Hey guys! I might add more to this tonight as I'm on a creative binge here. The title will most likely change, though. Tell me what you think so far!
Dolore sat, staring into Papa's deep brown eyes. "You know I won't be here long," she told him.
"I know," he replied.
"Only a year or so," her stony resolve held against Papa's warm gaze.
"So you've told me," he rested his head on one hand and looked at the young girl for a moment. He had found her earlier that week in an underground fight club. It was there he saw the curvasious thirteen-year-old brunette girl take town scores of grown men with only a single glance. Drenched in sweat she hopped out of the makeshift boxing ring around her and downed a long savory sip from an ice-cold beer, she seemed to hold her alcohol well and was in a mere matter of seconds once again standing in the ring calling for more competitors. Papa continued to observe this strong girl for the remaining three hours she fought for, occasionally allowing her opponents to get in close; only to produce a weapon, seemingly out of nowhere, to fend him off again. She never lunged at her opponent once, only remained on the offensive. Once, on another break between fights, Papa noticed a reddish mark on the inside of her right wrist, it resembled a worried eye: swirling circles topped with wave-like lines overtop resembling a furrowed brow. Now watching more closely as she reentered the ring, Papa noticed as she immediately conquered another feeble challenger that a small ring of light had escaped from her right wrist.
The bar closed and eventually the girl – whose name Papa had learned was Dolore – made her way into the dark alleyway of Regalo, holding a large coin purse in her marked right hand. Papa followed her into the alley and called after her, asking her if she would hear him out on a proposition he had for her, she accepted temporarily, on her own terms.
"You're really only going to 'use us for our resources'?" Papa asked Dolore. It had been only yesterday he discovered the young arcana card possessor and already she was fascinating to him, not only in her emotional strength feeding whatever her card was but also in her obvious underlying intelligence hidden beneath a plot of swears and slang from years on the streets.
"Yes, sir. I just wanna use you for all you've got, take what I can get and get out of here by the winter," Dolore placed her thick black boots on the top of Papa's desk, the thin straps of her old brown camisole falling slightly off of her lightly tanned shoulders, her skin looked smooth and warm, as if kissed by the sun from hours upon hours of being in the outdoors. Her long curling brown hair fell just below her collarbone line and her accidental bangs were pinned and twisted back by cheap thin hairpins she had hastily purchased the night before. Her long legs connected to her widening hips and thin waist, everything about her showed she was aware of her budding sexuality and would use it to her advantage.
"Please, call me Papa. You'll be a member of this family officially in a few days and should get in the habit of calling me Papa by then," Dolore nodded in silent agreement.
"Once I do join this 'family,' what will I be asked to do?" A slight sneer came across her full pink, and thoroughly chapped lips. Obvious disdain played in her eyes at what she suspected she would be forced to do as a young girl in a large household.
"We'll appoint you a position and you'll have regular jobs to do as to help keep peace and safety on this island," seeing Dolore's scornful look remain unchanged he quickly added, "and, of course, you'll have complete access to our library and so on." Her look brightened immediately at this mention of knowledge to be gained but about what Papa wasn't sure. "To each their own." He thought as he handed Dolore a piece of paper containing the address she would eventually be staying in by the end of the week. As she place her hand on the doorknob Dolore turned to face Papa.
"Am I still completely untied from this 'family' as of today?" She asked.
"Of course," replied Papa. Contented she left his office and headed for town, a devilish grin on her face.
So how was that? I know it's short but I might update it tonight. Leave me comments, kay? :P