Post by cutiepuppyfire on Oct 10, 2016 1:30:35 GMT
She spotted a man in a long tan trench coat standing underneath a street light. From the corner of her greyish blue eyes, she noticed a glint coming from his left pocket; by the looks of it, it looked like a Rolex. A shiny silver watch with, as much as she could glance at it, it looking like the tag was still on; either he stole it himself or he had just bought it from the pawn shop down the road. The woman then loosened her hair, tying it into a single side ponytail, put in a set of gilded contacts, opened a few buttons on her shirt, revealing the tops of her large breasts and emerged from the alleyway. “Hello there, stranger.” She leaned against the brick wall and arched her back. There was no response from the man, so she whistled and kicked up her leg. That seemed to get his attention, for he looked around for the source of the sultry whistle. She, noticing the cues, strutted towards him and cleared her throat. “I said, ‘hello there, stranger’.”
“Oh,” the man finally turned around and couldn’t help but stare at the woman in front of her. She looked at least in her early twenties and seemed pretty familiar. “Labia… is that you?”
The woman smirked, in knowledge that a simple loosening of a few buttons and a different eye color would make her a completely different person. “Gee, I knew people like you can get starstruck, but not enough to fail to recognize me, kid. I barely know who you are.”
“The name’s Ralph,” his reddish-brown curly hair began to spike in excitement in seeing one of his favorite prostitutes throw her long leg onto his shoulder, arch her back, and pick at his pants and trench coat. She pulled the man down with her and sucked on his face into a deep kiss, fully aware of the contents of the jacket spilling onto the floor.More specifically, the brand new watch that slipped onto her wrist. After a round of debauchery, the woman left Ralph in the alleyway as she strutted farther down the street for her next customer...
“Miss Enoshima,” Junko’s eyes diverted from the lone window of her room to stare at the lady in front of her. “Do you remember anything at all about last night? We didn’t see you in your room after curfew and, you’ve had the tendency for sneaking out in the past,” the nurse hesitated as she stared into the seemingly lifeless grey-blue orbs of her patient.
“I am afraid not, ma’am.” She closed her eyes and feigned an air of forgetfulness. “Last time, you’ve recorded any instance of that was a few years ago.”
“That is true, but things like this have happened randomly in the past. As of last month, you were wandering outside your room after curfew.”
“You’re asking a diagnosed amnesiac if she remembers anything…” Junko tilted her head to one side, keeping the blank expression that she had for the past few days. “Really, were you using your head there, Miss Ph.D.”
“Miss Enoshima?” another nurse peeked her head in the room, “There’s someone out here waiting to see you.”
“Is this really the time for a visit?” The first nurse complained, “Junko is having one of her… episodes.” Both covered their ears as their patient started laughing.
“She claims to be family. A cousin, per say...” The second nurse sighed and reluctantly left the potentially unstable patient behind in the room.
As the nurses exited, a tall blonde woman entered the dismal room. Despite her instability, Junko managed to figure out something was off about her ‘relative’; she remembered nothing regarding the woman who walked in. That was to be expected for a diagnosed amnesiac, but this was different. Anyone with long blonde hair trailing behind her back is sure to be remembered. “So, what’s your deal, Rapunzel?” Junko stood up and closed the door behind the stranger.
“I was going to ask the same thing, Junko.” The blonde retorted. “Wait, how’d you know my name?”
“How’d you know mine?”
“Touche.”
“And to answer your question, lucky guess.”
“Then you guessed correctly, Miss Enoshima,” Rapunzel glanced around the holding room. It was dark and quite cramped. Sure, the inhabitant was senile, but no one deserved to be in such an isolated area. “I’m going to make a deal with you. I’ll get you out of here, but on one condition.” She smirked as she watched the teenager’s Cheshire Cat grin fade into almost nothing. “What did you do with the watch?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re not fooling anyone with that. Believe me, I’ve used this exact strategy when Interpol comes around. Playing dumb doesn’t always work, sweetheart.”
“How the hell do you do that?”
“I’ve got experience with conning others. Now, what happened with the watch?”
Junko sighed and explained her exploits, “Ugh, the usual thing I do. I went to the nearest pawn shop, sold it for a couple hundred dollars and then I treated myself with half of a turkey sandwich from the nearest cafe. The other half was given to some homeless man. No big deal.”
“What else did you do with the money? You know you can’t just spend a couple hundred dollars on one sandwich.”
“Okay, you caught me,” she overdramatically swooned and feigned being distraught over her exploits. “I also spent it on some water bottles for me and some other patients here. Come and take me away, officer! You’ve caught me.” Her tone shifted to her original monotone. “Seriously, have you seen this place? We’re constantly running low on stuff; it’s almost like an affiliate of Cinch ran this. Only taking amusement over the schizophrenics and absolute mad men like me in here…”
“Junko, you definitely need some fresh air.” Rapunzel moved towards the window and started opening it to it’s farthest position. “Come with me, fellow grifter. We’re getting out of here.” She climbed through the large escape hole and grabbed the rest of her trailing hair. The asylum inmate smiled and followed her. Maybe she could gain something from this.
“Oh,” the man finally turned around and couldn’t help but stare at the woman in front of her. She looked at least in her early twenties and seemed pretty familiar. “Labia… is that you?”
The woman smirked, in knowledge that a simple loosening of a few buttons and a different eye color would make her a completely different person. “Gee, I knew people like you can get starstruck, but not enough to fail to recognize me, kid. I barely know who you are.”
“The name’s Ralph,” his reddish-brown curly hair began to spike in excitement in seeing one of his favorite prostitutes throw her long leg onto his shoulder, arch her back, and pick at his pants and trench coat. She pulled the man down with her and sucked on his face into a deep kiss, fully aware of the contents of the jacket spilling onto the floor.More specifically, the brand new watch that slipped onto her wrist. After a round of debauchery, the woman left Ralph in the alleyway as she strutted farther down the street for her next customer...
“Miss Enoshima,” Junko’s eyes diverted from the lone window of her room to stare at the lady in front of her. “Do you remember anything at all about last night? We didn’t see you in your room after curfew and, you’ve had the tendency for sneaking out in the past,” the nurse hesitated as she stared into the seemingly lifeless grey-blue orbs of her patient.
“I am afraid not, ma’am.” She closed her eyes and feigned an air of forgetfulness. “Last time, you’ve recorded any instance of that was a few years ago.”
“That is true, but things like this have happened randomly in the past. As of last month, you were wandering outside your room after curfew.”
“You’re asking a diagnosed amnesiac if she remembers anything…” Junko tilted her head to one side, keeping the blank expression that she had for the past few days. “Really, were you using your head there, Miss Ph.D.”
“Miss Enoshima?” another nurse peeked her head in the room, “There’s someone out here waiting to see you.”
“Is this really the time for a visit?” The first nurse complained, “Junko is having one of her… episodes.” Both covered their ears as their patient started laughing.
“She claims to be family. A cousin, per say...” The second nurse sighed and reluctantly left the potentially unstable patient behind in the room.
As the nurses exited, a tall blonde woman entered the dismal room. Despite her instability, Junko managed to figure out something was off about her ‘relative’; she remembered nothing regarding the woman who walked in. That was to be expected for a diagnosed amnesiac, but this was different. Anyone with long blonde hair trailing behind her back is sure to be remembered. “So, what’s your deal, Rapunzel?” Junko stood up and closed the door behind the stranger.
“I was going to ask the same thing, Junko.” The blonde retorted. “Wait, how’d you know my name?”
“How’d you know mine?”
“Touche.”
“And to answer your question, lucky guess.”
“Then you guessed correctly, Miss Enoshima,” Rapunzel glanced around the holding room. It was dark and quite cramped. Sure, the inhabitant was senile, but no one deserved to be in such an isolated area. “I’m going to make a deal with you. I’ll get you out of here, but on one condition.” She smirked as she watched the teenager’s Cheshire Cat grin fade into almost nothing. “What did you do with the watch?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re not fooling anyone with that. Believe me, I’ve used this exact strategy when Interpol comes around. Playing dumb doesn’t always work, sweetheart.”
“How the hell do you do that?”
“I’ve got experience with conning others. Now, what happened with the watch?”
Junko sighed and explained her exploits, “Ugh, the usual thing I do. I went to the nearest pawn shop, sold it for a couple hundred dollars and then I treated myself with half of a turkey sandwich from the nearest cafe. The other half was given to some homeless man. No big deal.”
“What else did you do with the money? You know you can’t just spend a couple hundred dollars on one sandwich.”
“Okay, you caught me,” she overdramatically swooned and feigned being distraught over her exploits. “I also spent it on some water bottles for me and some other patients here. Come and take me away, officer! You’ve caught me.” Her tone shifted to her original monotone. “Seriously, have you seen this place? We’re constantly running low on stuff; it’s almost like an affiliate of Cinch ran this. Only taking amusement over the schizophrenics and absolute mad men like me in here…”
“Junko, you definitely need some fresh air.” Rapunzel moved towards the window and started opening it to it’s farthest position. “Come with me, fellow grifter. We’re getting out of here.” She climbed through the large escape hole and grabbed the rest of her trailing hair. The asylum inmate smiled and followed her. Maybe she could gain something from this.