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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 22, 2008 16:30:40 GMT -5
Penelope sighed deeply as she felt the cool sand between her toes. The night was warm, but refreshing, the plump moon out and on the horizon. She left her son at home with Rosa, the housemaid she trusted with her life, and had taken a walk to the beach not far from her manor. Her white, clean flip flops were in her slender hand, her other handhaving nothing but a giant engagement ring on it and a wedding band. She rand that hand through her golden chocolate hair, stormy blue gray eyes standing out against her golden skin. She wore a tight white tank top and some pretty short cargo shorts. She didn't expect anyone to be there this late at night though the ocean breeze was oh so tempting.
Penny glanced out at the ocean, the stars twinkling. Beautiful. Her eyes went to the light house not too far out on the bay and as the light turned round and round she winced whenever it would reach her. A purple bruise lay right by her left temple , a few more on both her wrists. She scrunched up her nose slightly and continued walking until she felt the waves just managing to reached her manicured toes. The water was cold, but not an uncomfortable cold. It was the Mediterranean Sea water-cold but pleasant.
So many things ran through her mind. Her husband had just recently left that morning-of course without leaving his mark. She wouldn't be able to go out tomorrow unless it was on the property of the manor. She couldn't afford to be seen in public-which was why she was going to the beach at night. Some peace and quiet...No thinking about her husband or the next time he'd visit...Just silence...
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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 22, 2008 17:00:19 GMT -5
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Hina, in all her one pounded glory, had hung her head over the edge of the humongous king sized bed for an hour before Adrien allowed her to go outside. This wasn't animal cruelty, he knew she'd not eaten anything yet because he hadn't yet asked the maid to prepare her meal – chopped beef with those dog spritzer dealies on top of it. Hina absolutely loved those things, and who was he to resist a cute little bundle of huggable fur? No one. Therefore, he'd simply pestered the veterinarian until he'd given him the sauce for free in vast majority and then rolled around in it. No, just kidding. He went to Petsmart like everyone else around. Anyway, the point was that his dog needed to go outside, he needed to exercise, and he wasn't going to do that indoors on such a beautiful night.
As soon as he stepped outside, Hina dragged him with an impressive amount of force to the nearest bush to relieve herself, and he assumed he'd guessed wrong. A shrug of the shoulders showed the submissive 'happens to everyone' outlook as he smiled into the night air. It didn't take long for the small dog to be finished, and when she was Adrien gave a small tug on the leash, directing her towards the sandy shore, his favorite place. Kicking off his shoes, Adrien picked them up in the unnocupied hand and grimaced towards the dog, who'd taken to sniffing a crab. “No, bad girl,” he scolded delicate fingers plucking her away from the creature, his voice coming out heavy with his native French – as always happened when he used a negative command.
They continued walking, in hopes of what Adrien didn't exactly know. It wasn't long before he treated himself to sitting, pulling Hina into his lap and reclining until his whole torso laid against the sand. It was nice out here, almost enough to fall asleep. Alert blue eyes surveyed the sky, looking for any trace of shooting stars or extra terrestrial life forms.. upon finding none he turned to his side, just in time to witness the vision in white. Hadn't he seen her before? “Hello,” he called, pulling Hina closer into his chest as he pushed himself into a seated position. Squinting at her, he refused to ask her name for what he knew would be the second time at least. Instead, he wanted to know immediately about the bruises on the side of her face, plain in sight during the full moon. “What happened to you?” the question was a little bit of a demand, one that might make someone upset or turned away from him. Adrien didn't mean it that way, and that was evident by his tone – calm, as was usual.
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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 22, 2008 17:27:09 GMT -5
Penelope had been so wrapped up in her thoughts, she hadn't realized someone had come up next to her until she heard someone ask, What happened to you?
Maybe it was some voice in her head. What happened to her...
What happened to her. To Penelope Montenegro.
Well, it all started when she decided to marry this man named Elliot. He was sweet and charming and could easily be described as the perfect man for a woman such as Penelope. Now, this-of course-changed when her son was born. She went from sweet and outgoing to reserved and intorverted...
Oh. The voice meant the bruises most likely. They were quite ugly weren't they? Made her look like she picked a fight with a professional boxer or something. They were fresh too because it seemed to be growing, extended, little by little, down her jaw becoming more visible,a few marks visible around her neck.
What happened, the voice had asked. Wasn't she suppose to answer?
"I fell down the stairs," she lied as she finally turned to see who had spoken to her. It coulld explain the face bruising but not the neck or wrist ones that were shaped like fingers. Ewh. If it was noticable by moonlight-she could only imagine by daylight.
The truth? Penelope said no to sex with Elliot. Elliot got upset-more than usual because he was drunk. She told him he should just go back to New York and sleep with one of those models if he really wanted sex so badly because she didn't want to risk getting pregnant again-since she forgot to go out and buy birth control pills and he always refused to wear a rubber. He got even more upset and that was when he decided that trying to strangle her would work as a mean of persuasion. She still refused.
Then came the two punches, one that managed to nip her jaw and the other that managed to just get her right under her temple. When she tried to hit him back he grabbed her wrists so hard she felt like they were going to break off. That was when one of Penelope's friends rang the doorbell to drop off Pilot. Rosa took Pilot to his room and thankfully, not too long after, his limo arrived to take him to the airport to go back to New York. He gave her the usual threats of taking custody of Pilot if she didn't do as she was told and said that she would regret actually refusing him this time. Usually she didn't-and she usually came out with less bruising.
She blinked a few times, her head falling slightly to the side,"You're the bartender..." her voice came out soft, a thick spanish accent lacing her voice-thicker than most of the people on the island-because it was the accent from the Mainland.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember your name..."she gave him a sheepish grin. She usually tried not to remember people whenever she was out with Elliot. Because then she'd only associate them with..well...Elliot.
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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 22, 2008 19:13:35 GMT -5
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Adrien sighed in quietly at the lamest excuse in the book, but honestly what he could expect? Was she going to say she got in a with a fist... and lost? He wasn't family, not a confidant, not even a friend. Hell, he was barely an acquaintance. So why did he feel left out that she hadn't told him the truth. Instead of bothering with a sarcastic response, he merely shook his head, his mouth twisting around the word “Oh.” Dre's perfect bow lips settled into a brief frown as he contemplated her answer.. so it was a situation of wife-beating then? That was the stereotypical response. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a dry chuckle emanated from his throat. “Down seven flights?” he cocked his head, surveying the entire damage. At first he'd only noticed the ones on her face – truthfully they were the worst. But the closer he looked the easier it was to notice the small ones, grape shaped, along her neck.. down her arms. Such a beautiful body should not be abused, and if he didn't know better he might say she was a drug addict. Fortunately, he did. He knew a lot better.
Because he'd seen them at the bar together. That was where he remembered her from. He recalled just before she said it, confirming his notion. “Yes, I was. You were in much better condition then, I recall.” Dre had served them both, and he remembered her husband as the arrogant prick that matched only himself in wits.. and his beautiful wife. If he tilted his head just right he could remember her as she was then, without bruises. Even now she was beautiful, but then she'd been stunning. And the urge to pull her away from that pig of a man had been overwhelming. How he could have forgotten, Adrien may never know, but he remembered now, and that was important enough. “Ah, so if you fell, who pushed you? I bet it was..” he took a moment to remember.. thought back on it and pulled the name out of a mental drawer. “Elliot, no? The important business man from New York.” a smirk twisted on his lips as he surveyed her once more, and deemed her worthy to covet – even if he might have to do so from afar. As if to interrupt him, Hina danced around his ankles, currently uninterested in anything but her owner. He sighed, bent to pick her up and then returned to his full height.
He didn't mind her not remembering him – that was a common occurrence when you worked in a bar. Many people, many days. It was true he remembered mostly all of the faces he'd seen, especially ones like hers, but people who drank had a tendency to forget. And it was part of his job to make them feel okay about it. “I don't believe I told you before, but regardless it's Adrien. And this is Hina.” he held up the dog, who yipped happily in response and stretched herself so she almost reached the other. “It seems I've also forgotten yours..” no need for a sheepish grin there because the feelings had already been exchanged. Instead, he offered her a genuine smile.
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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 22, 2008 19:35:58 GMT -5
Penelope's eyes wavered as she listened to him, remaining completely quiet the entire time. This was why she normally didn't go out for at least a week after Elliot left. That way, she wouldn't have to say stupid excuses to explain the marks. They would heal.
They always did.
Penny couldn't help but smile at Hina. The dog was adorable! She pet the sdog's head softly with a tiny chuckle,"Penelope," she smiled as she said her name. She hadn't been completely upset before-just sort of spaced out. She didn't want to put up with all the abuse, but she had her son she had in mind. He would be turning one soon...and he was already so big. He had Elliot's nose, Penelope's eyes, Elliot's apricot skin, and already proved to have Penelope's personality-well, some of her traits.
"Please to meet you, again, Adriene. I promise to remember your name this time," and Penelope never broke a promise. She already logged his name into her brain so she wouldn't forget-putting it into the long-term memory filing cabinet.
The cool water seemed to come in higher this time, just managing to go hit the tips of her toes. She should send Rosa out to buy her some concealer or something in the morning. She really didn't want to have to explain herself to people who happened to stop by like the mail man or if she had to take her son out for whatever reason. Those who lived around their estate probably figured she was such a clutz from all the excuses she threw at them. When she got that concussion that one time- she fell down the front steps. When she had a black eye- she got hit with a softball while walking by one of the parks. When she "busted her lip" she tripped. Silly excuses that really couldn't explain everything-but people bought it all-or they just turned a blind eye and figured everything was alright since Elliot was like God to them all.
"He's a real asshole isn't he?" she couldn't help but chuckle-obviously she meant Elliot. She was looking out at the ocean as she spoke. She didn't have this sudden urge to cry-she already did that shortly after Elliot left from the pain that had struck her wrists and jaw. The aftermath always hurt more than the impact. But now everything was sort of numb.
Her one friend said that it probably ran in her family-the whole abuse thing. Because her biological father had gone M.I.A when she was born...Her biological mother mysteriously passed away shortly after. And from her biological family that she kept in touch with-she and her mother were a lot a like both in physical appearance and personality.
Both fell for the asshole. Both married the asshole.
But her mother never found happiness. She was too loyal.
Penelope was hoping she could find happiness-wether it meant being loyal and faithful-or not.
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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 22, 2008 20:18:50 GMT -5
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Ah, yes. How could he have forgotten that either? It was such an.. unusual, at best, name. Honestly, it didn't seem fitting. Did anything? In his mind, Adrien disproved more theories than a record breaking scientist, and so no, nothing seemed to fit in this world, especially with him in it. “A lovely name for a lovely lady,” he grinned then, letting her a little bit inside of his inner workings. “I must say, cheesy lines are my favorite.” and with this he sat down again, patting the sand next to him to indicate she should follow. Feet still bare, he placed Hina's leash down under his heel to make sure it stayed in place, watching with idle amusement as the toy dog dirtied herself. She enjoyed nothing short of sand in her fur for Adrien to brush out later with his always careful, gentle even strokes. Bringing his knees up, not quite to his chest but a little farther away, he allowed his fingers to shift in the sand as he waited for some kind of conversation to magically float his way. Adrien operated that way – usually he was a lot more talkative and flirty – but at the moment he was upset with someone he didn't even know, figuratively speaking. Unless she had a side that deserved a beating, it seemed pointless to injure such a creature unless you yourself were injured. Maybe broken beyond repair. His eyes narrowed at the thought, and for an instant his foot lifted off the leash. He cried out, slamming it back down and then grinning in reassurance. “Sorry, didn't want Hina to escape. She's actually very quick.” he explained, fingers back in the sand.
Since Adrien had inevitably longer legs than her, he scooted further back on the sand and chuckled, watching her watch.. whatever it was she was watching. He was always so content just to stare – nothing of interest came to him by just speaking. He always had to watch.. to wait. To understand. “If you need somewhere to stay you can stop by my house any time, it's pretty much out of the way.” Which was both a pre-earned invitation and the truth, considering it sat on one hundred and twenty acres of it's own land and happened to be the size of two large chateaus put together. House was a large understatement. But what could you do? Ordinarily he wouldn't be below rubbing in his wealth for his own benefit, but something told him he wouldn't need it. Penny, as he would decidedly call her, seemed to be very very close to the edge already, without much need for a prompt. “He sounds like it. Why don't you just leave him, if it's an acknowledged fact that he's beating you? Unless..” he paused a moment to raise an eyebrow and look at her questionably. “You like it?” It was doubtful, sure, but you could never know with these model types. He'd once bedded someone who wanted him to dress up in baby clothes? He's said the stereotypical 'No.' and left muttering freak under his breath and disposing his excitement elsewhere.
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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 22, 2008 20:43:48 GMT -5
Penelope arched an eyebrow, only a sparkle of horror in her stormy gray blue eyes at the mere thought of being beaten as something she would... enjoy. She was a total pacifist. Violence was something she was sot of completely against which was why she didn't suddenly turn into Jennifer Lopez from the movie Enough and accidentally kill her husband so he would stop stalking her and such.
"I have a son," she told him, actually looking a bit confused as to why he would think she would enjoy getting concusions and having bruises all over her,"He'll take full custody of him. I can't lose him...He hasn't even turned one yet," and her own compassion was her own downfall.
In a way, Penelope never really wanted anyone to help her. She would never want to drag people into her problems, which was why she usually didn't talk about it, "If I could leave him-honestly-I would..." she ran her slender fingers through her hair, her engagement ring catching the moonlight for a second before disappearing into her chocolate locks," But he sort of gave me my job, paid for my college, is basically paying for everything and I really don't want to lost Pilot..."Her son. Her pride and joy. The reason she woke up in the morning...Without him she would feel like nothing-like life wasn't worth living having a husband who would smack you across the face if you didn't call to reserve a table at the right resturaunt.
She bit her lower lip,"Thanks, though," she gave him a soft smile,"But I wouldn't want to drag you into this...And it isn't like Elliot is around all the time...only for a week or two every month or so." But it was often enough to make her want to leave for good. Because it always just kept getting worse-and having him cheat behind her back anyways....That didn't help. She would suck it up and take each hit. Because, as of right now, it was all she could do until she could think of a way to get proof so she could keep custody of Pilot...
Penelope glanced over at him, her eyes wavering. He was a bartender. He had seen Elliot before. Elliot didn't seem like an asshole until he opened his mouth and started talking. He had the spoiled attitude and the cockiness to him but at first glance, he seemed like the average rich guy. He had the suave dirty blonde hair geled back, the peircing blue eyes, the charismatic smile that screamed a million dollars...
If he sat there and didnt move he would be fine...But he had to come with a personality-and a bad one at that.
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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 22, 2008 22:03:27 GMT -5
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Well, maybe not beaten.. but some people liked that kind of thing. Or so he'd heard. If Adrien was going to be called a priss for refusing sadism and masochism, then so be it. He would easily be called a priss for that reason. He knew he'd woken up with bruises before and only fond memories of the previous night, but apparently that wasn't the kind of beating she was talking about. Penny was probably referring to the kind on all of those lifetime movies with the absolutely perfect wife and husband, an adorable baby and then.. then there was the fact that he beat her. Sometimes it was the other way around. What could he say? His sister watched TV all the time and lifetime happened to be her favorite channel. Some of the stories weren't so bad... and he was a sucker for romance stories. So anyway, that's how his twisted little mind could have insinuated she might enjoy a little bit of roughness.
And hearing her reason, he scoffed. “What do you do for a living? If you can't afford a good enough lawyer, I'll do it for you. Then we take pictures for evidence and wha-la! You have yourself a case, and believe me, women always win in court. Always.” he shook his head disbelief apparent in his voice. “And custody shouldn't be a problem at all.” that part was a little softer, he said it with a certain edge. Even as free-willed and spirited as he was, Dre couldn't imagine leaving a baby boy in the hands of someone who would beat him, undoubtedly. He didn't get it unless it was in jest that the abuse accidentally happened. But what he didn't get the most was people who tolerated it, so he refused to sit by and hear this. .then do nothing. “Penny, we have to get you out of there. I know I don't know you at all, but you can't just stay there. I've had experience with this stuff -” lie. He'd never dealt with it. But she didn't know that. “-and it's only a matter of time before he beats you to death. And then he'll go after Pilot.” Which, Adrien knew without even speaking to her for more than ten minutes, was his way into her decision. If he could convince her the baby was in danger, she'd uproot and leave right away.
Adrien looked down, expelling a sigh. “He doesn't even come to see you for more than one week a month? Why the.. This is stupid. He's not here now is he? You could leave him while he's not even here, and then he's not going to fly down to beat you.” he smirked at her comment, raising an eyebrow while staring at her. Was she serious? Sure, he may have looked scrawny but the boy worked at a bar. He had muscle. Sort of. “What, you don't think I could hold my own in a fight?”
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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 22, 2008 22:22:14 GMT -5
"I used to be a magazine editor," Penelope sighed deeply and shook her head,"You don't know Elliot. He has connections with every single person in power on this island. How else do you think he is able to leave on all those business trips? If not he'd be stuck here like the rest of us."
It wasn't that she was giving up hope-it was just that there was no hope to be given up,"I know that with a couple of pictures and a good lawyer I can get custody of Pilot-I know that....It isn't like I haven't tried," she has-more than once. And each time, her husband pays them off to keep quiet and go on about thier business,"He already took my job and gave it to some model he's probably fucking right now in New York," it didn't seem to bother her-on the surface. But deep down it was eating away at her-knowing that it wouldnt be so bad if he was at least not off in bed with a bunch of other chicks.
"If anyone sees me try to leave with Pilot and it gets back to him I'll just end up like I did last time-in the hospital. And at that time-I was pregnant," Yeah. She remembered that night perfectly. He wasn't suppose to come back for another week but someone had seen penelope packing up her things to leave-to be ready to walk out on him. She had been six months pregnant at the time and he got home the very next day early in the morning-catching her just as she was coming down the stairs to eat breakfast and leave.
Another aruement, another fight, and she was in the hospital because she almost lost the baby. That had been in the begining. After that she couldn't risk it. What if Pilot actually got hurt in the process? She wouldn't be able to live with herself.
"I..." she sighed deeply,"sort of have a plan..." she bit her lower lip,"I was going to try to send Pilot with my parents to the mainland...They got special permission to go because their....old..." Yeah-she had some sort of a plan formulating in her head. She wasn't a ditzy model-she knew how to plan things out. Once Pilot was safe-it would be an all out war. She wouldn't have to hold back any longer.
"Once he's safe then maybe I could deal with Elliot...somehow..." she had two weeks to send Pilot away. After that, she had to deal with Elliot and then somehow either get Pilot to come back on the island or for she herself to leave the island. It was easier to get in than get out.
"I feel like freakin J-Lo in the movie Enough..." she ran her fingers through her hair, pulling her long legs up to her chest and letting her forehead gently hit her knees. a headache was slowly forming-more like a migraine but the ocean breeze was slowly sothing it and keeping it at bay.
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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 23, 2008 9:25:21 GMT -5
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Adrien’s eyes widened considerably at her mention of her old job, and he shook his head right along with her. “Well, I can cross that off my list. Meet an editor.” he reiterated, holding up a fake pen to cross it off. And, even though he didn’t think it was possible, his eyes got bigger at the statement no one can leave. “What do you mean, no one can leave?” panic rose in his throat as his finger stopped motion and he froze.. He couldn’t leave? How was he supposed to get home when he turned twenty five? Certainly the government wouldn’t keep an outsider.. In. Right? They had to let him go. The focus of the conversation had turned from Penny to himself in a flash, and he didn’t intend on continuing with it in her direction unless she gave him answers… certainly with such a powerful husband she’d know why, right?
Dre stared at her blankly for a moment before it dawned on him that he was supposed to respond. “I don’t get the problem here. If you find a dedicated enough lawyer.. There was to be a way. There has to.” or you could always give him so grits and gravy, Madea style. Adrien had never been hit with a frying pan, but he imagined it would hurt.. Even if it wasn’t hot. And if you got angry enough then you could hit him with a heated one too. He could just picture his new friend whacking the hell out her husband with a pan full of grits - it was a relatively amusing image and he couldn’t prevent himself from chuckling at it. An eyebrow raised at this - he was, indeed an asshole himself, but the guy seemed to top him by at least a mile. “The bar is taking employees,” There was, of course, an answer for everything despite how hopeless the situation seemed to be. It wasn’t, underneath it all.
The hospital, it was serious. That was very bad. A sliver of doubt shivered through his eyes, and Adrien tried to push it away before she could see - successfully of course. “Guns will work, unless he has enough money to keep him plated all the time - which I wouldn’t doubt at this point.” he sighed, crossing his ankles as he considered what else he could do to help. “I could have my sister act like Pilot’s baby sitter, then you could do what you need to do and he’ll be safe? He won’t have to get off the island and then get back on.. And everyone will still be out of the way so you can go kick his sorry excuse of an ass.” He shook his head, looking at her as he waited for either a declination or a confirmation. It wouldn’t exactly surprise him if she said no to that too, but he was trying to help and eventually she’d have to give in to at least one thing. He knew this.
“J.Lo has more cellulite than an elephant in her ass, you don’t look like her.” a stupid attempt to lighten the situation even a little bit, but what could he do? Nothing. Nothing until she let him.
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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 23, 2008 13:22:03 GMT -5
"I want Pilot off the island," she said softly after he spoke,"He would have a better life away from Melilla-Not that growing up here was bad...It was just.." she seemed to try and think over the word,"Restricting."
Penelope looked at him in surprise when he had seemed shocked at the fact that noone could leave,"Why do you think tourists don't come here often...? Once you're on here-you're stuck. That way noone can go off and bring more people here and...taint the...holy soul," he must know...He had to have known.
Granted a lot of people were a bit blind. She herself was blind in the begining up until she actually got off the island due to schooling. And the only reason they did let her off was because she was a good, conservative child who never ever caused trouble with anyone. If she had been a rebel, they would have locked her up by now. She was raised in a lower middle class home while Elliot was practically born and bred to be successful, to have the trophy wife, to be controlling and have the perfect son who would grow up to be just like his father.
Well-not unless that trophy wife of his caught on and had something to say about it.
"I trust my parents. They don't know what's going on but if anything I know they could raise Pilot right," she smiled softly,"Hell, they raised me well-so far."
She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed inaudibly as she glanced over at Adrien before standing up to her full five foot eleven and a half inch height. She was tall for a woman, and her husband was even taller-just hitting six feet tall with an added three and a half inches. It explained all the high arch ways in their manor and the high ceilings. That way none of them could hit their heads.
"You can do me one favor, if you don't mind," she was lightly brushing the sand off of her legs, wincing a bit when she brushed some off of her thighs and hips, some older bruises that hadn't fully healed just barely poked up out of the top hem of her cargo shorts,"Can you spend the night at my place?"
It sounded wrong-but she couldn't help it. Rosa was going to leave in about fifteen minutes-she had her own family to go home to. And she hated basically being alone in the large place at night. Hell after everything Elliot had done to her-why wouldn't she be? It was more like paranoia if anything,"My maid is leaving in about fifteen minutes and I need to get back so Pilot isn't alone..." She was trying to save herself-and was failing miserably, though she was obviously telling the truth...
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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 23, 2008 14:38:06 GMT -5
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He wrinkled his eyebrows, confused. “So does that mean you're leaving too?” there was a trace of sadness in his voice; he was upset he might not end up stealing her away from her abusive husband as was planned. That defeated the point of this whole conversation – in essence, anyway. Sure, he liked talking to her and it was interesting to see the thoughts of an abused woman, but he had to get something out of it, too, right? “I didn't grow up here, I wouldn't know. It's a series of unfortunate events that've lead up to right here and now.. including the death of my parents and the careless spending of what was to be my inheritance. My aunt never speaks and my sister locks herself in her room all the time out of depression for being stuck here until I turn twenty five.”
It wasn't that he was blind, merely no one had informed him of this nice little tidbit. Not his aunt, not the police men escorting him in. Sure, he'd thought that was a little weird, but nonetheless he didn't think more than five minutes on the subject. He raised a hand to cover his face, rub his cheeks. “What in the holy heavens... No one decided to share that.. I didn't know..” his eyes began to water as he considered getting up, pacing, but put that thought to rest. “I can't.. get off? Ever?” his eyebrow crumpled in concern, because he had planned on dealing with this until he hit twenty five and then blowing the popsicle stand quicker than you could say banana. Adrien wasn't intending to spend the rest of his life here. He frowned. “It's not even interesting enough to stay here!” he cried, looking at her in agony, despair. “If you're leaving.. promise me you'll take me too, please.” okay, now he was begging. Because Melilla wasn't so bad, but he couldn't stay forever.. he would take his own life before that happened. It might have sounded a little desperate, and in fact he was on the verge of tears. With this thought, he collected himself and stood, easily, clutching at Hina, who'd curled closer when he'd first become upset. Thank god for his aunt's large collection of pain killers in the hall bathroom. Sighing, he calmed himself more, allowing the panic to be flushed away. “I apologize for that, it's a little bit upsetting. I was supposed to be able to leave..” he shook his head, not wanting to bring that up again.
“Would they need to?” he asked, cocking his head and squinting against the bright moonlight bouncing off her skin, her ring. “You wouldn't go with him?” Of course, he knew she was insinuating that was if something happened to her – this he doubted. For now, anyway, he'd promised himself he'd make sure she was okay. Daily check-ups were in order until she got this planned, and by then Elliot should be leaving her alone. Dre didn't want to, but he'd fight him off if he had to. Sure, she might have been tall but he was taller, standing at 6'3 despite his mother's petiteness. He must have received that trait from Daddy dearest. Since he was already standing, he just readjusted his eyes to fix on her face, versus the shape of her head as he'd done before. “What might it be?” he chuckled, knowing he'd probably agree regardless of what it was. “Oh, of course I can. That's no problem.” he chuckled, winking. “Hina can come too, no?” patting her shoulder, he grinned. “No need to feel ashamed, it's a common request.” his less-serious side was back now, and for this he was pleased. Light and teasing, all the way. “I have no idea where we're going.. lead the way.”
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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 23, 2008 16:34:17 GMT -5
Mary-Kate didn't want to mention that she didn't even know if she herself could get off. She would have to, somehow, get a job that required traveling abroad. It would be the only way-that she could think of at least.
She smiled softly,"Of course Hina can come," she chuckled as she started leading the way. The entire time, she was on a cobblestoned path, the cobble stones warm under her bare feet since sand and sandals don't really mix sometimes. There were palm trees on either side, flowers and bushes planted all over so the place looked like a mini jungle. She was still on her property-so Elliot couldn't bitch at her.
The cobblestoned path lead to the large, curcular driveway made of the same material, a large fountain in the center with a deep red Land Rover parked and a mini business limo. She walked right on up the large front steps, the entire house all white and beautiful, having that sort of paradise in the middle of the jungle feel to it. Walking up the steps there was the giant porch and then the large double mohagony doors. She easily punched in the security code and then entered, leavig the door opened for the other two.
Upon entering, there was the foyer, which had a very high ceiling, a chandelier hanging up above. A large, rounded staircase with large banisters perfect for sliding down from on Christmas morning was the first thing to be seen, family photos displayed everywhere. To the right was a large, again high ceiling, dining room,to the left a large living room. In the backw as the pitchen and media room and overall, the first floor was large enough, a balcony looking over everything on the second and third floors. The place used to be a prestigious hotel from back in the 30's and 40's before Elliot's family bought it in the 50's and turned it into a monstor of a home by the 60's.
The family portraits displayed everywhere showed her and Elliot in New York, both of them looking younger-Penelope herself looking like she was still seventeen, it showed them in Paris on the Eiffel Tower, this time that large engagement ring on her finger, but the one that stood out the most was the wedding photo.
Penelope looked like the happiest girl alive and, surprisingly, Elliot looked like he was the luckiest man in the world. The two were smiling, Penelope's dress hugging her slim frame until it reached just about mid thigh and seemed to fan out like pedals , the bride's maids all wearing a very soft gold color. The picture was taken right inside a large, wellknown church in Melilla-which took forever to get reservations for. Around the one large picture were smaller pictures of the wedding and the wedding reception. Her and Elliot dancing, Elliot and Pen's mom, her and her dad... And next to the wedding photo was one of her holding Pilot. And even though she looked worn out, she still looked like she was happy. Her hair looked messy, her face slightly flushed, but there was little Pilot, a newborn, his tiny fingers wrapped around her slender one and the smile on her face that only Pilot could place on her...
Penelope didn't even bother glancing at them. Not because she saw them everyday-because to her, they were all depressing-unless Pilot was in them.
"Te veo manana por la noche, senora," Rosa, the maid, seemed to slip down the stairs. Sh was short but she looked strong, her white hair back in a tight bun and her skin the color of the dark wooden floors. She didn't wear a uniform, just some regular blue jeans and a white tee shirt,"El bebe sigue durmiendo..."
Penelope nodded to her,"Hasta manana, gracias Rosa," Rosa seemed to look up at Adrien uestioningly but shrugged and was off, trodding out the door with her giant purse in hand.
"Make yourself at home," she chuckled softly,"If your hungry there's food in the kitchen in the back. Hina can roam around if she would like." The living room was blocked off anyways by those baby-fences so Pilot couldn't get in there. It was white carpeting...
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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 25, 2008 20:38:44 GMT -5
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“Oh, thank God. I just don't go anywhere without her.” he gave a reassuring pat to the top of the dog's head, taking off at a steady pace behind Penelope as he contemplated his actions.. thinking, as he always was, what would happen if nothing actually happened. Would he just go home and attempt to forget their conversations? It wasn't likely that the appearance of such a lovely broken lady, even if it was just for one night, would disappear from his mind. He would probably ever remember the way her skin had shone, bruised, under the moonlight. Even if he didn't want to. Even when he found the person he'd spend the rest of his life with. Adrien did intend on finding that person, eventually. He felt.. incomplete without someone to love on, and couldn't wait until the day when there was going to be someone permanently by his side. Perhaps, if things went his way, he would end up with Penelope and Pilot. Or perhaps he wouldn't, who knew?
But this thought made him wonder where exactly this was going. Nowhere, most likely. He was twenty one – she was probably a little older, or younger. The chance they were the same age was little to none. This was a one night thing, he should know that. So why was he so upset with this fact? Was it because he was jealous of this man, this man who had a beautiful wife and from what he could tell, a beautiful child? Both of which he abandoned to this horrid place – Melilla, Spain. The name alone made Elliot want to scoff. Wandering through the halls with Penelope really put his place into perspective, and that was that he didn't have one. Adrien didn't belong in her house, didn't belong hanging out with her. But he'd never really been what to get up what he thought he deserved or could earn. Therefore, he was staying and that was that.
“Your house is very lovely, Penelope.” he complemented her, doing so with flawless seams into his next transition. A tilt of the head indicated his next question as a wry smile twisted his lips. “What exactly are we going to do here? Or am I misunderstood, and going to end up sleeping on the couch?” Hina, at mention of a couch, danced around his ankles, yipping. He bent down, releasing her leash and straightening to his full height, taking in Penelope once more. He honestly had no idea what the hell he was doing there, if she was just going to offer him food and then have him leave. Maybe he was there for security reasons?
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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 25, 2008 21:11:55 GMT -5
"Just one night..." The little devil on her shoulder was chanting happily,"Your husband won't know you were unfaithful...Plus-he's been unfaithful to you since the second you said 'I do'...An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth..."
Penelope bit her lower lip, turning to face him when he asked why he was here. Crap. Why did she really invite him back to her place? Was it because she didn't want to be alone? Was it because she was afraid?
Or was it something more?
"You are a married woman!" now it was the little angel,"Look down at your ring! Do you not remember your vows! The ones you had hand written from the heart! Two wrongs never make a right!"
"But maybe Adrien could..." The little devil had won her over. Before she really got a grip on herself, her body was suddenly close to his ad she was brushing her lips lightly on his, as if almost afraid to give into temptation...But that she was willing to do it nonetheless.
"I'm such an idiot," she whispered quietly, stepping away but only so there was a slight space between them,"I shouldn't have invited you back...I'm married..."
But even as she was saying it, her fingers were wrapping themselves around his shirt and pulling him in and letting her own lips crash onto his. She quickly pulled away again...
"No no no..." she scrunched up her nose and closed her eyes tightly, letting him go,"You shouldn't get involved...Elliot will kill you..." It was like she was fighting with herself. Really, she was saying her thoughts outloud without really realizing it.
Why did this have to be so complicated? It wouldn't be wrong to want him, would it? He cared...And it felt like it had been so long since someone cared. She hadn't felt the butterflies in her stomach or the fire running through her veins since her first date with Elliot-when he actually seemed human.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, again, to Adrien. She was being slightly indecisive, but it was obvious that the reason she was being so hesitant was because she was afraid of Adrien getting involved with Elliot more than Elliot killing her for inviting him to their home in the middle of the night. Ugh. She didn't know what to do-but she was so sure she wanted Adrien...
Wether it was right or wrong she would neve rknow.
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