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Juan and Marie
Time: Evening
Location: The Mansion
Interaction: @Meleck
The house was everything that Marie dreamed about. The den had a television set as big as her bed back home. There were real books in a room they called the library. She had her own room on the second floor overlooking a kidney-shaped pool. The house was big, fancy, and there was good food. For the first time in her life, there were real live servants to take care of them.
Marie sat in the bay window near a fireplace wearing an off-white princess dress and brushed her hair. She had been in a Bikini that was small enough that her momma would have been blushing all the way from Chicago. She also had ordered jeans and shirts, dress clothes were a bit foreign to her.
In her mind, this was a dream come true. She was fully under Jason's spell.
Juan had a room across from Marie. In his mind, the house was too big, too loud, and not his home yet. He had buried his head into a screen trying to adapt to this new place. He ate at the table and tried hard not to be noticed by the staff. There was even a lady that said she was a special education teacher to help him transition and learn. She was nice, but his time in school had taught him to be leary of new teachers. Some were mean, others were just cruel, a few were nice, all were too busy. This one came and went spending time with him and showing him things he wanted to learn most of the time. Her name was Nancy. At times, she did the standard things special ed teachers do, trying to figure out what he was capable of. Juan tried to play his cards close to his chest but his eyes and body language gave him away. He did not want to give more of his mental capabilities away than he had to. Being smart meant more homework.
Mr. Jason also helped him to calm his mind down enough that he could even smile at Nancy. This was a rare event, smiling at teachers.
Juan really wanted to be useful for Mr. Jason. Marie had started calling Jason that. Juan thought it was strange, but he did not like being scolded by her. What surprised Juan was that Mr. Jason let him come and go as he wanted, well within reason. His first outing was to the McDonalds three blocks away. Free food and he was back. His third outing netted him a military laptop, one of their radios, a camo jacket, and pants - too big, a patrol pack, and a helmet. He liked wearing the uniform even though it hung off him. He wore it down to dinner.
On his fifth outing, he brought home a million-dollar cashier's check with no name. In his seventh outing, he brought home three puppies from the pet store. He thought about bringing home a teenage girl from the mall, but could not figure out how to do that. The puppies like him better anyways.
All of these things, minus the uniform and the puppies he placed on Mr. Jason's desk.
Marie felt the push to trust Jason as did Juan and she followed. In her head, it was like she was a teenage girl who had been dropped at the Mall of America without adults and with a pile of other peoples’ credit cards. It wasn’t like she wanted to steal the stuff, mostly. She did want to make a better life for herself and make sure that Juan was safe.
Juan on the other hand found the first person that could actually understand him. It was scary and exhilarating. Juan was also a bit sad. He wanted to steal the marine’s helmet, jacket, and backpack. They looked cool and military stuff was discouraged in the toxic estrogen-enriched environment he grew up in.
After they got on the train and it started moving, A Hispanic Young Man about eighteen years old came over to her and started to play his machismo card.
“¡Hola Chica! Debes ser nuevo por aquí. Tal vez necesites ayuda para mostrarte los alrededores,” He said letting his tattoos on his arms and his chest show along with the bling he wore.
His hand signs indicated that he was a member of the Latin Kings. Marie smiled as she stood up letting her body draw his eyes. Guy’s were stupid when they were not thinking with their brains.
As the train stopped at the next station Marie shifted her body. She let her breasts and hips speak and then in a very sexy voice said, “¡Hola!” She walked towards the man and right before the doors were too close, both her hands came up, there was a flip of the hair and with a twist of her body. Spanish words come from her mouth telling him she wasn’t that kind of girl as she shoved him out the train door and ending with a fiery, “Vete a la mierda!” He stumbled and fell grabbing for her arm. As the doors of the train closed, She gave him a double bird salute (flipped him off with both hands) while holding the handle of Sig 320 sub-compact 9mm handgun. She did her best to hide it from the train’s security camera. There was some cheering and a bit of laughter at what had happened. She only took the gun because she did not want him to shoot at the passenger car.
This was the kindest thing she had done to a gangster since seventh grade. Since that time four of her former girlfriend all had children of their own. She knew the score. She also knew it wouldn’t have worked either. He was Mexican and she was Puerto Rican, two totally and very different cultures. She also did not want the slum life for her children when she had them.
She hid the gun as she went back to her seat and sat down. She tucked the gun inside her purse. She smiled at Juan and put an arm around him. She smiled at Jason in her with a “Yeah, I’m a street rat princess,” a bit of I am dangerous, a healthy dose of you can’t control me, and a touch of come hither in case anyone was watching.
Jason was a nice-looking man and not that much older than she was. He dressed like he had money and spoke like he was educated.
He was much better than the street punks and want-to-be’s that seemed to be drawn to her. Her fashion sense screamed I am on the market, heavily influenced by MTV and the media. She was dressed in a range that was a step up from urban hooker and below a modest suburban catholic school.
Inside Juan was fuming at not being able to protect Marie. Juan held a lot of anger inside as everyone knew what he was going to do. In reality, he was not sure what he wanted to do to the gangster. Like sex, sometimes the fantasy of violence is better than the real thing.
Juan did a much better job of watching the car and Jason. He had spent most of his life looking at one thing and watching other things. The episode of how it’s made was going over security lock boxes like the ones in banks. He did not think he could pick a vault lockbox. But knowing there were two keys was good information.
Two rows back on the left-hand side of a car, a man had his video phone up and it looked like he was recording something. He might be using one of the new recognition apps to see if it matches anyone in the altered human database. This he could do something about.
After Jason got up to get off the train Juan stalled for a second. Marie was up and encouraging Juan to hurry. The man let Marie go to the door and he followed slightly behind and to the left of the man. Juan with his left hand reached out and grabbed Marie’s right inner thigh giving it a squeeze. This got her to scream and turn around swinging. She cold-cocked the man with a right hook. It was a sucker punch and it just about dropped him. As he bent over from the blow, Juan pulled his cellular phone from his jacket pocket and palmed it, moving to get off the train. He tugged at Marie who was ready to go-toe-to toe with the man who looked in shock as a few other people jumped in to protect Marie from the pervert. Marie managed to get off before the doors closed. He was detained by the crowd till the transit police could question him. Juan gave a little smile as the screen saver said Purity.