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Post by Jo on Aug 3, 2007 22:48:19 GMT -5
A young woman sat across from what could be the most influencial man. He could ultimately determine what her career would turn out as. He was tall standing at 6'3 and what she guessed 180 pounds. He was looked to be a retired boxer; still in peak physical condition.
" Your name miss?" another man asked.
" My name is Audrey Loren" she answered kindly to him. " And your date of birth is?". " Itz December thirty first, ninteen venty ( december 31, 1920)" she shifted her left leg to over lap her other.
"You killed her didn't you? You hated her so much that you resulted in stabbing Doris Smith" the previous man said in a snarl. His hands slammed down onto the oak table.
" Az I told you before offizer I do not know vhat you are talking about" the french born woman looked at him. " Just answer the damn question!" the man seethed. A vien stood out, slightly blue. She assumed that it meant he was angry.
" Very vell" she started, " I vaz valking home from Harlow vhen I zeen her body. She was sprawlled out on ze zide valk. Naked az ze day she came into this vorld. And that vaz all I know, after zat I phoned ze polize. Monsier may I pleaze go now?" the french woman asked.
" You can go now missy. But watch your fucking ass. I know I'll be seeing you again" he barked. She merely brushed the man off as another arrogant american prick. She got up from her seat and and exited through the door being held from the nicer of the two men. She had to do a bit of paperwork before leaving but she did.
Now being around 4am the woman walked home to catch a few hours of sleep before she had work at 9am.
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Post by B on Aug 3, 2007 23:29:46 GMT -5
Two soldiers spoke freely on a large military transport plane heading for New York. "I was shot in the shoulder.. And I thought I was gonna die! But this black boy.. Um... Devon! Yeah, that's his name; picked me up and drug me back to base." A dark brown haired, brown eyed man in his early twenties said as his companion laughed.
"You got saved by a nigger? That must've really made you look bad." The man's companion, who looked to be around the same age also with dark brown hair though a bit longer than the other, said in his southern accent. "I pulled myself back to base with a bullet in the shin. I aint need no nigger."
"Come on Josh, I was shot in the shoulder. The man saved me before I coulda died." The first one spoke up again. "He talked to me after, he's an ok man."
Josh raised an eyebrow. "That's what I like about you Shawn, you have a nice heart, but don't forget who's superior to them black sheep." He said and Shawn decided to try and change the subject.
"I can't wait until I get back. My momma and sister are gonna be so surprised." Shawn said with an anxious expression. Josh only laughed. "You're lucky you live in New York, I hafta take another trip down to Texas before I can see my soon-to-be wife, Martha." The two continued until they had to part at the airport. From there Shawn took a taxi to his home where he knocked several times without getting any answer. "Momma? Doris?" Shawn asked still without answer.
Shawn's father commit suicide during the depression age. Just recently after Shawn enlisted into the army did his mother finally succeeded in picking things up though they still lived in a small, dirty apartment.
"It's late... Why aren't they home?" Shawn asked himself and in the end shook his head and left. It was a good thing he had money so that he could rent a hotel. From there he decided to rest.
(Yay, crappiness. =D)
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Post by Jo on Aug 3, 2007 23:48:35 GMT -5
The young petite woman got up a few hours later. Changing into her 'outfit'. It was a sexy red dress. She had to bring in the men somehow. Audrey's previous worked in the Century hotel was as a pianist until two years ago when she entered as the mysterious french jazz singer Audrey, she dropped her last name to make her more mysterious. Many of the men who recently came back from the war were lining up to listen to her rendition of Why Don't you Do Right?
This caused her to become a local celebrity. And if her name got into the press she would also be linked as a possible murderer of some american girl, a Doris Smith. As every other aspiring singer she flirted with every man as possible incase he could enlist her to a major recording company.
She walked to the hotel. Her long and luxurious red hair set her apart from other bimbo's trying to get some extra cash. Her expressive light green eyes softer then the rest of her fake persona.
Finally the red head reached her destination. Chatting to her fat cat manager. He promised her to become just as famous as Lady Day, Billie Holiday, but that was a long time ago. At first she had not known the social differences between the blacks and white here in New York. She first told Charlie Lewis about her parentage. At first he nicknamed her the Whitest black girl in all of Harlem. The man quickly dropped it infront of any potential business.
The girl came from a middle class french family. Her father was some nigger that her mother chased. And thankfully she turned out to become white as the snow that fell from the sky. They finally moved from Paris, France to New York, USA.
Audrey settled down at the piano and played a few diddy's for the morning drunks until the band came. They usually arrived midday.
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Post by B on Aug 4, 2007 0:10:37 GMT -5
The weather in New York was so much better than France. Not that France had bad weather, but the carnage and death seemed to change such things. When Shawn had awaken he got into his civilian clothes. As he walked through the halls of the hotel he began hearing an enchanting pianist. He continued down the stairs until he arrived at the hotel's lounge. It was a nice place besides the many drunks.
Shawn decided that it was early and if his family was out late the other night they probably wouldn't be awake right now so he decided to have a seat. A woman came by asking if he would like a drink, Shawn nodded and she brought him a cold beer. He decided that that would all he would have though.
He just sat and listened, taking careful sips out of his beer slowly so that he wouldn't get buzzed and probably make a fool of himself when he would see his family. The woman playing was beautiful though he had been out too long and didn't know who she was.
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Post by Jo on Aug 4, 2007 0:31:47 GMT -5
Slowly a small crowd started to come. She spotted one man from the corner of her eye, in her opinion he was the most physically attractive man there. The red headed french woman decided to sing early and sing a capella (without instrumental music). She slowly rose from the black bench and sauntered over to his table.
"You had plenty of money in 1922.
You let other women make a fool of you.
Why don't you do right,
like some other men do?" Her sultry vocals resonated in the dimly lit room. Audrey incorporated some naughty movements into this act. She bent her knees and moved them to the right of her as the rest of her body seemed to be stilled poetry. Then just as slow as she descended to the ground she moved herself into an upright position but only after she showcased her best assets. Her breasts and her lovely behind. Her gaze shifted from man to man, always leaving out the army man.
" Get out of here,
get me some money too". Her stare finally settled on him. Such an intense and sexual tension began to rise in the room. She continued to glide herself amoung the many patrons until she rested her bottom on the man's table. She hoped a little to seat herself on his table. Her hand slowly brushing against his cheek.
" You're sittin down and wonderin what it's all about.
If you ain't got no money, they will put you out.
why don't you do right,
like some other men do?". she layed down on the wooden furniture and swing herself to stare at his face.
"Get out of here,
get me some money too.
Now if you had prepared 20 years ago.
You wouldn't be a wanderin now from door to door.
Why don't you do right,
like some other men do?" Audrey rolled her neck so sensually, her hair falling to the right of her.
Get out of here,
get me some money too.
" Get out of here,
get me some money too.
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?" drawing out the the last note for maybe ten seconds. Then up righted herself. Some of the men howled like wolves then some other cat called.
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Post by B on Aug 4, 2007 0:46:36 GMT -5
Shawn watched the beautiful woman as she began singing. He thought that had enchanted him, but her movements after, like any sane man, enchanted him most. Then he noticed her going his way. His heart began racing but he relaxed himself. Then she sat on his table, still singing and rubbed her hand against his cheek. He felt as if he'd die of excitement right then and there but he kept a cool head.
When she finished he just smiled at her and mumbled. "Remind me to give the waitress a large tip for the table." he mused. Shawn thought himself out to be lucky that he was picked. While he thought that he also thought of what his grandmother said a long time ago. "You can't get too lucky without getting unlucky." He still didn't squarely understand her.
Shawn knew this was all an act but her look was so distinct, so sentual that it would be as if she were looking at her lover, but he also knew that she must've been doing this for a while and got that good.
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Post by Jo on Aug 4, 2007 0:58:13 GMT -5
She learned long ago that if you could sing almost perfectly in english they would love you even more. And she acheived that small goal. He was a cute boy, like every man his movements and his eyes betrayed his cool demeaner. " Zo tiger, did you like my performance? You look barely legal to drink.
Vant to chat for a little bit. I 'ave my break right now" she drawled out.
A sexy long legged beauty. It seemed her boss Charlie thought that was the best of her 'assets'. She hoped off the table, her high heels clicking on the menolium. She sat across from him. " I zee that you are new 'ere" she said. She didn't really give him a choice did she?
Audrey took a good look at him. He seemed like every other clean cut american boy. ' Boyscout' really took it's place in her mind. The little boys that play the hero in those pathetic murder mystery novels. She laughed softly at his earlier behaviour. " You reminded me of my nephew. So excited to see a voman singing. Your alot like 'im. Your eyez betray you".
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Post by B on Aug 4, 2007 16:31:25 GMT -5
Shawn shrugged. "Eyes are the casual truth teller.. Yet yours seems trained." He commented. Shawn was now side-tracked. This woman's beauty was enough to make him literally forget about his family for the time being. Each movement of her fine legs, each breath taken out of those soft lips was enough to make him forget his wound in the shoulder or the three nazis he shot down.
Shawn then decided to take a gander at her accent. "So, you from around here? Your accent is.. different." He said, to continue the conversation.
(Filler. Sorry. XP)
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Post by Jo on Aug 13, 2007 22:07:54 GMT -5
" No eyez can ever be trained mon ami. In some vayz I zuppoze I am from 'ere. I live down around the area. and my azzent iz different becauze I am french. But many other customerz think I am from the bayou" she finshed off. She beckoned one of the girls that worked here. Sharlene Martinez. A mexican girl working part time to help her family out, if she recalled correctly. She ordered a Manhattan Martini, one of the bars 'specialties'.
" What about you monsieur? Where are you from originally? Certainly not New York your to .... boy scout to be from 'ere" she continued on. This time steering the conversation about the young man sitting across from her.
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Post by B on Aug 13, 2007 22:31:37 GMT -5
"Me? I'm originally from California. Me and my family moved out here about eight years ago." He replied. 'She's French? She must be glad she's not in France right now..' He thought to himself as he let out a calm smile. Shawn was in France.. but he didn't see any french.. instead he got a load of Nazis.
(Filler.. Sorry.)
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Post by Jo on Aug 13, 2007 22:43:28 GMT -5
" Zo vhat iz your line of vork?" she questioned him. She first had guess a school teacher but he was just a tad rough around the edges to do that. He seemed patient though but not enough for children. The next guess that she had was that he was a construction worker but yet again he was to clean cut for that being his line of occupation. Then just then she noticed a small cut near the base of his neck.
' Perhaps this "boy" is a little more then what he appears to be' she thought. " Are you just going to let me guess or am I are you going to tell me?" Audrey continued her small interview.
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Post by B on Aug 13, 2007 22:47:22 GMT -5
Shawn smiled. "I dunno.." He said then put his hand to his chin. "Eh.. I guess I'll tell you." He said playfully. "I'm a marine... Or.. was.. I got shipped out. I got wounded in the shoulder though and a couple months after.. Well.. Here I am. Just got home yesterday." He as his eyes continued to study her, yet she was a tough one to read.
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Post by Jo on Aug 13, 2007 22:55:29 GMT -5
She slowly extended her hand to his while he spoke of his small experience. " That must 'ave been 'ard on you. Seeing zo many men dying. The men you became friendz with perhaps already dead" honestly. The young red head didn't think that she was saying anything bad. Honest. She knew how devistating war was. Her father now long dead. Life wasn't very fortunate for her and the rest of her family.
It was better to be blunt then to skid away from the obvious situation. " I know how var can be so dangerouz. My father died fighting, I never had the chance to know 'im". Still rubbing his hand with her thumb, creating gentle, circular soothing motions.
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Post by B on Aug 13, 2007 23:09:11 GMT -5
Shawn nodded slightly. "It was hard.. But I realized they were proud to die. Such evil shouldn't be allowed to exist. They knew that.. They are heroes." He said then put his hand on his shoulder. 'Yet I lived...' He thought to himself and turned back to her. "So were you born in France or were you born here?" He asked, trying desperately to change the subject of the war.
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Post by Jo on Aug 13, 2007 23:19:29 GMT -5
" I was born in Paris, France. Such a beautiful city. I love to zee it again. But from what I 'eard from ze radio'z france iz in a terrible rut. At least ze country zide iz. I moved here when I waz fifteen. I caught ze eye of my manager Charlie" she spoke softly. this was a little different.
" Oh I almost forgot. My name is Audrey" she smiled at the mystery man. " And your name monsieur?" she asked.
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