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 Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 11:06 pm
Today had been too nice not to spend it outside. The sun shone softly across the gardens as a light breeze blew by. It was pleasantly warm, and Remi decided to take Gavin outside to the gardens for the morning. The little hawk boy was somewhere amongst the foliage, probably rolling in the dirt and eating worms. Remi decided not to worry about it, finding a bench to sit on and enjoy the weather.
After a while she felt a bit drowsy. Figuring that she'd hear Gavin if something happened to him, she decided maybe it would be nice to take a nap. Curling onto her side on the bench, she dozed off into a deep sleep. Not necessarily the smartest thing, considering people could be wandering around, but she was tired. Sleep always won out over everything else.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 11:12 pm
Falling asleep in the Compound wasn't so bad; there weren't really many people around who would actively molest her, after all.
Well.
Except one.
After a while, what probably started to rouse Remiyah from her sleep was the thin, irritating brightness of cigarette smoke in her nostrils - convenient second-hand lung cancer right next to her, a strange man right next to her, sitting on the ground next to the bench with his head tilted just enough that he could stare down her top at her bra. He eyed this with a certain sort of scientific satisfaction as he took his cigarette back in his mouth and sucked in a lungful, red dreadlocks spilling over his shoulders, muscled bulk ungainly spawling on the pathway.
"I see Paris, I see France," he said helpfully in response to her fluttering eyelashes, and breathed out curling smoke. "Nice boobs."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 11:19 pm
Remi's nose twitched when the smoke reached her nostrils. What the heck was that? She didn't recall anything being on fire, but this didn't smell like fire smoke. In fact, it smelled like a cigarette.
Her eyes fluttered open to meet the strange man sitting next to her. At his comment, all she could do was blink in confusion. Who was this? She had never seen him before. And he was smoking. Ah, so that's where the smell came from. Had he just said 'nice boobs?'
Wait for it...
"Gahhhh!" she screamed finally, flailing her arms in obvious alarm. The sudden movement caused her to fall off the bench and onto the hard concrete with an 'oof!' It didn't help that this strange, perverted man was also on the ground right next to the bench.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 11:23 pm
It was very unfortunate for Remi, therefore, that instead of smacking herself into nice hard concrete, she fell straight into the strange pervert's lap. The pervert calmly regarded this as if it happened not only every day, but should happen every day.
"Thank you, Jesus," he said, to nobody in particular. "If a guy can't stare at tits on his cig break, then what the ********> is democracy for, huh."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 11:27 pm
Remi nearly panicked when she found herself on a person rather than the ground. Her breathing quickened and she stared up with eyes wide with fear. Who the heck was this?! Obviously a perverted molester. Why else would he be making such crude comments so casually?
"Who...the ******** you?" she managed to ask, too panicked to move. She normally didn't swear, but she figured it was appropriate for this situation. She just hoped Gavin didn't come by and see this. Her toddler didn't need to be mentally scarred by this image.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 11:31 pm
The strange man took the cigarette in his fingers and gave her a big, s**t-eating grin, all red goatee and teeth and possible future restraining order as with the other large hand he gave her the peace sign. "The goddamn Easter Bunny, baby."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 11:40 pm
Pervert, molester, and a nutcase.
Easter Bunny was not a valid answer. She wanted to cry for help. From who? Marc, Hadrian, Tristan...Stephan. Oh god, Stephan would probably rip this guy a new one. Unfortunately, none of the men she'd met on the compound were around. Just this weirdo.
But she still couldn't move for fear and the position she was in.
"How did...you get in...here?" she started to panic again. Maybe this guy was a rapist too. Bad situation. Bad, BAD situation.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 11:47 pm
"My mommy met my daddy and the condom broke," the rapist-molester-nutcase explained, as if she was a tiny child. He took another draw on the cigarette. "The Miracle of Life happened, etc, etc, ********' Batman, etc, etc. If you like I can draw you a goddamn diagram. I got a pencil somewhere around here. Got any paper, Hotlips?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 11:54 pm
Remi's eyes could only get wider as he continued speaking. This man should never be allowed to talk. Ever. Especially not to her. And what was this about 'hotlips?' Now, Remi was never one to get hit on by many guys in her school days, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to handle the few token jerks that came along.
She ellicited a strange, strangled sound of indignant anger, somehow shifting herself off his lap and using the momentum to slap the guy right in the face. Though she was finally off the pervert, she was still breathing heavy.
"...a*****e," she breathed.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 12:01 am
The man's head snapped back as he took the slap; there was a bright red spot at his cheek, and he rubbed it with his free hand. Other than that, he appeared not to really mind the violence.
"We're already gettin' to the dirty talk?" The stranger appeared inappropriately pleased. Actually, the stranger just appeared inappropriate. "********. It's my lucky day. Okay, start telling me about your panties, Cathy. I'll just sit back and say romantic s**t like 'that is so hot' and 'do me ragged'. I knew Johnston moved into this place for the hot, kinky roleplaying chicks."
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 12:07 am
Compared to this guy, Marc was a eunich.
Remi's eyes narrowed angrily. She got ready to strike again if he dared get any closer. She didn't know who Cathy or Johnston was. Frankly, she really didn't want to know. She was too busy mentally concocting a way to castrate this man with a blunt object.
"My name isn't Cathy," she said, almost snarling. "It's Remi. And I don't appreciate you talking that way to me at all."
Okay, maybe not the smartest idea to tell the pervert-molester-rapist your name, but Remi still had a slight bit of naivity when it came to nearly being harrassed. No experience whatsoever on how to handle this.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 2:29 am
"Classy name," the man agreed with her. He wasn't appearing to get any closer, but he was still staring judiciously at her boobs every three seconds or so. "Sounds like you dance on tables for a living. I'm cool with that. 'Remi'. Say it once and it's music playing, etc, etc, ******** am I romantic or what. s**t. Next thing I'll be buying you pizza and a movie. Why do people bother with pizza before sex? It just makes you feel full. Pizza is great after sex. ********. I should start an advice column, Hotlips."
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 8:09 am
Now Remi started blushing. She didn't like the way he spoke to her, or how he looked at her. It just made her uncomfortable. More uncomfortable than she'd ever been before.
"Don't call me that," she spat at him. This guy was more than a jerk. And she was still in close vicinity to him. "And I'd never let you buy me anything."
She fought the urge to bolt back to her apartment. One, Gavin was still somewhere in the gardens and she couldn't leave him with this guy still hanging around. And two, that would tell him where her apartment was. Very bad idea.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 3:21 am
"See, this is going badly," he informed her, hands suddenly under her arms and lifting her up as if she weighed nothing back to the bench - setting her down with surprisingly little molestation, though, unfortunately, he did have the temerity to squeeze her knee as he stood up and loomed over her. "You're soundin' like all my goddamn ex-girlfriends now. I am being romantic. Usually I would not buy pizza. I am ready to buy Pizza Hut. If you are real classy I would buy you Domino's. I'll throw in a soda if you promise me to call me 'Captain' during sex. I'd even let you choose the soda."
He obviously admired this about himself, folding his arms. "********, am I chivalrous or what."
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 8:31 am
She made a startled noise when two strong hands lifted her back up to the bench. Her entire body shivered when he squeezed her knee. She was unused to physical contact like that, so as far as she was concerned he'd just molested her. She only hoped that knee-sqeezing was as far as he was going.
When he towered over her, she gulped. This man was huge. Over a foot taller than she was. There was no way she'd be able to defend herself against that. Pepper spray. That was it. From now on, she was going to carry a can of pepper spray on her person at all times. But for right now, all she could do was stare up at him with eyes wide in fear and breathe rapidly.
"What makes you think I would do...that...with you?" she asked, referring to the whole sex thing. She'd never had sex before, and she wasn't planning on doing it with random strangers. Not exactly her style.
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