"A chaotic or disastrous situation that holds a peculiar fascination for observers."
Life is not and will never be defined as perfect. The world is a place where there is change everywhere you look. Where there are diverse people with secrets, tra...
" Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are" ~ Niccolo Machiavelli
She carefully walked off the train with her hair covering her face. She made her way through the crowds of people making sure to not catch any curious eyes, especially from the boy she shared a seat with.
The boy who found interest in her presence and the boy that she couldn't help but feel the same connection, however, she ignored her interests and continued walking off the train.
She wondered what the time was as she could feel the clouds darkening around her. She kept her gaze down and her hair over her shoulders. Looking at the sidewalk covered in drops of rain she thought to herself that she could not be late and that the sky was only confusing her of the real time. It must be around the beginning of the afternoon because that's the time she would have to attend the place she was headed.
Off and towards work was where she was going to at this time. A job where she didn't and could never work for the pleasure but for only the little amount of money it provided. A job where she only helped cleaned up the place, helped served others beverages at moments, and sometimes helped pick out the clothing for the strippers.
While most ignored her presence as if she was another fly on the wall others took notice, but in a way she or any other woman would never want to feel.
She got used to being uncomfortable in most situations. Especially situations that had surroundings which contained women dancing half naked and men who felt the need to gain pleasure from any source.
"Lovely Dancers" was the name of the so called place that Bostonians would go for cheap enjoyment. A place much people didn't know of unless they were really desperate. A place that hid in the dark alleyways of the streets. The type of streets that gangs and criminals would lurk on and do illegal activities.
She didn't know the truth about "Lovely Dancers" and how it was technically not supposed to be what and where it was. She hardly even knew the name of the street it was on even though she had to walk there from her train stop. She would just follow the familiar buildings and other surroundings and made sure not to catch anybody's attention. For the most part she just knew it was another bad street in Boston and how there are many businesses that are owned on bad streets.
She only gained information of this place from a member that works there and lives with her in a shitty apartment that so happens to be near another bad part of Boston. McKinley is the name the roommate goes by.
McKinley doesn't take the train like the girl does but instead takes rides from friends or people where there are favors to be owed. Favors that have reasons, ones that she, McKinley, would never speak of and ones that isn't bothered to be asked.
The girl always had an odd fascination with trains for multiple reasons. One of them being how people didn't bother you, unlike in taxi cabs, where there is some communication involved. And, in taxi cabs in the past has involved extra money for just having to look at her. At least that's what most of them have pointed out to her.
As she was on the street that contained her workplace she then walked through the old, brown stained door with a hanging, partially ripped pink banner above. This banner contained a figure of a woman on a pole in the middle of the words that was supposed to say "Lovely Dancers", but turned out to say "Lovely Dan" with the help of spray paint and the changing weather.
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Despite how empty the place was, with their crooked chairs and tables with silver poles scattered around the place, the boss stormed towards her way "Why are you late?!"
She mumbled a couple of swears under her breath as she kept her head hung low in shame remembering how late the train had started.
As she was about to respond that it was not going to happen again he interrupted before she could speak. "Listen, I know you're only the jizzmopper around here but we still need this place clean and ready for service, understand?"
She nodded and scurried over to the little supply closet that was kept near the dressing rooms and got to work.
It was 1:30 a.m.. After working from what was supposed to be 12 p.m. but had a late start that began at 1 p.m., she was tired. Tired from cleaning all the bathroom stalls, urinals and the floors, and at moments, serving others drinks when the bartenders were busy.
After she was let off to leave, after communicating some extra work for her tardiness, she was then greeted by a man named Jimmy. The homeless drug addict that lived on the same street that she had to walk on from getting out of work.
Jimmy greeted her as usual in his forward, slouched sitting position on the ground with rags and dirt covering his body. She tried to avoid any contact as she normally does with everyone but Jimmy is a persistent guy.
"Heyyy" His words slurred. "Dammit, what's your name again" he tries to whisper to himself, but failed and was heard.
"Don't worry about it Jimmy. You'll just forget about it again anyways" She says loud and clear, which was a skill she gained from having to talk to his half deaf self.
She continued to walk away down the dark alleyway that made her steps echo against the sidewalk. Whispers and murmurs of talk were heard through the rain and coughs from the sick and homeless.
"Wait, wait" he speaks out again.
She can't help but stop in her tracks and walk towards the other side of the alleyway where Jimmy was seated on the sidewalk, near a wall of a building.
"I'm sorry dear, all I wanted to say was to be safe".
"I know" She seats herself besides him and stretched her legs out in front of her.
He gestures a old blanket towards her way. "Wanna use it. It's-It's a bit chilly?" he stutters from the chill breeze that brushed by with the drops of rain.
She shakes her head and he places it near her feet while saying "Use it whenever, but make sure not to take off with it."
"You know I won't" she says while playing with her fingers and keeping her hair over her shoulders, continuing to cover the sides of her face, despite the fact that Jimmy doesn't mind.
"I know, but you can't help blame a man for being cautious."
She nods her head in understanding, knowing what he had meant as she lived a life of being cautious.
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Wow it's been a damn long time since I updated. No amount of sorry's I say to you guys will describe how exactly sorry I am. Not only am I apologizing for you guys I'm doing so for myself because I've been meaning to write.
I can't even blame the writers block anymore because Ive had ideas and I've heard the best way to get yourself out of a writer's block is to write your way out, which I have been doing as you see here by this update, which I hope you enjoyed by the way ;)
I quit doing the monthly update thing. Ill update whenever and if it happens to be monthly, weekly, daily, hourly, secondly, then so be it. For now, I'll update when I can and then when I grow into the time management it takes to writing, then I'll decide when I'll update.
And I know there is no song here but there is a picture that I have made myself that fits the description of the place "Lovely Dancers".
I could not find a fit enough song for the chapter, especially how there is more dialog in this chapter compared to the other chapters. If I put a song in a chapter with dialog I want it to be with little to no lyrics or lyrics that fit freaking perfectly and I mean perfect. Sorry, I'm a bit of a perfectionist, even though this story is far from perfect so I don't know what I'm talking about lol.
You don't understand how accomplished I feel for finishing and publishing this chapter, even if its almost been years (I know I'm being dramatic but I can't help but feel that way).
Anyways, besides my rambling, I hope you have stuck around despite how long my updates are and you may vote, comment, and CONTINUE......with your beautiful lives :)!
