No longer a lady of the night (NC17)

Violet was her own her own woman now, no more nights spent prowling the streets parading herself around, guarding her territory from some 15 year old who thought she was worth more than she really was, the younger generation of call girls really knew absolutely nothing, you used to have to work your way through the ranks if you wanted to work the better corners.

The thing was though now that she put up her hot pants and iridescent bikini top she didn't really know what to do with herself, sure she could steal but that would only have her benefitting unless... She stole for other people, that could make her some fast cash right?

She continued to think about her future as she walked down the street not paying much attention to anything, when she slammed into someone in front of her. "Oh, uh sorry wasn't lookin' where I was goin'..." She made an attempt to hide the tennis bracelet that had just fallen out of the back pocket of her black jeans.

Scott was out and about. Walking the streets to check on things. See if there was any information. Mutants getting reported as being kidnapped. Things were getting stickier and sticker. His shades replaced the viser so that he would blend in just a little bit more. Tonight had been oddly silent out. Almost too much so with all the chaos lately. The black leather jacket, dark blue t-shirt and black jeans covering his form made it a little easier to blend in. What didn't help him stand in was the fact it was night and he was wearing ruby red tinted sunglasses. He was used to it though. Better than the alternative. He should have kept his head out of the clouds.

He sensed the other before they bumped into him. Turning around to see if the person was alright. "Sorry myself. Should have kept walking not just been standing there." he said in a serious tone. "You alright miss?" She was acting a little suspcious but he knew she didn't pick pocket him. Wallet wasn't in the back pockets.

Violet quickly shoved the bracelet back into her pocket and then looked over the man in front of her, he was nothn' special, it was a little odd for him ta be wearing sunglasses at night,it reminded her of that one song. He wasn't all that worth being a victim to her thieving ways do she just gave a smile. "Um hi! I'm fine, fine as can be! May I ask what's with the raybans I mean they're nice but I've tried wearin' em at night but it doesn't really work ya know?    She said spitting out her words quickly it wasn't that she felt guilty it's that she was just a face talker she was a speedster for God's sake!

Scott caught the action she made but it wasn't his issue. Petty thieves weren't part of the job description. Wasn't even why he was out here tonight. Looking at her as if studying her. She was jittery and moving a thousand miles a minute. Like a hyperactive child or an adreniline or speed junkie. Not that he actually knew that but those seemed more logical than a she Flash. He had to focus to catch her speedy rapid commentary. "It works for me just fine. Its better than the alternative. They are necessity not fashion statement." he said with a serious tone. He half answered her question on them. In his mind anyways. "So what are you doing out this late?" he asked after an awkward silence as conversation wasn't usually his strongsuit. Outside of talking about planes or cars anyways.

She bounced on the balls of her feet, she was naturally jittery if he thought she was weird that was his problem, she wasn't the one wearing sunglasses with red tinted lenses, and why were they red? Was it his favorite color? Was he conveying another symbolic meaning they studied that crap in like middle school red was the color of passion.... Maybe he was a prostitute.... Or maybe not he seemed to tense, it weirded her out. He was fun to toy with though.

She smiled and replied to his question of what she was doing out this late, what was he the curfew police... Wait what if he was the police.... There was no way! After she narrowed down her options on who this guy was  she decided she could say a few more things " I'm Just out. Doin' my job! Well I mean I no longer work on the streets I just quit! But it was fun while it lasted! Well not really but it all depends how ya view it and if your costumers got rough, see I was always too rough for them cause ya see I like to do things fast!"  She winked after her last speedy sentence and wrapped a playful arm around the guys shoulders. "OH! by the way you can call me Vi, or Violet or Vixen or whatever really!"

Scott moved away from the woman again. Pulling out his phone to check the time and the slipped it back away. It was a good thing he wasn't a mind reader...though with how faster everything about her moved even if he was it would just be rapid chaos and jumbled confusion more than likely. He looked at her a bit. "None of my business. Just be careful. These days are dangerous for normals and mutants alike." he said with a shrug. He rubbed his temples and wondered again why it was he always seemed to attract the beautiful women of all kinds and he clearly had the I am not looking signals going on. Or was he mistaken. He gave up. Keeping u pwith her speech that jumped everywhere. "Scott." he stated when she said his name. Why did he have a feeling she was having too much fun at his expense. He discretely let himself out of her arm wrap. "You okay?" He asked. She seemed very nervous and he wasn't talking how fast she was chattering.

The red head stopped for a moment, a very brief moment, and realized she was going way to fast for him to keep up she didn't mean to of course, it was just a nasty habit, when you have so much to say but no time to really explain yourself having the ability to speed up your speech was a great thing to have, there was also the fact that she didn't like talking to men all alone, true this one seemed harmless but after 6 years of being a play toy men had become quite easy to read every one of them had a type (and super speed was nice when the unwanted types came around), and this one ,Scott, had lots of little secret desires he wasn't shelling out.

She decided to take a deep breath and start this over, he seemed a bit annoyed by her quick tendencies. "Sorry... Sometimes I get nervous I guess and I just... Speed up" that wasn't a total lie, she just wanted to cover the 'I'm a speed demon who has a running speed equal to that of the speed of light and my mind moves a mile a minute, sorry about that!' "I'm fine though just... Kind of homeless. My agency, prostitution agency, took care of my housing and now that I quit... I'm sort of fucked." she said with a sheepish smile, she wasn't looking for a bed to sleep in or a hand out, she just wanted someone to talk to she never had that.

(sorry multitasking sites...and i wanted to make a post worth the wait. Had a bit of motivation issues for posting anywhere within the last couple days. XD hope you like it ^^)

Scott was sure he kept up...processing it all at once took more time. Caring to do so when nothing stuck out during the past commentary as of importance outside a statement here and there...nonexistant. He was honestly glad someone else could do the talking and he could just stay silent. He prefered it. Didn't always stick to it but he did. A sideways glance when the jittery energetic woman took a deep breath brought to him the realization that the young woman conversing with him...was also a red head. Might have been he just hadn't taken time to notice. His mind recollecting...he seemed to attract alot of red heads. More prominate ones was Jean and this woman.

Turning to face her fully he gave her the respect of being noticably focusing on her as she spoke. Even as he was listening around for signs of danger. Not for himself but right now he felt obligated to keep the young woman safe. If nothing else. "I gathered that." He said as a hint of an amused smile crossed his lips. Then left a moment later. It was quite amusing but he didn't read too much into it. He was with an 88% certainty this girl wasn't just a rapid talking female...yet it had to do with some abilities she seemed to want to pretend she wasn't possessing. Not that he blamed her in this day and age.

She spoke again and he snapped out of his musing and thoughts. "I am going to hazard a guess and say you're gifted like myself. If you need a safe place to stay I can point you in the direction of a school for the gifted. If not there is a few hotels off towards china town that put up gifted people and hide them for free from the M.R.D. that I recently learned of." He fell silent after that. He looked at her. "I think I might go into that pizza joint over there...you're free to follow if you want to talk...can't gaurentee I'll chime in but I'll offer an ear if you want it." He said before he started walking towards the place.

(S'all good I've been busy dealing with gross real life but the reply was very much well worth the wait!)

She caught the way he was looking at her, it was amusing almost, like a little kid with a crush. He was a man of few words which wasn't unusual at all, a lot of men were like that one time a guy paid her to shut up, she made him pay for it, of course she was sued and fired from that agency but she wasn't gonna let someone control her like that, she may've prostituted her body but she had some sort of standards.

 She listened to Scott talk and tried not to bounce or fidget too much but she stopped moving completely when he mentioned the MRD, "Wait the MRD as in the mutant snatchers? I know 'em, well I've heard of 'em." and for once she wasn't lying either, they were looking for her few nights back at her corner, she was what could be called a 'specialty' escort it was a bit demeaning but they pay extra for girls who accommodate for fetishes and a girl with a 'power' like hers was easily a comic book fanboys wet dream, but part of the deal that no one tells anyone about her little ability, how ever someone spilled and they tried to get her, thankfully she did run before they could get her. "they didn't get me though obviously, just asked around my corner, but the girls know to keep there mouths shut. I'll probably end up goin' to that motel school isn't really my thing." She smiled at him but then quickly frowned, he seemed like a good guy, but Violetta wasn't good. She learnt that a long time ago its what she was told by her father, by her criminal record. Normal life was unattainable for someone like her, yeah there's always that reform bullshit but it wouldn't be worth it. T

his Scott guy seemed like good company and she had no one right now, so she took him up on his offer besides maybe she could get her mind off things. "If ya don't mind me goin' with ya I will take you up on the pizza offer though." She smiled and caught up with him as the two walked together to the restaurant. She couldn't put her finger on it but there was something different abut this guy and it wasn't just the mutant thing

He had seen New York City in the movies but he had never thought he would have be there in person. But here he was in the city without a passport and on the run from the group known as the MRD that was hunting and killing mutants. He hoped he never ran across them, he could out run them but he didn’t have any place to run to. He didn’t have any money to get a hotel room or even food and he was getting hungry. It looked like he would need to snatch some purses once again to make ends meet.  The whole reason he came down to the states was to not have a life like this but what was he to do? He didn’t know where exactly this school was just rumors of a place where mutants could go to be safe and accepted that was all he wanted.
 
There were plenty of targets to steal from on the side walk. He had taken a man’s wallet that had 40 dollars in it. That would be enough for food for a day or so but he needed something worth more. He kept walking with his hood up trying to blend into the crowd as best he could.  A woman was catching up to a man wearing sunglasses and saw the bit of the bracelet that stuck out of her pocket. From what it looked like he could easily sell it for a lot of money to get him through before he decided to cross back up north or find this place he had heard about.  He moved walking past Scott wondering why the man wore sunglasses at night before he bumped into the woman.  excusez-moi, madame. he said in a French Canadian accent after he quickly pulled the bracelet from Violleta’s pocket and continued walking.  If she noticed her bracelet was missing he could easily out run her.
 
(Hope I am not interrupting, Violleta’s handler said I could jump in. Let me know if you need this post deleted.)

She walked along with Scott chatting with him, obviously doing all the talking, covering a very wide range of topics varying from the weather all the way to what her favorite condom flavor was. Everything was going pretty well, by her standards of course but, after the two mutants walked about half a block she decided to check on her stolen piece of jewelry. She reached her hand to the back pocket of her black skinny jeans and suddenly a look of horror washed over her face when she found the pocket to be empty. There was no way it would've fallen out, and she knew better then to assume it just fell out all on its own, some street rat took the bracelet, the 8,000 dollar 4 karat D grade diamond tennis bracelet that she stole from some nameless socialite  in one of New Yorks swankier neighborhoods! She was on the verge of fuming, you can steal from other people, that's the whole point, but you don't steal from a god damn thief! She stopped dead in her tracks and looked around, the culprit had to be around there somewhere. She narrowed her eyes, eyeing up everyone who was on that street, that's when she saw the dark haired boy walking down the street in front of them, the one who bumped into her, she was gonna make that little shit pay.

She took off her sleek, black stilettos and handed them to Scott, there was no way she going to chase after this kid wearing heels even with super speed it was an awful idea. She approached the boy with a smile, the one she used to do to lure men in, and she lightly tapped his shoulder. "Hi sweetie I believe you just took something that I worked my ass off to snatch, and I think it would be in your best interest if you gave it back to me now and avoid any problems that may occur in the very near future." She cocked a hip and had a smirk on her blood red lips as she addressed the young man. Of course she could just zip by him at a mach 2 speed, and snatch the bracelet right up but where was the fun in that, besides, she was ready to put up a fight if it was needed and could always just run there was no way he could catch up to her.

Jean-Paul kept walking looking at the bracelet he had plundered from the old, saggy hoe. 8,000 dollars would be a lot of money. He could get an apartment for a few months or move to a city were everything wasn’t as expensive as heck.
 

He felt a tap on his shoulder and he stuffed the bracelet into his pocket out of reach of the woman that had decided to approach him.  He let out a chuckle looking at the woman as she threatened him with the whole best interest speech. I am sorry madame. I thought you wanted it gone as it was sticking out of your pocket. It is mine now and I shall be on my way. Au revoir.” he said before he turned and ran away at super speed papers and trash flying in his wake.

Oh shit. He was a speederster too? This could be fun! She quickly removed her silver heart shaped hoop earrings and any other jewelry she had on and tossed it to Scott, "Hold my earrings, I'll be back in a flash!" She said with a wink, and after that she was gone in the blink of the eye, she was right on the French-Canadians heels too. There was no way in hell some little punk was gonna out run her on her stomping ground, she would not have that.She yelled as she continued to chase him "Ya know some of us work hard for what we steal around here!" She was so close to his back pocket but she wasn't close enough, accelerating could kill her but waiting for him to wear down would make her look weak, decisions, decisions.

His eyes shot open and he swore under his breath seeing that the hooker was a speedster like him. Looks like the rumors were right. New York had a large mutant population he would fit well here…maybe. He kept running seeing the woman catching up to him. ”I do to. Have your boy toy buy you something nice.” he said speeding up faster and running in a circle around her. He never dealt with another speedster before and she seemed rather slow. Jean-Paul knew he could run fast, he had broken the sound barrier before he knew he could run faster than that. He pushed himself once and it almost killed him but right now he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.
 

The young man quickly grabbed some money that was peeking out of her bra and held it up taunting it in her face. “Vous êtes lent  you are slow he said to her in his French Canadian accent as he sped back the way they had come earlier.

She didn't know her own speed as a speedster, the only teacher she had was herself and she knew faster speedsters were out there but what irked her is that this one was younger then she was. She wasn't going to show her frustration though, she had to keep a pretty face not show that she wanted to kick him the balls especially when he took the extra cash she had stashed away in her boobs "My pimp bought me those assholes, and that Scott guy is not my boyfriend, ew!" Scott was cute but he wasn't anything more than that, besides Scott wasn't her concern right now, taking this kid down was what she was more concerned with. She then continued to chase after him trying to raise her speed despite the consequences.

((not at all :D the more the merrier. My apologies for the delay. Multiple sites and had some health issues.))
Scott looked at her and just nodded his head. He was starting to walk still and looked at her with an almost who hasn't heard of them face. He continued to lead the way to the pizza joint. He let her talk and stopped for a moment when she seemed to stop following. He shrugged a bit. "Wouldn't have offered if I minded." He said with an almost joking tone. He had noticed the man get closer to Violetta yet didn't catch the pickpocketing. He was busy trying to process everything she was saying and it took a moment to truly notice the fact she wasn't following.

Really all he could do when she took off her heels and handed them to him was hold them in one arm. He rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. He just looked after them. His fingers running through his fingers. When she took off like a blur his spatial awareness is all that helped him keep up with anything happening even slightly. Leaning up against a wall. "This is going to be a night I hadn't expected...two speedy gonzaleses...should be interesting." He said under his breath.

Looking down to his hands. Speaking of which...considering the tensions coming from her...how did he end up trustworthy enough to hold her shoes? They definitely weren't his size and he didn't hold such interests. He opened his eyes and watched them interacting. Even with the spatial awareness most times these two were blurs for the most part.He was sure he should do something but it was currently less attention tracking two blurs than if he started firing blasts around. For the moment he was just waiting. He still planned to go for pizza. Calling out. "When you two are done we can all go get pizza."

Jean-Paul taught himself how to move quicker than everyone else. Being involved with sports and a terrorist organization back in the day were good enough reasons to make sure he could out run everyone. He kept running away and stopped when he heard the woman mention how her pimp bought the money for her. He stopped and looked towards the blur that was Violeta. ”Ewww…I better not get an STD from touching it or you.  ” he said in disgust as he made a gross face. The woman kept running towards him and right when she was upon him he ran again. She was getting faster but he could run faster but at this rate if he tried to move any faster there would be a sonic boom and he did not want sentinels on his tail. He had seen the footage of them attacking mutants and he did not want to be at the receiving end.
 

The mutant speedster kept up his running, running past Scott and turning around hoping the woman would have horrible mobility and just keep going straight.  The sun glass wearing dude mentioned getting pizza and he slid to a stop in front of Scott as he quickly put on the bracelet that he rightfully liberated from Violeta. ”Pizza?” he asked in an interested tone just to clarify. It had been some time since he had a decent meal and New York was famous for its pizza. ”Are you buying? I haven’t eaten in days.” he said not really caring if Violeta tried to tackle him. The bracelet could get him more food later down the road but right now pizza if it was free would be worth losing the bracelet…for now.

Everything the firey red head did was self taught, true she was born with her mutation but she learnt control, speed and everything else herself, and she was willing to admit she wasn't the greatest teacher,but it got the job done, til she met this guy, Jean-Paul, he was competition and when it came to competition Violetta Grace Monroe played to win. She kept running and increased her speed in small increments, it still wasn't safe and she was getting worn down if she kept this up her own life would be at risk. Thankfully she was distracted by the comment about her having an HIV. the girl screeched to a stop, in both disbelief and so she could take a rest before trying to go at it again. "I get tested every month you little shit!" She yelled after him and slid into a screeching halt. After that she was behind him and it annoyed her, how he got so fast was beyond her!

When the other man stopped in front  of Scott after hearing the two of them were getting pizza she finally caught up with him and unhooked HER bracelet from around his wrist and shoved it into her bra ,there was no way he would go diving in there. She then heard him want to go out for pizza with them? She wasn't with Scott but hey two people with an unnaturally  high metabolism would eat the place out of food and Violetta hadn't had a decent meal in months. "Look here, last time I checked thieves weren't welcome to come with us.... Theives that are not me." She had a justified reason to steal. No one could tell her other wise.

Scott blinked a bit and watched the two as they came close. The young teen stopped and he stood up. "Yes. I am. All you guys can eat." He said with a chuckle. "My plans stay the same even if you guys don't join. If you want to its free...I'm buying." he said as he watched Violetta come over before something Jean Paul said made him look at him fully. "Why is that?" he asked refering to the fact he hadn't eaten in a couple days. He had ignored some of the more hostile interactions between the two. He shook his head. "I believe I'm buying and free foods open to others. You two want the free food follow. I'm heading in." he said. Turning and headed into the restuarunt door. Three feet up and near the wall he'd been leaning against. Opening the door he got a table for three and waited by it to see if one or both of them followed. Silently as he ordered three sodas and got a basket of breadsticks for an appetizer.

”Maybe you should get tested more often” Jean Paul responded in his French Canadian accent as he crossed his arms as he watched Violetta thrust the bracelet into the depths of her cleavage. He would get it back somehow he was sure of that.
 

Jean Paul turned to walk away. If the hooker didn’t want him around then he would go find something else to steal or something to eat. Thankfully the guy with the glasses spoke up saying that it was all you can eat and he perked back up. ”All you can eat and free!! Yeah I’m in!” he said rushing back to Scott’s side as they walked into the pizza joint and Jean Paul took a seat and fidgeted a bit. ”I ran away from home…well not really home…more of foster home and I was going to be kicked out anyways cause I’m now. So I ran across the border from Canada because I heard there was a school here….” he said before the bread sticks were put down and he quickly took one and started to eat it. ”For mutants and other people” he said while chewing the bread stick and grabbing for another one.

The ginger haired woman rolled her eyes at the male speedsters comment about her needing to get tested more often and sneered, he was one to talk he probably had fleas or something. She couldn't help but grin and stick out her tounge in an immature manner when she saw he wasn't going to take the dive into her silicon stuffed bosoms where she had stored the bracelet. Violetta-1, Jean Paul-0.

When they got to the pizza place Violetta was starving, she hadn't had food in the past 24 hours and that was a very long time for her. She took a seat by Scott letting the French-Canadian have the other side of the booth to himself, she wouldn't let him anywhere her bracelet. When the bread sticks came out and were placed on the table she snatched one and licked it playfully (Because why eat a breadstick without making a dick joke) but remained silent without making any snarky comments as she listened to the kid talk about his past. she wasn't going to take away from  Jean-Paul's "Haven't eaten in days" thing but the kid looked like a puppy, with a face like that how did people not just shove cupcakes in his face out of how 'innocent' he looked. 'Letta was an open book (who couldn't keep her moth shut) but her past was a very delicate subject, especially her father.She just sat there and listened as she gobbled down her food.