4.
MARY JANE
When the music's all that's keeping me alive.
Feathered blonde hair frames impressive cleavage and the front of her blouse. Big red lips curl upward into a harlequin's manic grin. She is the dressed down and sexed up rock n' roll star of her dreams as she sits on the hood of T.T.'s car and listens to the familiar static of her radio.
Knowledge. Innocence. It gets one nowhere in this life. She appreciates this. Her bustline screams her desire to be perceived as a woman of great sex and seduction. Like two thumbs pressed together through the loose contours of her overlarge shirt and the mile of leg being flashed in all directions. She smokes a cigarette and pretends she looks glamorous instead of just cheap.
Martin sits slumped against the front left wheel. Not the perhaps corrupt business man the late COMMANDER Martin- the mask of Martin- but the beautiful blonde Martin with the rose between his lips. Zigmar is more beautiful than she is. Not that there's room to be insecure.
"Mary." He turns his effeminate little head to glance in her direction. "You know I hate this song. Turn it to something else."
She takes an elongated drag. She fucking loves this song.
"
. . .Just call me Jane." A toothy kind of smile stretches velvet
red lips.
"I'm
hardly the blessed virgin."
He snorts and makes a disdainful sort of face, unamused. She only grins.
Mary Jane does not know the meaning of the word "stop". And the music never will.
A/N: Mary Jane, the "blonde" Martin Zigmar and T.T. are all characters featured in the manga.