The year was somewhere in the 1930's. Most women looked about the same with hair styles and clothing, including you. Tonight, your friends wanted to take you into town for your birthday and to try and get you a man. You had agreed to all of this because it meant a free meal, and wearing your new black dress with white polka dots. You curled your short (Hc) hair on all sides. Grabbing some bright red lipstick and looking in the mirror, you smeared the stuff on your lips and smacked them together. Satisfied that you now looked like your model self, you turned to your friends.
" (N), you look better in real person rather than your pin-up portraits." (F/N1) gasped and clasped her hands together. (F/N2) grabbed one of your Pin-up portraits and held it next to you.
"Doesn't she look just grand!" (F/N3) pretended to faint. (F/N1) caught (F/N3) as she fell rather dramatically. You giggled and grabbed your keys and purse. Your friends turned off the lights and fallowed you out the door.
"Well, thank you girls. I can't believe I turn 20 today." You locked the door and headed for the taxi sitting on your curb.
"Not a problem (N). Just remember, foods on us, and you're also out to find a man." (F/N1) reminded you. You rolled your eyes and got into the car. A smile played at your bright red lips. (F/N1) sat down next to you and the other two followed suit. Little did you all know, one man had planned on robbing the bank on the street you where exercising your looks on.
It was about 10 minutes later that the car pulled to a stop down the street. Getting out, you thanked the man and paid him. You took a deep breath and your smile grew,
"Well isn't this just lovely dears." (F/N2) latched onto (F/N3)'s arm. Street lights decorated the sides of the road and reflected off the tiled street. Its was more romantic looking rather than birthday fun. Oh well, it was still the prettiest sight you had seen. You turned to your friends.
"Let's get going. We can walk down the street to decide which restaurant to go to." You started walking, your black heels clicking on the side walk pavement. (F/N1) walked beside you , closer to the stores. Your other two friends argued behind you. The sight of the stores across the street was breath taking. You stopped and pointed to a store. (F/N1) nodded in agreement that it looked like a good place. Just as you four where about to walk across the street, shots came from the bank behind you towards a large group of cops. You yelped loudly and ducked down with your friends . You watched as a man walked out of the bank. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a curl sticking out from under his hat. A look of terror hit your face as you realized who this man was. Alfred F Jones. He was considered the Publics number one enemy. His eyes landed on you as you realized your friends had ran away towards the group of police to protect themselves from extra gunfire. A smile crossed his face. Sirens played down the street and a look of relief grabbed hold of you. You stood up and turned to run when a man grabbed you and held a gun over your shoulder. One of his arms held you by the neck. You watched as cops swarmed and where shot down by the man holding you.
"L-Let go!" You screamed and kicked. But before you knew it, the man shoved you into a black car and sat down next to you. Your ears rang from the firing of a weapon so close to your head. Your gaze turned rather aggressively to the man. Alfred had been the one to shot the police men over your shoulder. Alfred was the one to shove you in the car. Now he was the one smiling down at you as you tried to unruffle your dress.
"Well doll, Sorry to take you like that. But you were in the way of my escape." he put and arm around your shoulders "Now lets have a look at your face Babe." his face grew closer to yours and a slight blush crept up on you. You gulped nervously as he stared at your face.
"Aren't you that Pin-up Model? (F/N) (L/N)?" Oh how you hated your job now. Slowly you nodded and stared down at your hands that clutched together in your lap. Your face was even redder now. He noticed this and laughed.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to take advantage of you like some creepy men." You looked up at him in shock.
"I was thinking of nothing in that sorts!" You retorted quite angry. He put up his hands in a surrender position next to his head.
"Whoa whoa whoa doll. You were giving off the look. Not my problem." he returned one arm around your shoulder and pulled you close.
"What are you doing?" You raise a brow and stare at his hand on your shoulder. Alfred removed it and put it up on the seat. He looked at you with a frown forming on his face then looked straight ahead to where the man in front was driving. What a perfect birthday. It seems that on every birthday something strange happens.