justalittlesnarky

Anti-Niche= good at many things, not an expert at any of them but having a great time all the same.

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Ronnie Cont- Write on Edge

This is an on going story that I started to post here about 3 months ago. I took a small break from posting anything for a while but Ronnie and her tangled web is back. She is currently using the fake name of Renee Taylor. There are other posts about Ronnie’s life on the run from her well connected ex who wants to kill her.

Ronnie cont…

The 1150 Gallery is just down the street from the Pit. She saw a sign for a new exhibit opening so she stopped in to see if they were looking for a bartender for the event.

Shane, the gallery owner was with a customer when she walked in. Not wanting to interrupt them she made a hand gesture to indicate that she would just look around while he was busy. Art was not really her thing, some of the more abstract stuff looked like piles of garbage with crazy price tags on them. Arthur on the other hand was quite the art collector. She was never sure if he liked it or if someone told him that it was a good investment either way she didn’t care for any of the pieces that he had.

Wandering around the large space she found some interesting photos of the local area in a back corner, they were black and white which caught her eye because of the contrast to the bright colors of the other works hung on the walls. She recognized the front of the gallery and a few local landmarks in the photos.  She didn’t notice that Shane had finished with the other person and was watching her.

“What do you think? The artist was trying to capture the feel of the locations, did they accomplish that?”  He asked her

“I think so. The black and white makes the architecture of the buildings stand out.  If that is what the artist was looking for then yes it worked.” She looked over at him. “You took these didn’t you?”

“How did you know that?”

“There is a reflection in this one it looks like you.”  She pointed to the one near her.

“You caught me, I did take them. You are the first one to notice that. Is there something I can help you with? Are you in the market for some art?”

“No, I wanted to know if you were in need of a bartender for your opening? I saw the poster in the window on my way to work.”

“Where do you work?” he steps closer to where she is standing.

“I work at The Pit but I’m off the night of the opening and was looking for some extra cash. My mom always said it never hurts to ask, so I’m asking.”

“We are just having some wine, with crackers and cheese. If you would like to maintain that for me that night it would great. I can pay you $150, the event is from 7:00 to 11:00. Wear all black and comfy shoes.”

“I’m Renee” she extends her hand to him. “I will be here at 6:00 to set up”

“Nice to meet you Renee I am Shane” he firmly shook her hand. “I will see you then.”

That evening when Renee got there the large room that she had seen before was transformed; hundreds of bright umbrellas were suspended from the ceiling. Shane’s photos were gone.

Running- Write on Edge

Her feet sink into the overly white sand; it still holds the warmth from the day before is just below the surface. It feels good on her cold feet. The breeze picks up, blowing her long black hair in swirls around her head. Quickly she gathers it up and twists it in to a bun at the nape of her neck, securing it with the ever present hair tie from her wrist. She catches a glimpse of the scar that run the length of her forearm.

She can hear his voice echo in her head Hold still you stupid bitch I will kill you. Why would you think that anyone would want you now? A shiver runs down her spine. In an attempt to push the horrible thoughts out of her head she wraps her arms around herself. Most days Ronnie can keep these thoughts a bay, some days are better than others.

Walking just out of the reach of the water she heads down the beach. Out of the corner of her eye she sees movement off to her left, her flight response bubbles to the surface. He found you! Screams her subconscious, instead of fleeing she casually picks up a bit of driftwood. Run! Are you looking to die? Maybe he was right you are stupid run. It screams at her. Ronnie does her best to ignore the panic. Driftwood in hand she starts drawing in the sand with it. She drags the stick in a big circle around her, giving her a chance to look around. Please be a seagull pleads her frightened brain.

Her breath catches as she recognizes the shape closing in on her, it’s him. If she runs she will have to keep running forever, she wants it to end. She continues with her sand doodles as if she had not seen him approaching. A sad smile crosses her face as she tracks his approach. With all of her weight she swings the bit of drift wood at his head. It makes contact a muffled thud sound as it makes contact, he hits the sand. RUN!!! RUN Now! Why are we not running? is the only thing her brain can think. She moves in to hit him again with the wood.

“Bitch, I’m going to kill you.” He hisses as he reaching in to his jacket for maybe a gun, she thinks. Not really his style, he likes a knife. She has the scars to prove it.

“Wasn’t that always the plan Arthur?” she makes contact with his head again. Ronnie hits him a few more times.

Once he stops moving she pulls out her phone and calls the police.

She is done running.

 

Part of the show!

It was a rainy night in Düsseldorf as Mae headed to the theater for opening night. She was still feeing bit like the weather, the jet lag and the heavy foods that where everywhere where not helping any. Of course the show must go on, it is not everyday that you are asked to be part of Bunny Von Hopp’s show.

It was hard for Mae to wrap her mind around the fact that just three days ago she was told by Matt that she was to get her ass on a plane and meet the group in Germany. She didn’t know how long she was going to be gone. She told Jenny that she would contact her with the details once she got official word from the group, she would have to figure out how to pay her bills.

After a 15 hour flight she was give 45 minutes to get settled in her hotel before she had to be at the theater to start working on the routines. She worked with the choreographer for a few hours before the rest of the dancers showed up to rehearse with her. It worked to her advantage that she was a seasoned burlesque dancer, and there where only two group numbers in this show she was able to pick up the routines quickly.

All the hard work in the last few days was about to be put to the test. Once the lights hit her and the crowd started to respond it was all worth it. The first number was just the ensemble; it paid homage to the classic style of burlesque, a good way to get the crowd warmed up. There where no costume malfunctions and no one dropped their feather boa before cue the perfect start to the show.

Mae had 15 minutes for costume change for the next number; this is the feature with Bunny. The costumes where beautiful for this number, bright red corsets with black garters and hose. The head dressed look like doorman’s hats but with black plumage. The main theme was Bunny had been out shopping and has come back to her room to relax. The ensembles job was to carry up all of her packages. Each one carried a stack of boxes that gradually got taller. Mae was the last “doorman” so her stack was eight boxes tall, they were all secured together, but they where still a challenged to dance with. The real challenge was the standard chorus girl kicks they had to do with the boxes in hand. Once the packages where deposited they danced their way off stage. Bunny mesmerized the crowd with her power of seduction. Her alabaster skin and bright red hair was a beautiful contrast her black costume. As the music played she worked the stage stripping items from her costume strategically, by the end of the act she was in nothing but a pair of heels, jewel encrusted pasties and g-sting. She was breath taking.

 

 

The Dream? – Red Writing Hood

Mae walked in on a fight between a man who looked like he had stepped out of a gangster movie from the 20’s and what could only be described as a bejeweled dancer. They didn’t notice her standing there.

“You stupid broad, how did you think the Boss would react when he found out about you stepping out on him with that stagedoor Johnny?” he grabbed her arm and jerked her closer to his massive chest.

“I don’t give a damn what your boss wants! I don’t belong to him” she yelled at him while trying to pull free from his grip.

“Go tell him that I am not his dame and he needs to get out of my business.” Defiantly she pokes the large man in the chest.

The suit released his grip on her arm, raised his right hand over his left shoulder and then swung quickly at her pretty face. When Mae heard the backhand connect loudly she gasped, this drew the attention of they guy in the suit.

“What the hell are you looking at you stupid bitch? This is not your concern, now get the hell out of here before I give you one!”

Mae’s interruption gave the dancer a chance to run. Turning his attention back to her in a smooth motion he reached in to his jacket and pulled out what looked like a gun.

“NOOOOO!” Mae screamed. The music was too loud no one could hear her.

The gun was fired making a deafening sound that echoed in Mae’s head. Her ears where ringing but she could hear muffled screams, and the music had stopped playing.

She didn’t realize that she had close her eyes. When she opened them she was safely in her bed. Had she really dreamt it all?

Early Sunday- Red Writing Hood

“Well, what is there to do before sunrise on a Sunday?” no one was up to answer that question.

Katilin got out of bed,started to head to the shower. About halfway there she decided that it would be a great time to hoop for a while outback, maybe a chance to watch the sunrise. She hadn’t spent quality time with her hoop in a while so this was a good plan. Quickly she got dressed, yoga pants and a t-shirt, her favorite hooping outfit.

She found her hoodie, grabbed her hoop and keys and was out the door to meet the morning. The air was cool and crisp as it hit her exposed skin. At this point she was cold but once she got the hoop going she knew that would warm up.

The world around her was quiet and dark. There was no real noises just the sound of the water sloshing in her hoop and her breathing. Normally she hooped with music but today she wanted to “hear” the world wake up. Plus it was a bit creepy in the backyard at this time of day.

Seeing how it had been a while, she was a bit rusty and had to pick the hoop up off the ground a few times before she got the feel for it and was able to sustain the movement without much effort. Then she was able to play with other moves, more like dancing. This allowed her mind to wander, no longer having to thinking about what she was doing. She was having a zen moment.

Katilin was hooping for about 30 minutes before she realized that she was hungry. Sunrise was still a few minutes away. She didn’t stop thinking about what she wanted to eat. For some crazy reason she was craving a BLT. Like the ones her mom would make in the summers with fresh tomatoes from the garden out front. She didn’t really like tomatoes but there was something about them being fresh off the vine, that was awesome.

The sun was up and she was starving. Katilin made her way back in the house, it was time to give in to the craving. The highlight to having the roommates that she did, the fresh produce always in the house, seeing how they both worked at a farmers market.

A perfect way to start a Sunday.

 

 

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