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Feeling her arm slip around her own, Agnes had to chuckle a little at the sight. What must it look like to those gather to see the two teenage girls like this? Well under normal circumstances it would look simply like a pair of best friends or sisters simply spending another grand day out at the mall. Sisterly affection between females is common, but in this case, there would obviously be arched brows. Gina’s gargoyle like appearance, and Agnes own, ultra thin, shy complexion would make the most understanding of people pause and look closer.
But to Agnes all their wandering eyes were lost on her as she led the way towards the Cinna-Bon stand. She was having a nice day out with her sister, and despite a small bumpy start at the beginning, she was committed to having fun. This would be her girls day out, they would shop, eat stuff that wasn’t good for them and just wander around aimlessly; just like teenagers should.
Making their way to the very short line, Agnes looked over the menu as Gina seemed to do the same…
>> "I wouldn't mind paying for my own food-- but, if you insist--Free food's not a thing to turn down…What are you thinking of having?"[/i]
Really? A menu at a place that only sells cinnamon rolls? Agnes had to laugh at the thought. It really was funny when the one thing that they advertised and yet they had a large menu.
She made a weird face as she read about the “Pecan Cinnamon Roll” and glanced to Gina. Just the picture of the baked good alone made her teeth hurt and want to form cavities. She shook her head.
“That Pecan one looks waaaay too sweet,” she mumbled as she looked over the menu. “Um, just a regular one for me, maybe a bottle of water.” She then glanced to Gina, who seemed to drooling over many of the options. “I wish I had a camera,” she said with a small, joking grin.
“Next please,” the man behind the counter announced and waved for Agnes and Gina to move up.
Meanwhile, sitting in at a table not far from the Cinna-Bon court, a pair of teenage boys, between 16 and 17 were elbowing each other and nodding to the backs of both Agnes and Gina. Human, more than likely, this duo would obviously be up to no good. Whether their intentions would be fueled by hormones or needs to be bullies, it was not just yet known. Instead, for the now, they simply watched and whispered to each other.
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Gina nodded absently as Agnes echoed what she intended on ordering-- a regular cinnamon roll, a bottle of water. That sounded good enough for Gina. The menu was a lot more complex than she remembered it being, with miniautre cinnamon rolls, cinnamon sticks, and... a pecan cinnamon roll? A normal one was good enough for her.
"I wish I had a camera," Agnes mused. Gina looked up quickly, to see what she was talking about, but her gaze was trained on the gargoyle.
"What?" Gina demanded, wiping at her mouth. There didn't seem to be anything on her face, but she became vaguely aware that she might have been gazing dreamily towards the menu, "Yeah, me too, except nix the water." Water was for weaklings. Water was for washing down cinnamon rolls that were far too sweet for normal people-- Gina wasn't one of those people. She took her cinnaomn rolls straight.
"Next please," the cashier called them over, and the two of them approached. Gina managed her best smile, wedging her thumbs in her pockets. As Agnes was the one who had volunteered to pay, Gina was going to let her make the order. It would go beyond her introverted tendencies, but it'd be good for her. The cashier continued, "And what could I do for you ladies, today?"
As Agnes began to order, Gina let her gaze shift towards the food court. She was scoping out a table for the pair of them. It wasn't crowded, per se, but the empty tables were few and far between. She let her gaze linger on the few clusters of people that were already there. She spied the boys, who were spying them, but thought little of them. She was used to getting stared at, and gave them a coy little smile. She didn't give much thought to who they were, or what their intent was. Gina returned her attention to more important matters, namely the acquisition of cinnamon rolls. Finding seats wouldn't be a problem.
Agnes nodded as she took Gina’s order, still a little smile on her face and headed towards the young man behind the counter. Gina looked casual, thumbs in her pockets, and Agnes looked interested in everything that was on the menu. The man did a double-take a Gina, but instead of saying anything, he merely focused his attention on Agnes as she made thoughtful sounds like she was attempting to figure out exactly what she wanted from the establishment.
“Hi,” Agnes said a bit brightly as she stood behind the counter and peered at the menu behind the man. “How are you doing today?”
“Very good,” the young man said with a grin. It was obvious that he was mistaking the young runaway’s good mood for flirting. “What can I tempt you tongue with today?”
Agnes, a little oblivious to the innuendo behind the man’s words, just smirked a little before she nodded to the menu.
“Can I get two regular cinnamon rolls and one bottle of water, please?” Agnes said as she hefted her small bag up and began to dig around for the change she got back from buying her clothes.
“Two sweets for the sweet, coming right up,” the young man winked as he sauntered off to collect the two baked goods.
Agnes arched a brow as she glanced over to Gina with a “what-was-all-that-about” look on her face. Before she could comment though, the man had returned, two boxes filled with the warm cinnamon rolls and a cool bottle of water in his hands. As he set them down for them, Agnes glanced once more at the menu and pulled out the appropriate money for the items. When handed over though, as the man punched up the price, he apparently only charged her for about half of what the full cost should have been.
“Excuse me,” Agnes said as she pointed to the register’s lit numbers. “I don’t think you charged me for everything…” Agnes said as she took back her change and glanced at the receipt.
“Aw, don’t worry about it, Sweets,” the cashier said with a smirk. “Just make sure you find way back here later, I can hook you up again.” This was followed by a wink.
Agnes mere looked, oblivious at the cashier before she pocketed her change, the receipt, and handed Gina her cinnamon roll. With a small smile and a nod of thanks, Agnes turned and left the establishment. She glanced back to Gina as they walked towards the food court, looking for a table to sit.
“That was weird,” Agnes muttered as she attempted to find a seat.
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Gina looked up at the "tempt your tongue" line, arching her eyebrows at the young man. Well, that was forward. Agnes didn't seem to take notice, though, and she made the order. She continue to watch, bemused, as the guy fed her yet another line, and went off to get their food.
"Thanks, honey," Gina said sarcastically after the young man, smiling impishly at Agnes, while her friend simply arched an eyebrow. He returned with the two cinnamon rolls and a cool bottle of water. Gina didn't pay much attention to the exchange of money, but merely eyed the boxes before them. God, that was going to taste so good. She looked up again when Agnes corrected how much the man had charged, as opposed to what was on the reciept. The guy continued with his cloyingly sweet yet slightly perverted advances, all of which Agnes seemed unaware of.
Gina chuckled wit a warm sarcasm, her brow furrowed, as she accepted her cinnamon roll. She turned in-step with Agnes, and the two of them exited into the seating area. It wasn't that she had a problem with the attention he was giving Agnes, it was simply the wrong context, and a bit much. Plus that, but he was looking at Gina as if he'd never seen a mutant before. What a freak.
"That was weird," Agnes muttered.
"God, did you see how goo-goo-eyed that guy was over you?" Gina whispered, her voice hushed and a smile touching her lips, "I bet we could have worked a freebie out of him-" her eyes got a devious glint in them, "-We need to go out to eat more often." She was, of course, kidding-- most fast food employees were more capable of behaving themselves.
Gina paused to survey the seating, and spied an open, two-person table. It was a few rows over, completely wiped-down and completely unoccupied. It was about halfway between the two teenaged boys and the Cinnabon.
"There," Gina exclaimed, pointing at the table. She hated these food courts, with all of the cramped tables. She always bumped into people, and people always stepped on her tail. However, the most-direct path between them and the table was relatively clear, so she could make it through with the cinnamon roll, her clothes, her bag, and her wings. She ambled over to the table, assuming that Agnes was following. Once she was there, she disposed of her bags by her feet and fluidly sank into the chair, setting her Cinnabon box on the table.
>> "God, did you see how goo-goo-eyed that guy was over you? I bet we could have worked a freebie out of him--We need to go out to eat more often."
“What?” Agnes asked in surprise as the duo made their way into the food court. “Come on, you have to be kidding…”
Agnes, though not completely dimwitted when it came to the advances of the opposite sex, was a hard nut to crack when it came to noticing flirtation when it happened to her. All through out her schooling days, her friends would get so irritated with her when she failed to recognize the advances of a popular boy. Then when she started living on the streets, such knowledge was not really useful. Most anyone who was nice to her, Agnes ignored or ran away from. It did not pay or bode well to listen to people being nice to you. That usually ended up creating bad situations.
But this was different. Looking at Gina, she realized that her gargoyle sister was not at all kidding about the fact that he was flirting with her. A glance back to the establishment that they were leaving and Agnes immediately felt all creeped out. As she walked with Gina to the seating area she pretended to shiver a bit.
“Ugh! That’s…disgusting,” she grumbled as she tried to hide both her revulsion and the humor of the scene. “He had to be, what, 24? 25? Ugh! Perv!” After she made that realization that Gina was suggesting that they get more free food while being out together, she squinted her eyes and gave her light smack on the arm. “How dare you, I’m not your hooker for food.”
There was small descent into a giggling fit as the image of Gina popped into her head, wearing a large, zebra hat and matching suit. She could not imagine the very sweet young mutant pulling off anything like that. Though it will make a great Halloween costume. Agnes would have to make sure to bring that idea up to her later.
>> "There,"
Agnes eyed the spot and nodded her head. “Looks good to me. Let’s go before someone takes it.”
As they weaved around the crowd, Gina being extra careful, Agnes sighed contentedly when they were finally able to set their stuff down. Sliding into the seat across from her friend, she cracked open her freshly bought bottle of water and thankfully drank the contents. Though they were just getting started, Agnes was thankful for the small break. The cool water poured down her throat and immediately sent a wave of coolness throughout her lithe frame. With a sigh she closed the cap, and opened her small cinnamon roll box.
The was the smell that immediately did her in. That scent of the freshly baked roll with the melting icing on it wafted up and immediately tickled her at the base of her brain. All it did was send signals down to her body that she needed to devour the tasty pastry and leave not a single crumb behind.
A small smirk, she picked up her black, plastic fork and began to cut into the roll as she looked around the food court. With a small smile she nodded to Gina.
“You see that hot dog place over there?” she asked as she pointed off towards it. “That’s the whole reason I came to the mansion,” she said with a small chuckle. It both seemed like so long ago and just yesterday. “I stole some hotdogs from there and ran when security chased me. That’s how I ran into the woman who brought me to the mansion. All because of hot dogs.”
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"What? Come on, you have to be kidding..."
Gina beamed as Agnes seemed to battle with disbelief. A boy? Who had been checking her out? Preposterous. Gina simply beamed and glanced back with Agnes, at the boy who'd been quite interested at her. He'd moved onto another customer, but if he hadn't been so preoccupied, Gina was pretty sure he'd be checking her out. Agnes glanced back towards Gina, as if to see if she were kidding, and Gina still wore her smug little smile.
"Ugh! That's disgusting! He had to be, what, 24? 25? Ugh! Perv!" She paused, still quite grossed out, but then realized what her innocent little sister was suggesting, and swatted her on the arm, "How dare you, I'm not your hooker for food."
Gina back-pedaled, giggling along with Agnes. She quickly attempted to correct Agnes's allegation by saying, "You wouldn't be my hooker, I'm just saying that flirting can get you somewhere, in the proper situation." Realizing how awful that sounded, Gina continued to chuckle, sinking into her seat.
“You see that hot dog place over there? That’s the whole reason I came to the mansion. I stole some hotdogs from there and ran when security chased me. That’s how I ran into the woman who brought me to the mansion. All because of hot dogs.”
"Hot dogs, huh?" Gina countered, teasing her cinnamon roll with a fork, "That's awesome. I wish hot dogs or something cool like that had brought me to the mansion." She'd been enrolled in the typical fashion, mostly for the school aspect of it, and her discovery of Xavier's had been nothing out of the norm. Her friends father had a brochure, suggested she call, and so she did. Gina took a bite of the cinnamon roll, instantly being catapulted into a sugar-induced splendor. It was going to be hard to slow her down, once she had all this sugar in her system.
Gina took the opportunity, glancing about at the other patrons in the food court, or simply the people-- mostly teenagers-- that were just hanging out. The boys were still watching them, she noted quietly. She said nothing of it. If Agnes hadn't noticed how crazy the cashier'd been for her, she might not have notice the two boys closer to their age, watching them.
"Well, I'm glad you stuck around," Gina smiled, glancing up at Agnes. And she was being truthful, when she said that-- occasionally, a couple of kids were in and out of there, stopping only for a week or so before taking off once again, perhaps too proud to enroll in the school or what-have-you. It was sad that they'd opted for such a decision- -to be homeless rather than among people who understood and maybe even cared for you.
>> "Hot dogs, huh? That's awesome. I wish hot dogs or something cool like that had brought me to the mansion."
The runaway smiled a little and shook her head. It may have sounded cool but she knew it really wasn’t. At the time she was starving and she needed some kind of food. It was only pure desperation that drove her to run into the mall and attempt to steal hot dogs. But if it was not for that, she knew that she would have never met Sveta and she would have never been taken to the Mansion to begin with. It was the kindness of a complete stranger that took pity on her that changed her life.
But had anyone told Agnes back then that she would have ended up staying at the mansion for mutants like herself, she would have told them that they were crazy. Agnes hated relying on other people. She always tried to protect herself, to depend only on herself and nobody else!
Yet the Mansion had proved to be a place of opportunity, not blind charity. It was someplace she could trust and actually learn to care about. It was a pretty damn nice place to live…
And without it, she might have never met Gina…
>> "Well, I'm glad you stuck around,"[/color]
Agnes smile wide and nodded.
“I’m glad I stayed too.” the runaway said truthfully.
What would her life be like right now? She probably would have never seen Gina again after that one day and had that happened, she would not be in the mall right now, sharing in a nice pastry with her. It was a happy moment and one that Agnes simply could not ignore anymore. She was damn lucky and she recognized that.
Standing up, she walked around the table and hugged Gina suddenly. It was not like the runaway to suddenly embrace someone, so it may have seemed like a shock to the young gargoyle, but Agnes could care less. She was thankfully to have her adopted little sister now and she would never let her go.
“Thank you for today,” She whispered and then leaned down and planted a nice big kiss on the top of Gina’s head before she returned to her seat. “Now, let’s finish these cinnamon rolls. Still a lot of shops to go to. I need shoes.”
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>> "I'm glad I stayed to."
And then Agnes was hugging her, which took the gargoyle girl by surprise. Gina was mid-munch with a forkfule of Cinnabon when Agnes rounded the table and managed to embrace her despite th wings and all. Gina simply arched her eyebrows and her eyes widened marginally, a smile touching her lips.
>> "Thank you for today-- now, let's finish these cinnamon rolls. Still a lot of shops to go to. I need shoes."
And then she planted a kiss on Gina's head, but the hug had already sapped the shock out of her. This was how Agnes was. No physical contact whatsoever, and then spontaneous displays of affection. Back home, Gina's friend Constance had a habit of greeting people with a slap on the rear, so these sorts of gestures atypical between friends surprised her very little.
"Shoes?! Then, what are we waiting for?" Gina perked up. She loved shoes, even though she couldn't wear them. Shoes were fun to shop for, particularly because shoe stores usually had cute accessories in them. Gina could never have too many accessories. She went back to eating her cinnamon roll, with more vigor than before. They couldn't keep shoe-shopping waiting.
Agnes grinned as she watched her companion being to down the cinnamon roll much faster. She really was glad she didn’t have to do this trip by herself. Despite the fact that she really would not have been able to pick out much for herself, it would definitely not have been as much fun. She was glad to have her young sister here and help out and teach her the finer points on shopping. And on top of all that, it was just nice to have someone to share times like this with. She had always wanted a sister go shopping with and simply hang out, but unfortunately that was never in cards for her when she was younger.
At least now she got a chance to recapture some of those moments.
Another grin and Agnes went back to her cinnamon roll. It really was one of the best pastries she had had in the longest time. For a moment she was just enthralled with the sweet treat, the icy dissolved on her tongue into pure sugar and mixed with the baked good that she thoughtfully chewed it. It was a great experience. One bite, then another, and before she knew it, she was done with her cinnamon roll. For a second Agnes really thought she would not have been able to finish it, but apparently she could not have been more wrong.
A satisfied grin and looked up at her young friend and waited for her to finish. It was only when she did that Agnes beamed a sisterly smile at her and winked.
“Come on, you,” she chuckled, “Time to look at shoes!”
Agnes stood and was about to leave turn when she felt a sudden presence near her. Turning on her heel she looked up to see the muscular form of a one of the young men that were watching them while they were at the Cinna-Bon. Agnes arched her brow as she looked up at the light skinned boy, his hair blonde and filled with enough product to make the spikes atop his head deadly. The cocky grin though, that was the thing that immediately pulled Agnes’ lips tight.
“Why hellllllloo,” the teen grinned as he looked Agnes.
Agnes arched her brow, then turned to her sisterly companion, only to find out that she too was being hit on. Her drooling chump was a very dark skinned boy with a varsity jacket on and another overly wide grin. Unfortunately they both looked more interesting in parts of the two girls, rather than themselves as a whole. This irritated Agnes beyond all doubt since it was something that she had seen many times while living on the street. None of it was flattering and, instead, only pissed her off.
“Why don’t you buzz off?” she growled. Her once happy demeanor immediately shifting to a more cold and angry one.
“Aw, come on, baby,” he grinned. “Me and my pal here, were just looking to escort a pair of lovely ladies around the mall. That’s all.”
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Gina finished rather quickly, though she had slowed momentarily, when she hit the gooey center of her the cinnamon roll. It was best part, so there was cause to relish it. She’d have to fly this one off, for cinnamon rolls always left her feeling fat, content and warm—which meant that they were probably grossly unhealthy for her. She stood in-unison with Agnes, but not before her gaze zeroed-in on the boy’s that were approaching the table. Agnes seemed to notice them too—or felt them, really, for she turned and looked up sharply. They were both cute, but they had that lilt in their step, that swagger, that was often an instant-turn off for most girls. The way that they walked said, “Hey, look at me, I’m the Sh*t.”
Gina shrugged, hoping that when these lecherous perverts began hitting on Agnes, she’d catch on and send them packing fast. She busied herself with retrieving Agnes’s empty carton, stacking it on her tray, along with the empty water bottle. All Gina could think was, Wow, Agnes is really on fire today. First the Cinnabon boy, and now these two…
She was about to move for a garbage can, when she looked up and noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that one of the two boys was standing very close to her and watching her very closely. Gina looked up slowly, smiling uneasily. He was a dark-skinned boy with Asiatic features, mayhap Filipino or Latino, she couldn’t tell. He was beaming like a fool and garbed in a varsity jacket. It was obvious that, beneath his thin white shirt, this kid was cut—but by the look with which this boy was giving her, it was also apparent that he was an idiot, and more interested in Gina’s chest than much else. The way he looked at her, you’d think he was a feral dog staring down at a large cut of steak.
“May I help you?” Gina inquired, a little more patient than her friend.
“Hey, baby,” the boy greeted, causing Gina to wince. Of all the pet names he had to choose, the kid chose “baby”. Did she look like an infant to him, “How you doing?”
“Doing well,” Gina said shortly, “And yourself?” Gina glanced at Agnes. Her friend had obviously told the other guy to scram, for he was explaining that they were just looking for a couple of girls to show around the mall. A sick feeling hit Gina’s stomach. Perhaps if they weren’t so sleazy, Gina might have tolerated the company, but these guys were just gross.
“Yeah, what he said,” the boy agreed, giving her a wider grin, “Just looking for some fine, young women to show around the mall.” Gina could have gagged, running through all of the possible excuses she could have given them to persuade these fine gentlemen to leave them alone. They didn’t seem like the type to just give up on “fine, young women”, just because they’d been told no in one way or another. If they’d said that they were taken, they wouldn’t have cared, if they’d said they were too young, they wouldn’t have cared, if they were simply not interested, the men wouldn’t have cared. Only one idea struck Gina, and it was a pretty drastic one—if this didn’t work, then nothing would have. And if it did work, it would be so friggin’ funny to see their reactions.
“Baby, I think you might be confused,” Gina said, in a sugar-sweet tone. She edged closer to Agnes and laced her arm around her sister’s waist, smiling kindly, “I don’t swing that way, sweetheart. Sorry for the let-down.” She then kissed Agnes’s cheek, and glanced back towards the boys. While staring at them with humored eyes, she inquired, “Isn’t that right, honey?”
It took every fiber of Gina’s being to not bust up in uncontrollable laughter. Still fastened to Agnes’s side, she continued on in her honey-golden tone, “Thanks for the offer, boys, but we can find our way just fine.” She prayed to God that the boys would fall for it, or else Gina really had nothing else up her sleeves. She picked up the tray full of trash, and took Agnes’s hand with a, “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get back to shopping—I’m done here-.” The gargoyle then paused to cast a parting glance at the boys, and dismissed herself and Agnes with a, “Good luck in the girl department, better luck next time.”
She practically dragged Agnes towards the nearest trash can. Please God, she prayed, smirking, Let this ploy work. Let us escape without feeling any more violated by these boys’ eyes than any woman deserves to be. Gina may have been both innocent and naïve in some situations, but she was quite fluent in b.s. She dumped the food cartons into the can and deposited the trays on top of the garbage can, still continuing her silent prayer. Let them be as stupid as they seem, let me not bust out laughing right here. Please, God. Please, oh, please.
“Ugh,” Agnes was clearly disgusted with what these boys were trying to pull. At least they were their age…but still.
Agnes had a hard time telling the difference when someone was clearly interesting in her and when someone was just trying to play her. Thankfully her life on the streets taught her how to catch much the B.S. lines that men attempted to use to gain the trust of young ladies. Agnes, too many times, had seen the consequences of falling for those types of words. She watched young women crying, some loss their entire reputations, and others…well…Agnes simply never wanted to end up like that. So she despised it when she heard the stupid lines that some of these guys can come up with.
A glance to Gina and immediately she saw she was being beset by another of the young thugs. This was absolutely unacceptable. Agnes had every intention of throwing her fist into the boy’s eye, but the sandy blonde one kept her cornered.
“So what do you say?” he asked with that grin that was far too wide to simply be innocent. “I know all the great shops. I can take good care of you…”
Agnes arched a brow and was to reply when suddenly she felt Gina begin to take control of the situation. The tone in the young gargoyle’s voice changed, her outward attitude became something that Agnes had never witnessed before, and within moments she he come to Agnes’ side. Feeling her arm slip around her waist, Agnes listened to what her young adopted sister had to say…
>> “Baby, I think you might be confused…I don’t swing that way, sweetheart. Sorry for the let-down…Isn’t that right, honey?”[/i]
“Huh?” Agnes asked in complete silence.
But a look at the girls face and the feeling of her arm around her waist and the young runaway immediately caught on. A small blush on her cheeks as she remembered the night she met the musician and the runaway cleared her throat and nodded. How was this for a coincidence? Agnes wished she could have giggled about it, about the fact that Gina had inadvertently stumbled upon a possibly true fact about her. But instead, she just took a breath and nodded her ehad.
“That’s right sweetness,” she smiled as she tucked her arm around her sister’s shoulders and squeezed her close to her affectionately.
The two boys…were obviously dumbstruck. They stood there, mouths hanging open as they watched the pair of teenage girl’s pretend that were waaaay out of their league. The scene was so humorous to watch, their expressions priceless, that Agnes wanted to breakdown laughing right there. But instead she kept a straight face as she pressed her hand gently against Gina’s lower back to usher her out of this awkward situation.
>> “Thanks for the offer, boys, but we can find our way just fine. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get back to shopping—I’m done here-…Good luck in the girl department, better luck next time.”[/i]
Agnes winked and waved “bye” to the boys as she kept her hand pressed against Gina’s back, struggling hard not to break down laughing. It was a gamble. They had to act convincingly if they wanted to break away from that duo of pigs. The runaway really hoped it would work. The last thing she needed infringing on her day out with Gina was for that pair of morons to start tailing them, acting like a whimpering back of dogs.
“Yo wait up!” varsity athlete said as he jogged up to Gina and Agnes, his blonde friend behind him.
“Yeah,” the blonde grinned. “You know, there’s no reason that…you know…your ‘togetherness’ can’t keep us from partying.” He grinned wide as he looked between the door of them. “So, whaddya say?”
That wink, that grin, that was all Agnes needed to see. As she turned around, slightly in disbelief that these two were still attempting to show them around, her entire world went red. Slowly her fingers curled into a fist and as she glared at the blonde closely, the motion was made. Agnes world shifted into slow motion. Her arm raised up, began to pull back, tightened, and then…sped up so fast as it slammed directly onto the jaw of the chauvinistic teenage boy.
KA-POW!!!
The punch was solid and true. Within seconds it number of people stand dropped from four…to three. And Agnes stood there, shaking her fist next to Gina as she glared down at the withering blonde whom struggled to regain feeling in his jaw.
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Good God, they were going to make it. They were in the clear. A smirk cracked on Gina's lips as she discarded the trash and set the tray aside, her heart doing a victorious leap. And then, as if summoned by her delight, Gina's pursuer went after them once again with a, "Yo, wait up," followed by Agnes's man with a, "Yeah, you know, there's no reason that... you know... your togetherness can't keep us from partying--" Gina could hear the look on his face echoed in the tone of his voice, "--so, whaddya say?"
"Not interested, b-" Gina was about to say, about to turn around. She was still trying to drag Agnes away when she was replying, so her turn-around time was slightly slower than her cohort's. Before Gina could even register what was happening, Agnes swung at the kid, her fist connecting to the kid's jaw. Gina released her, gaping, as the blond guy fell like a tree, clasping his chin.
"We should get out of here," Gina said anxiously, "Security's gonna kick us out, anyways." She muttered this to herself more than to anyone else, her face blanched of color. It was a simple fact. You fought in a mall, you got kicked out, at best. Or maybe banned.
"The f*ck was that for?!" Gina's pursuer snapped, kneeling at the side of his fallen friend, "B*tch, I should lay you out for pulling sh*t like that. He didn't mean nothing by it, just bein' friendly 's all." He redirected his attention to his friend, who seemed rather dazed, "Dude, dude-- you okay?"
"That b*tch punched me," the blond boy observed in his daze, holding his jaw still, "Punched me in the f*cking mouth."
Gina nudged Agnes in the arm, still partially within a stupor, and murmured, "Come on, we should leave."
To be honest the runaway didn’t really know what she did wrong. Those two guys were bothering them so she was simply defending them, right? Who knows what perverse things they had in mind? No…Agnes knew. She had seen it before and she saw it in the look of that blonde’s eyes. He only wanted one thing from them, one thing which he attempted to hide with his honey covered words and sweet pet names. But Agnes was not a fool. She knew that look anywhere and if there was one thing that she was not going to stand for was something talking like that to Gina.
Agnes knew that she had to stop seeing the young gargoyle as some frail, innocent little creature that would crack with the smallest slip up. That was not fair. But having seen the things she has, done the things she has, she did not want to expose Gina to it. She loved the little bugger too much…
“I…I’m sorry,” Agnes gasped as she slowed herself down to a quick jog, glanced behind her shoulder, and paused for a second. “I just…you didn’t see that look in his eyes. He…”
Agnes could not explain further. She wanted to, but just as she was about to attempt it, there was a shout from behind. Turning her head sharply, Agnes spied the duo as they rounded the corner of the stories, the blonde nursing his wounded jaw but fueled by the deflated ego. The runaway narrowed her eyes and wanted to punch them somewhere else that was much more sensitive, but instead she glanced over to Gina.
And she sighed.
“God, I’m sorry!” She sighed. “I didn’t want to ruin our day out like this,” she growled as she grabbed Gina under her arm and urged her to follow. Her street hewn instincts to survive over took and Agnes was immediately searching for the quickest way to get to safety.
“Come back here you little b-“ the blonde attempted to scream, but only succeeded in stumbling over his own feet. His rage was so strong that he looked to be literally foaming at the mouth.
Agnes clenched her fist, tightened her jaw, but calmed herself as she moved Gina along with her. She needed to get her out of here, out of the mall, hidden away from those two rampaging morons. But as she watched them approach, she knew that one of them already had his eyes narrowed in on the young gargoyle. It did not matter anymore if she was the one who threw the punch or not, they were going to make Gina pay just for being in association with her. Agnes bit her lip as she glanced inside one of the large stores they were standing in front of…
…a year round Halloween Store.
A glance to Gina and Agnes nudged her towards the doorway. If there was any place they both could hide, it was in there…
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"I-I'm sorry. I just... you didn't see that look in his eyes. He..." Gina groaned, about to retort, when their was a shout. Gina looked back just as she did, saw the boys getting up to follow them, "God, I'm sorry-- I didn't want to ruin our day out like this." Gina sighed, rolling her eyes as Agnes grabbed her by the arm and urged her forward. The blond shouted after them, yet stumbled over his own feet. Damn, that boy was pissed-- well, getting sucker-punched by a girl wasn't exactly beneficent for your pride.
"It wasn't your fault," Gina mumbled, "Those butt-munches deserved it." Their were a couple of boys back in Gina's hometown that had been exemplary characters such as the two that were chasing the girls now, knew that they were skirt-chasers and jerks, but they weren't much more than that. Agnes hadn't lied, Gina didn't see the looks in those boys' eyes-- yeah, she was bothered by them, but obviously she hadn't seen what Agnes had.
She let Agnes lead her on, still a bit dumbstruck from the whole interaction. She didn't stutter back into awareness until Agnes nudged her towards the open doorway of a store. What, they were practically running for their lives, and Agnes was still trying to shop?! Gina looked upward, arching her eyebrows. A Halloween store?
"You're kidding me, right?" Gina smiled shakily, looking at Agnes. No, she obviously wasn't kidding, and the boys were closing in, "Fine." Gina latched onto Agnes and dragged her through the doorway so that she didn't take the chumps on alone. A cashier looked up drearily, only blinking as the girls entered the store. The boys were hot on their heels. Gina hurried past the cashier with greeting of, "Good afternoon," before rushing past her.
"Split up," Gina said shortly, pulling herself out of Agnes's grasp and veering off in the opposite direction. She felt so cool, like a spy and a criminal, all at once, she jogged lightly, looking for the first open aisle and darting down it. The most obvious option would be to tuck herself in with a collection of monster costumes, but those were typically reserved for the back of the store. Gina couldn't maneuver down the narrow aisles that quickly, and they'd probably catch up with her first. Her wings made it hard to navigate--
Her wings--
Gina peered towards the cieling, towards the top of the shelves. While the first six feet of the shelves were reserved for displaying purposes, there were inventory goods reaching almost up to the cielings. Above that, four feet of open room, and then the exposed beams of the roof. It was a tight squeeze, but, up there, the boys couldn't get her. Gina stood sidewise in the aisle, hesitantly spreading her wings-- they were so going to get kicked out of the mall. With two, steady wingbeats, she pushed off of the floor and sailed skyward. She slowed as she neared the cieling, and then closed her wings, latching onto the beams above before gravity could take hold.
She heaved a sigh, her heart pounding. That had been, by far, the craziest thing she'd ever done-- Gina never flew indoors. Gina swung herself onto the top of one of the shelves, hunkering down low so that she was invisible from down below. She wasn't, of course, out of the security cameras' line of vision, but those were not her primary concern at the present moment. She poked her head over the edge of the shelves, brown eyes scouring the ground below for the two boys, who were certain to enter soon.
Agnes nodded to her young adopted sister and immediately bolted down another aisle. The Halloween store was a gamble but it was one of the best places that she could think of to hide Gina. She hoped she wouldn’t be offended by that.
As Agnes slipped down her aisle, she could hear the quickly moving footsteps and angry shouts that echoed from the entrance. The lethargic clerk whom they had just run by was apparently yelling at someone else who had just entered. From the sounds of it had to be the two morons that had hopes of making the two girl’s pay for so thoroughly embarrassing them in public. Though Agnes knew she should have reeled herself in and kept from slugging the man, it simply could not have been helped. It was something that needed to be done and though she may get into trouble for it, at the moment she simply didn’t care.
Ducking into another aisle, Agnes paused as she came a row of the most disgusting looking costumes she could find. Slowly she pulled to a stop, glanced back to the empty aisles and realized…this was her best chance. With a grossed out look, Agnes groaned as she parted the costumes, found one she could quickly slip into, and hid herself…
****
The pair of fools dashed into the Halloween store, having seen the two freaks duck inside. Both the blonde and his cohort skidded to a stop at the entrance to all the aisles, ignoring the angry shouts from the man on register duty. They were on a mission to make the girls pay so there was nothing that was going to deter them. But as they looked down the long rows, the blonde nodded that his friend should head down one path while he slinked over and began to follow down another.
Acting like a hunter smelling the blood of wounded pray, the blonde stalked the costumes and decorations, his eyes scanning every corner that looked as if it could be hidden in. But as he walked further and further down, a strange sound began to assault his ears. It sounded…like it was buzzing…but where was it coming from? Stalking ever so closely, he began to actually follow the sound, not really caring if his friend found that gargoyle-looking freak yet.
That buzzing was too intriguing to find. What was causing it?
As he turned a corner and slipped into the section of the store devoted to many and all sorts of the undead: vampires, monsters, but most of all…zombies. Fake limbs were strewn left and right while false blood tricked down several of the store fixtures. But, try as he might to be brave, he strength of his convictions began to wane.
Another step…and the buzzing was louder…
Another…same effect.
Where was that sound? It was only when he neared the end of the aisle that the buzzing grew so loud he thought he would go deaf. It was then that the first bombardment of fluttering bodies collided with his face! The blonde yelped and jumped up as he staggered back, attempting to get away from the ambusing swarm of thick, black flies. Angrily he waved, trying to swat a few in the process but another movement quickly caught his attention. Leaping back, he spun and locked eyes on someone knew…
Agnes, in disguise, stood there, wearing some of the most grotesque costume bits she had ever seen. Even the hot rubber mask was uncomfortable, but that did not stop her from shuffling forward, arms held out as flies and wasps flew around her defensively and roaches spilled from her mask’s mouth. It was a truly horrific site, and one which Agnes would never forget.
As she shuffled forward, snarling underneath her mask and doing her best impression of a zombie and literally scaring the **** out of the blonde wannabe. At the other end of the store, Agnes could only hope that Gina was okay…