Jonathan Larson's RENT not mine. New chapter is up and a new character introduction. Now I know what this looks like. The character that is fan made was not created for the purpose of Rent or inspired by Rent. Just an old character that I wanted to use and brought up in this story, a friend suggested it. Also, if you may notice some repition in some things... It is intended, so don't worry.
What Mark, Roger, Maureen and Joanne had seen enter the loft…
What appeared to be a gorgeous emerald eyed girl with dark curls spilling over her shoulders. Apple red painted lips and pink blush… A goddess.
What Collins saw…
Angel's mortified face, he didn't even bother to look up to see what troubled her so.
What Angel had seen...?
Family member…. An older cousin to be precise. A cousin who was coincidentally a drag queen as well. The same cousin wearing a leather jacket, and fishnets that were pulled over long delicate legs. Not to forget the high heeled boots, red leather skirt, and a white tube top. Slut…
The newcomer's eyes confidently glanced over the small crowd staring and seemed to scrutinize and categorize them in a single moment. It didn't take her too long to look to the camera. Sliding her sunglasses off the bridge of her nose she gave a wink to the camera. "Hey babe."
Her voice sounded different from Angel's, but there were some vague similarities. Their figures were quite different as well. Even though many consider Angel to be very feminine, she could still be seen as a man. This relative? Luckily blessed with the right body type for her lifestyle, well, except for her lack of the female 'body parts'.
The camera kept rolling, taking in this arrival to their fullest. He didn't know exactly what to say at all. What could you say? Mark just glanced back to the group to see who would respond first. This was defiantly an awkward moment, and it looked like this intruder didn't seem to notice it one bit. Or at least… pretended not to. Yet, this made great filming. Although it looked like when those god-awful movies would just have some sexy gal come in and lighten things up… Then it would be a legend and a cult classic.
Angel finally made her move, and stood up somewhat quickly. Smiling nervously she started, "Ok guys, this is my cousin. I'm sorry I didn't tell everyone about this and give a fair warning, but to be perfectly honest… I had no idea my family would make visits like this. His name is Rosando by the way." Couldn't help but use the masculine pronoun. How did this chore of a woman even find her way here? Angel didn't exactly call home and made her residence known, and speaking of which… She didn't even live here!
What was probably the worse thing about this? Those two hated each other more then anything, and Angel was jealous. It may not sound like her to hate and be jealous, but no matter how perfect people may seem… Everyone carries a certain amount of envy. Normally people would expect these two to get along considering them both sharing the same lifestyle, but it was the exact opposite. They grew up differently, and they were raised differently. Angel had the short end of the stick as her older cousin had every opportunity in the world. Her cousin would be the daring one and could intimidate anyone… Angel was just a little more conservative and could only scare people with her diva finesse.
"Roxie." She corrected smiling confidently. It would take more then that to throw her off track. "I heard my dear cousin talking about you guys so much." The dark green-eyed gal pointed to Mark and asked, "You mind turning that thing off? I think you got enough film of me standing here. I know its hard not to look though, so don't feel bad." Her tone was more of a pompous one as opposed to a kind and loving one her family member usually had.
"I miss your sweet talk honey." Angel replied hiding the sarcasm and not bothering to walk over to her cousin. But this attempt at turning her cheek was soon interrupted by her older relative walking over and embracing her. "You never call, you know?" Roxie muttered, and not bothering to hide her 'disappointment'. The only thing Angel could think was 'Look what the cat tried to drag in… but then was eaten and made into boots.'
Collins had finally looked up to see… What appeared to be a second Angel, and yet, it wasn't. This would either turn out very good for him, or the exact opposite. Times were always difficult when his Angel would act like the diva she could be, and end up making things worse. By this looks of this… You could already cut the tension with a shiny scalpel. Gulping, he turned to Roger and his actions shown desperation like he was expecting the musician to know what was going on. Of course his friend's knowledge going to this extent was as likely as him giving up anarchy.
Angel was the embodiment of love, Roxie, on the other hand was more of lust. They were not exact opposites, but they didn't agree on many points either. Angel normally was the tag along and Roxie was the leader, constantly nit picking at any fault that existed in her young protégée.
Mimi slipped away from Roger towards the two drag queens to try to part them for quite some time. Just so they could calm down, and for some reason… It seemed the only reason this person came was to make things go wrong. "Angel chica said something about you. I remember! So, you want something to drink or eat? I'm sure it was a loong trip." Angel had just escaped from Roxie to let everyone else realize why she had this disdain. What would it make her look like if they never got to know every part of Rosando?Then they could realize how big of a jerk he could be.
"No thanks, this place looks like a dump and I would feel just disgusting eating here." She remarked, biting the tip of her sunglasses, obviously irritated. "Something good, or something bad? You know how she loves to tell those stories. That Angel, what a kidder…"
Maureen had three thoughts going through her head… One, having sex with Joanne for the sake of pure fun. Two, defending Angel and making this newcomer back off. And for three, just letting this blow over. Well, if she would go off with Joanne she would have nothing to worry about, but then look like a horrible friend. Yet, it wasn't her place to go over and attempt to tear this temptress a new one. Also, how would it all turn out if it was an inside joke between rivals? Stay here, and wait for sex later was the final verdict. But, she couldn't help but cross her arms across her chest and look to be expecting something to jump on and attack.
Roger, well, he didn't have too much opinion on the whole subject. He was just wondering when this would be over and this little tiff could just end. After all, everyone else had problems and baggage of his or her own. Why wouldn't Angel have some too? Speaking of baggage…
"Honey, meet my baggage. Baggage, this is my boyfriend Collins." Angel spat taking one more shot while she was walking away to the fire escape. Of course Collins followed after giving a casual wave to the dark haired girl. Even if she didn't get along to good with his lover that was no excuse to be rude.
The glass window opened as Angel slid out, and as Collins followed he closed it behind with a loud click.
"Enter: Roxie (Rosando) Schunard, a drag queen with more lip then anyone you could ever meet. And the compassion of a drill sergeant..."
- To be continued…
More character development and explanation in the next chapter. Also, there will eventually be more interesting stuff going on! I'm worried about this chapter so please tell me what you think of it.
