Race was a talented racer, and his friend- both reasons not to make him mad. If he hadn't been friends with Race before he gained popularity in underworld illegal racing, he probably wouldn'tve been able to get him to race his motorcycle. "Nice to meet you, Elise. Why don't you come with me and I'll get you a good seat while Race gets all geared up." Race waved to her, smiling reassuringly. "Ramsey's my man- you can trust him." he said, winking at Elise as Ramsey's men ushered him into the racing tent and began stripping him down and dressing him in the leather racing gear that showed which person he was racing for.
Opening his eyes, Greg cursed as he reached into his pocket. He had wanted to crash that night, but instead it seemed his friend Jak had gotten himself into some deep shit- he's gambled on a race that had gone down earlier that day, and now he owed some demons some money- more than he had. Reaching into his nightstand, Greg armed himself with a dagger and a glock before racing out the door and towards the area Jak had told him to meet him at.
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