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tamingthemuseTitle: A pirate's life for us
Prompt 472 Picaroon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 502
Joanna and I went way, way back. I was raised in a middle-class family, with a dog and a white picket fence. She was born is a poorer than poor neighborhood to parents that didn’t care about elevating their social status - or their children’s. I was the rebel among the proper citizen. She aspired to something more than marry the guy next door and raised 3 monsters on a cashier’s salary. We each followed our own path, but both of us ended up at Bette’s.
Bette called herself a talent finder. It was a rather pretentious way to say she had a way to find vulnerable teens and mold them into efficient elements of her personal menagerie. When I joined her group, Joanna had already been there for two years, and you would never have imagined what background she came from. Bette had find exactly what she wanted, and had given her just that: a glamorous life. She had polished her into a shiny jewel, the varnish so thick she could mingle in high society without anyone suspecting anything. All she had asked in return was a favor here and there.
What Bette saw in me was different, and where she had trained Joanna to be seen, I was to become the unseen. I may still hold a grudge on Bette, she was part of what made me the best at my job. The grudge was a later thing, though; during those first months at Bette’s, I saw her as my savior, the one who got me out of the boredness of my life. The grudge came later, after Bette made the mistake of teaming Joanna and me up.
The seen and the unseen. It had potential, and Bette decided to capitalize on it. Joanna and I went from barely speaking to one another, to partners in crime. Because that’s what it was, of course; Bette wasn’t a philanthropist, she was a businesswoman. Our partnership was lucrative, and she got a lot out of it. We did too, in our own way, and that was the beginning of the end. I saw Joanna growing uncomfortable with what Bette asked her to do, and soon enough, we made our decision.
One sunny afternoon, we took the bare minimum and we left Bette.
Freedom was intoxicating. For a few years, we lived a free life, going where we wanted to, stealing or conning for what we wanted, always together. A picaroon’s life, Joanna used to say. It had been some good years, but as it often happens, in the end, we drifted apart. She was missing the luxury of elite life, I was aspiring to a calmer one. The process was well on its way when we realised it.
And here we were, all those years later, reconnecting for a job born from Jo’s frivolous ways. Maybe I should have been made at her, disrupting the cosy life I had built for myself with her antics, but in truth, I had missed it.
Prompt 472 Picaroon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 502
Joanna and I went way, way back. I was raised in a middle-class family, with a dog and a white picket fence. She was born is a poorer than poor neighborhood to parents that didn’t care about elevating their social status - or their children’s. I was the rebel among the proper citizen. She aspired to something more than marry the guy next door and raised 3 monsters on a cashier’s salary. We each followed our own path, but both of us ended up at Bette’s.
Bette called herself a talent finder. It was a rather pretentious way to say she had a way to find vulnerable teens and mold them into efficient elements of her personal menagerie. When I joined her group, Joanna had already been there for two years, and you would never have imagined what background she came from. Bette had find exactly what she wanted, and had given her just that: a glamorous life. She had polished her into a shiny jewel, the varnish so thick she could mingle in high society without anyone suspecting anything. All she had asked in return was a favor here and there.
What Bette saw in me was different, and where she had trained Joanna to be seen, I was to become the unseen. I may still hold a grudge on Bette, she was part of what made me the best at my job. The grudge was a later thing, though; during those first months at Bette’s, I saw her as my savior, the one who got me out of the boredness of my life. The grudge came later, after Bette made the mistake of teaming Joanna and me up.
The seen and the unseen. It had potential, and Bette decided to capitalize on it. Joanna and I went from barely speaking to one another, to partners in crime. Because that’s what it was, of course; Bette wasn’t a philanthropist, she was a businesswoman. Our partnership was lucrative, and she got a lot out of it. We did too, in our own way, and that was the beginning of the end. I saw Joanna growing uncomfortable with what Bette asked her to do, and soon enough, we made our decision.
One sunny afternoon, we took the bare minimum and we left Bette.
Freedom was intoxicating. For a few years, we lived a free life, going where we wanted to, stealing or conning for what we wanted, always together. A picaroon’s life, Joanna used to say. It had been some good years, but as it often happens, in the end, we drifted apart. She was missing the luxury of elite life, I was aspiring to a calmer one. The process was well on its way when we realised it.
And here we were, all those years later, reconnecting for a job born from Jo’s frivolous ways. Maybe I should have been made at her, disrupting the cosy life I had built for myself with her antics, but in truth, I had missed it.
