[Hider=Polly~~<3!][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/182788][img]http://i1305.photobucket.com/albums/s550/BOINGSY/9aaf4e9d-00dd-45f0-abe0-d8164d1baabb_zps6bef8061.jpg[/img][/url][/hider] "Really?! Jesus Christ! I thought you were seventeen, Faye!" Her name wasn't 'Faye." But it was close enough to the name she had gotten used to over the past four years. And the woman in the driver's seat was right to be shocked; when you go clean off the junk, after a short time, your face loses the bags and dark circles and you look like you again. But 'Faye' didn't want to be herself again. That would mean she would have to be [i]Polly[/i] again. And to be Polly would mean that she would have to lug around the baggage that came with it... and open up all those other bruising names and memories. [i]Words may never hurt me...[/i] Bullshit. She would never open that suitcase again. 'Faye' was was close enough to Face and that's all she had now that she was on the run again; she would save face. And her own life. "Yeah... get that a lot, sister..." she replied with the all-too-familiar sigh, grumble and a head-shake. It made sense now why the brunette with the leather driving gloves picked her up; how could a nice and sweet bleeding heart ever refuse a doe-eyed pleading stare from a stray? But there was something else. Behind those dark glasses, too dark for a grey day, there was something else. Faye had teased away at the thought, but ever since they crossed the border and into Alberta, she had tucked it away. There were other things to consider right now. Like how lull this bitch further into liking Faye. And like how to dispose of the body and the car and get a new ride when this one was done. But that something else... "Hey--" the brunette placed a gloved hand upon Faye's shoulder and the petite blonde jumped. Yes, blonde. Faye wasn't so blonde over the past few years, she was all colours of the rainbow-headed; each month was a different colour. But right now, she was back to her natural hair colour; closer to the hue of Polly's hair. [i]Just like good 'ol Polly...[/i] She hated the thought of it, but it was necessary. And so were the piercings in her face. Speaking of which... She bit down upon the silvery ring of her left labret piercing when she jumped up and slightly out of her seat. Yes, this girl that looked like a pierced-up-Polly did jump up out of surprise, but the reaction was closer to what Faye-- "Facie"-- would do; move forward enough to pull the 9mm from out of her jeans waist band and shove it down the attackers throat. Good thing for the brunette with the expensive dark shades, designer driving gloves and fur-lined coat, that Faye saw the flash of deep cleavage. "Whoa... slow down there, trigger..." giggled the brunette just a touch to shrilly, as she slowly pulled her hand off Faye's denim covered shoulder, "just wanted to know if you wanted a smoke... you're all tense, Faye...! I thought you were underage first, so I didn't offer before. I smoke so... if you want... It's okay. Here..." The flash of cleavage again as the Brunette reached into her inner coat pocket and pulled out a pack of smokes, upon which was a logo that she did recognize but not the words, and Faye held her breath. One ratty, knitted glove covered hand was slowly clenching into a fist. The other tightened around the midnight grip of her pistol. [i]You are sooooo busted, bitch...[/i] For an eternity, the only sound in the red-leather interior of the slick sedan was the rumbling engine. Faye could swear it sounded like thunder in her ears right now; whether in a car or on a hog, she always thought engines sounded like thunder whenever she was ready to kill. The only tell she could get from the woman who did not smile with her teeth was the the slight tremble of her lower lip. Blue eyes bordered on storming grey a moment longer, the warped reflection staring back at Faye in those dark, dark glasses. The brunette held her polite smirk regardless of the turmoil within. One corner of Faye's pink lips pulled up and returned the smirk; the thirty-something brunette knew her passenger saw through her bluff. Poker chips. All in. It was time to call. The clenched fist inside that ratty, knitted glove opened and grabbed the fancy little box of cancer-sticks. "Sure," said Faye in a low voice that sounded like it was spoken from a graveyard, "that's my brand..." "Oh good!" said the brunette with a nervous laugh as she let go of the pack of smokes then flicked back her long curls over a shoulder, "you looked upset for a moment... I was worried that you hated smokers and that--" "...well, it would be my brand..." Faye interrupted and ran her tongue along the front of her teeth, the bead of her tongue piercing clicking audibly against each tooth. '[i]A rattlers tail in slow motion,[/i]" Brassy would say. But he wasn't here right now, was he.. It was just Faye and this woman, "...if it was from Montana. That's French on the pack, isn't it...?" "Yeah... why...?" "You said you go to the States often for a conference and that you sneak smokes back. This is Canadian. And unopened." "So what..?! If they check me, it's a cover-up! Jesus Christ, Faye! What's gotten into you?!" "You pick up a hitch-hiker and hid her in your trunk and went on across the border, like it's a walk in the park for you, that's what's wrong! That's just crazy!" "Hey, I didn't hear you complaining! I saved you from the shit you're running from, okay?! You should be thankful--" "That's what you want? That's it, isn't it? ISN'T IT?! SAY IT!!! SAY IT, BITCH!!!" her grip on the 9mm loosened up. Just enough so that she could undo the safety. "No! Well, yes... NO! Wait, what's wrong with you?" "No. No, Elaine. What's wrong with [i]you?[/i] No, wait. I'll tell you--quiet! Shut up. I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! The protests ended and the lower lip of the brunette began to quiver. "You say you go to the States for a conference you lecture at. Libraries, right? I was in the trunk. And now I seen the back seat! Where the fuck are your bags? Where the fuck are your notes or computer or shit? You have a shit phone, but look at your car! Look at your clothes! You say you smoke a lot when you're stressed, 'cuz your job is on the line when you host... well don't you notice, sister? Not a single whiff of it. Not on you, not in this car. It's fuckin' mint. No burns from an errant cherry. No tar build up by the window. For fuck's sake, Elaine, your ashtray has change in it! You're too busy for a relationship?! Oh bullshit! Don't think I don't know the signs--" "W-what are you talking a-about, F-F-Fa--" [i]"Stop your blubbering or I'll give you something to cry about, bitch!!!"[/i] Elaine, bit her lower lip and tensed up like a statue that looked like a good little girl. "Yeah... see what I mean? You wear dark glasses. You cover up. Because you have many bruises or nasty marks there, am I right? AM I FUCKIN' RIGHT?! No! 'Cuz those are all habits you keep from the past. But I saw your tits... well, enough of them. I saw the bruises there. Bullshit you're not in a relationship! BULLSHIT!!! Actually... no. No, you're right, Elaine, you're not in a relationship... you're in prison. He's smart enough to hurt you in places no one can see... then he buys you nice things to make you feel special again. Buys your 'love.' Re-affirms confidence. And you eat it up... you fuckin' eat it up, Elaine--" Screeching tires. Horns blaring. Necks snapping to the side as they are brought to the shoulder. "G-get... out... F-F--" "What is he doing to you...? [i]Why[/i] are you still with him...?" "Get the fuck out before I change my mind!!!! FAYE! PLEASE!!!! PLEASE, GO!!!" "Fuck. Me. You're trolling for him... Fuck. me... how many... how many have you picked up?! FUCK!!! Where is he?! WHERE IS THAT MOTHERFUCKER?! Tell me!" "Faye... F-Faye... I can't... he'll kill me--" "And what was he going to do to [i]me,[/i] sister?! Shit. SHIT! Okay... okay... I saw you turn off the GPS. And turn on your phone... He's close isn't he? Where are we? Past... LethingBridge, right? Okay.. okay... think, Facie... think... okay? Okay. Listen up, Elaine. We're getting you out of this. This bullshit is going to stop. Right now. Right fuckin' now. You are going to leave him--" "I can't! Never! I won't! He loves me! He does! I swear! He'll kill me! And you, Faye! I like you... I don't want him to kill you! You actually like me, you said so! You like the same things I do! You didn't laugh when I said I still play with dollies! You said we'd play togeth--" "Elaine. Stop. Stop and listen to me... I like you. And I can like you more," a gentle ragged-gloved hand tenderly wiped away hot, bitter, salty tears, "I can love you more, okay..? More than him. I will take you with me and then we'll play dollies. Go to the zoo. Cotton candy... you're FAYE-vourite...! Right? You wanted a little girl of your own, you said. You. Found. Her. I'm right here. I'm right fuckin' here. I am, 'mummy...!' Okay? I am..." Elaine let Polly remove the dark glasses and finally she got a glimpse into another set of blue eyes. [i]Got you...[/i] "Just tell me where he is so I can convince him to take you with me. Just talk. Cross my heart..." "...and hope to die...?" said a hushed yet hopefully little voice. "Yup... swear it. Where is he? Will you take me there? [i]'Mummy, please...?'[/i] "Oooohh... Faye...! You don't have to call me that...!" Elaine bashfully waved a hand at Polly and actually giggled as if she was never practically hysterical a moment ago. The grumbling of the engine still sounded like thunder to Polly in the silence between them. Then: "A little bit further. West. Just a bit, I promise. Hey, you promise you're just gonna talk, right? Then we go together? Promise?" "...and hope to die..." [i]Got you. [/i] Elaine allowed Polly-- Faye to reach one hand around her neck, lean up against her and kiss her gently upon the lips. [i]Got you soooo good.[/i] From behind Polly's back, the other hand uncrossed raggedy, knitted-gloved fingers. [i]Let's open that suitcase together then, Elaine...[/i] They were holding hands when the slick red sedan's left blinker flashed then grumbled back onto the road.