Hey hey hey , moi here with my third chapter..! Omg wow, im starting it already :D ! Anyway, I don't have much else to say except I hope everyone's summer is going well, mine is :D and um, hope this nouveau chapter is worth while :D
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disclaimer: im just gonna be simple about this, no attempts to make this creative, no half-hearted humor to spice up this disclaimer, no more of my usual play on words, im just gonna say it : I don't own the teen titans, and I never will ( well, I wouldn't go that far) dammit! My disclaimer is becoming longer than the first chapter of this story :D lol
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As his eyes opened Gar found himself in a small, dark and damp apartment. The smell of smoke was heavy in the air, and he wasn't use to it at all. Letting out a hoarse cough, he sat up to get a better look at his surroundings. Unfortunately, he was overcome with a wave of pain, from his pounding head. This brought on painful memories of the yesterday, and of his life at the moment. He was jobless, homeless and ...camera- less. What would his grand-mother say if she new that the present she had given him for his first birthday was gone? It hurt, a lot.
Snapping back to his current situation our favorite helpless American wondered exactly where the hell he was. By the way his luck was going, those thugs from last night probably are saving him for dessert. Who knows what their evil minds had planned? Torture, murder! Fear overcame poor little Gar Logan, until he looked around the room, which was empty.
It was very lowly apartment. It was dusty and very hot, but at the same time damp from previous rains. The walls were tattered and worn and had no paint or wallpaper...or anything. The only wall decoration that he could see in the minimal light , there was only one window, was a painting on the wall in a very cheap frame. It was blurry from where he was standing but it looked like a portrait of a women. There was a small table and chair in the corner near a stove and cupboard. He had been laying in the middle of the room on a blanket across from a run down bed near a old wooden closet.
Another wave of pain hit him, and despite how nervous he was about his present surroundings he laid back down and fell asleep.
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Eventually, his body was rested enough and are paranoid American friend awoke from his restless sleep. This time though, instead of being overcome by a wave of pain, he was hit by a tidal wave of nausea. The smell of smoke was stronger than ever. Wincing, Gar sat up despite how much coughing he was doing. All of a sudden, he heard a delicate giggle. It wasn't girly but it wasn't hoarse, it was very womanly and seductive. The bright light of a lantern cast a faint glow around the room, but it allowed him to see whomever else was here. Immediately the fear left him as he viewed the women residing with him, there was no way she could hurt him. She was frail, brittle and very thin. He new she couldn't be more than 18, but smoking had taken a lot of her years and she looked like she was in her late forties. The black and purple outfit was very revealing. She wore very high black boots above her knees, clearly visible along with her hosiery. Her skirt wasn't a huge, but it wasn't as leisurely as the one on the girl he "met" before and it had two layers, the bottom being purple ; and slightly longer; and the top being black. The top she was wearing looked more like a corset than a blouse and her make-up and hair style gave away her profession. Indeed, Gar Logan had met his first hooker.
"Ah, donc vous êtes éveillé. La sensation mieux ? "
"Huh?"
"Vous devrez excuser Jean Ràncid. Il est comment à vous dites, insatiable ? "
She let out another chuckle, and despite how entrancing it was it seemed half-hearted.
"M'excuse ? Monsieur ? Etes-vous muet ? "
" I don't speak French!" Oh how he hated that phrase, it made him want to break down and cry and smash something with a hammer at the same time.
" Oh, Okay. Don't worry I know English"
" What? You speak English ...Really?"
" You seem surprised. I mean, you left your rich inheritance to come to Paris for a "better life" with no idea even how to say " I'd like a job" in French but you don't expect people to speak English?" This time her laugh was hearty, she must have really thought that his current situation was funny.
" Hey! You don't have to be so mean about it ! And...how do you know that?"
"What? That you left you wealthy parents and spoiled life for Paris?"
" Um, yeah."
" Well, not only am I a fortune teller, but I was once in the same situation. Its like...we are connected by a common bond."?
Gar's eyes went wide. " Really?"
She was laughing so hard now that tears dotted the corners of her eyes. " No. Your shoes."
" My shoes? What?"
" Look at your shoes. You think any lower class men would have shoes like that?"
" um." Sneaking a peak at his footwear Gar noticed despite the mud and dirt that had taken residence on his black shoes they were well built and still almost new.
" Exactly. So, before you get more hurt than you are now, go back home. Before its too late. " She placed a green suitcase in his hands and turned to the picture on the wall."
" What? " It was his suitcase, and inside was all his camera equipment and clothes.
" Oh my. Oh! Where! Where did you get this ! How..I mean wow! Thank you! Thank you so much! "
" Relax.! Jean Ràncid is a frequent client. He stole your equipment to pay for one night with me. He gave it to me to pawn so after , you know, I came back to see if you were alright. "
" I owe you my life. How kind of you"
" Really, it was the least I could do. I understand what your going through really, life back home is unfair and restricting. But Paris holds nothing for people like us. You may think it may be the answers to your prayers and someone will just take you in and make you a star but this is real life, not some sappy romantic story being written by a love sick fool. Go back home, your weak , stupid and have no skills. "
" What? Hey...I'm not stupid."
" At least I taught myself French before coming, which is more than I can say for you."
" But you're a ...prostitute." He whispered the last part, that was not a word Gar was use to saying or hearing, and he didn't want it to become one.
" So? At least I can get a job. Now, this isn't like your East Coast mansion, this is the real deal. The lower class neighborhood, if you could call it that, is not the place for some pansy that thinks he can make it in Paris. "
" Hey! I am not a pansy..! I may have forgotten I don't speak French. And I may not have any "real life skills" as you put it. And I may be a spoiled little rich boy but I am not going back! If I can't make it in Paris I'll go somewhere else...!" Gar was steaming mad by this point. No low-life whore was going to tell him what to do.
She was a little shocked by his reaction. " Did you happen to a see a bread shop while you were downtown. Its very homely with a nice red roof and huge windows. Its very popular, between locals and tourist. In fact, its getting so popular they may need some extra help. "
Gar was speechless. Was this the same person?"
" Now get the hell outta here. I have a client coming soon."
" You have saved my life more than once kind women. I don't know how I can ever thank you."
" No need. But if your ever in the neighborhood, food would be great!"
"Can I get a name?"
"Jinx. ", she stated before blowing another puff of smoke in his face.
A cough, a giggle and a hug were shared between the two and soon Garfield departed. He didn't have anything to lose so he decided to take a chance on this one. Hoping that fate would give him a break, he again headed out into the streets of Paris.
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hells ya! Im done im done im done! And the next chapter will be coming soon. I want to squeeze as much in as possible before school starts up again :D ! Well...if you guys really wanna know what all the french was...then review! Muahahahahahah :D eehee... sorry im to lazy to do any more writting. Well, thats all for now..always, eevee shadows.