I'm kind of imaging Aaliyah as both the voice and the physical appearance of Jewel. She was such a good actress and she would've killed it in the Matrix. And I loved her music so much and her personal style and how it transitioned. She wore slightly slutty clothes but it was really in a unique and classy way. I can really see her portraying my OC. I personally loved her in the Romeo Must Die movie and she was amazing in Queen of the Dammed. It's such a shame her career was short-lived not to mention that horrible bio movie they made for her. She was heading off to do bigger and better things.
There will be mentions of my favorite songs along with girl groups and others. And there will be Deadpool references since my OC is loosely inspired by him along with a few aspects of Vixen. And a couple of scenes from the movie because they're hilarious and Jewel IS a mercenary, so that's that. There will be other references of T.V. Shows, Movies, Music, and just all kinds of other stuff. I really hope you guys like this story and just so you know, it's gonna get really dark and romantic as hell. I know this is kind of sudden and don't expect any of my updates to be fast because I have to sequel and the other stories I've gotta work on.
She sighed heavily as she stared at herself in the compact mirror, one of the only things she'd managed to carry along with her in the pocket of her baggy camouflage pants. She had her knees drew up to her chest, double-checking for her makeup for like the tenth time already. It was the same—the same for the past three weeks she's been stuck here. Her lips were a reddish brown, she had a light layer of brown mixed in with a little bit of smokey eyeshadow, and black mascara. Bags hung under her eyes and she closed the lid of the compact mirror with a sharp click, and she stuffed it back inside her pocket. She ran a hand through her black tresses, lightly curled as most of them were positioned at the left side of her head. She drew her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as her head made a light thump against the metal wall.
Three weeks. If she calculated correctly, it had been three weeks since she was ambushed in her hotel room, where these strange men all hovered around her and pointed their strange guns at her. She remembered painfully when she threw her hands up in the air in surrender, sliding a plate that was near her feet and kicked it at one of them. The men all had identical faces with blank and monotone expressions. They talked weird and it wasn't even proper English. It annoyed her to no end and she vaguely remembered rolling her eyes skyward. The plate made a deafening crash on one of the weird triplets face but to her surprise they hardly reacted. In fact, no blood trickled down the guy's face and instead they just shot their guns at her. She dodged and flipped until she became overwhelmed, wondering who the hell these guys were and what they wanted with her. Was this some twisted prank?
They hit her with a syringe that made her fall asleep and then the next thing she knew, she was trapped in some cell. The lights made the walls tinted purple, along with various shades of magenta and there was a window that outlined her captors, marching in the halls, ignoring the teen girl inside. She was both bewildered and intrigued when she learned the fact that these guys weren't human at all. In fact, when she had a better look of them, she noticed that they looked like robots and there was something inside of their chests. These weird, pink bubblegum aliens inside which creeped her out and amazed her at the same time. She always thought aliens only existed in those sci-fi movies like that stupid Space Heroes cartoon or the Men In Black movies. Never has she ever thought they were actually real. Weird but very interesting.
She tilted her head upward and stared up at the ceiling, wishing it could've been the starry night sky, the same shade of her eyes—which was strange considering she was an Afro-Latina mixed with Japanese ancestry from her father. The last time she got a good look of the sky was the time she had snuck out of the photoshoot and climbed up to the edge of the rooftop. The stars had shone bright, concealing the dim glow of the moon. The color was a bluish black, same shade of her eyes. She remembered she caught the sight of her reflection in the window of the glass building across from her. Her skin was a rich medium brown color, her features were soft and sharp at the same time, and her hair was dark as a raven in the snowy weather, a stark contrast against the glistening white. A lot of people told her she looked just like Aaliyah, an R&B singer who had died back in 2001. She could see the resemblance between her and the deceased star. But her eyes were blue and incredibly dark to the point where they looked darker from a distance.
Shifting a little, she pillowed her head on her crossed arms, closing her eyes as she opted to fall asleep instead. What the fuck did these aliens even want from her? She didn't have anything to offer them. She didn't even know why they were keeping her trapped here. Was it because she was a model? Was it because she was one of the youngest gymnastic athletes to win a gold medal? Not to brag, obviously...well, okay, she was completely bragging. Or was it because of her late-night or daytime job that she told nobody about? It had to be the last, because what else would a bunch of creepy aliens kidnap a gymnast or a model? That didn't make sense but it was also concerning to her. They weren't planning on raping her later, right?
She wondered if her agent was worrying about her—he was incredibly eccentric and flamboyant but he had always cared about her for some strange reason. She didn't even know how William put up with her unpredictable behavior. Did he forget about the time she actually left the building before the big fashion show for some new, upcoming designer? Or the time she hung cans of paint she bought from Home Depot and triggered the alarm and buckets of paint spilled all over the crowd and all the girl's dresses. A muffled snicker left her lips as she smiled to herself at the memory. Lucy had been so livid with rage and she could still remember how the designer yelled at William for three hours top. Guess some people can't take a joke, she thought to herself. Even after everything she did, William still put up with her and he always stood up for her whenever the reporters fire insults at her and repeatedly accused her of being an 'out-of-control wildcard'. But she wasn't really fazed at all by their harsh accusations. They weren't wrong but she didn't care.
Or what about her friends? Well, the few friends she had left. She wasn't exactly a people-person and she doubted any of them really missed her expect for the one friend she had known for a long time. Way too long. She was the girl who was known to be beautiful but intimidating added with her blunt remarks or her dark humored jokes. It's like people didn't want her to be brutally honest. She just didn't understand girls her age. She wondered if she should blame that on her father, since he was the one to raise her like she was a grown woman. He had always been strict but kind to her when she was a kid before he died in that car accident. And the young girl hardly knew anything about her mother, who died right after she was born. Wow...she was starting to sound like some twisted version of Little Orphan Annie. How fucking convenient.
Oh well...guess she'll just have to suck it up for now. She's already flipped off the aliens with her middle finger, though they didn't seem to quite get it and she found that hilarious for some reason. She supposed she could wait here and sleep, enjoy the dark chambers of sleep and dream about ponies and flowers and some other bullshit most teen girls her age dreamed about. Maybe she did need more friends her age. She's been hanging out with the underworld of New York for far too long. But hey, criminals and gangsters were fun to hang around. No rules, no one to tell her what to do, and she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. But for now...sleep and wait for some way to escape or wait for some dumbass hero to save her ass, as if that would ever happen.