Lady in Red; Varius/Jene-Paul
February 8, 2010 - 11:05pm — themaskerade
Apologies, but this is a story where the deer are personified as humans. If you do not like, then do not read. It has been an idea of mine for some time. Also, there is a little language.
For clarity, I and my character Jene-paul are deaf. As such assume all dialog from him in this story is signed whether it is explicitly stated or not. I will try to show this by having his dialog in a rough ASL translation instead of perfect English.
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Jene-paul stood on the corner of the street and watched silently as the crowds moved past. It was nearing dusk and soon the streets would be empty except for the unlucky on their way returning from work. It was his favorite time to hunt. The humans were worn out, tired, exhausted, and always a hot mess after a long day of slaving over whatever menial task they dedicated themselves to in order to get a paycheck. He scoffed softly and lit another cigarette. Soon she would come. He had been watching her for days. That foolish woman who had no more fashion sense than a deranged magpie. He sneered as she passed in the morning and his perfectly manicured nails clicked as he signed silently to reassure himself. “soon-soon-soon she will be fixed.”
She gave him one of those pathetic glances he was so use to and he turned away scoffing softly. How dare she look at him like that? He was perfect this morning!
He glanced up as the flickering of the time streetlights alerted him to the approaching night and checked his appearance in a parked car. His blond and brown streaked hair was still styled perfectly into a loose up-do bun though his makeup was a bit worse for wear. He leaned forward pulling the tube of lipstick from his pocket as he reapplied the hue to his ruby red lips. He pursed his lips in a coy little smile and returned to his resting place to wait for his quarry. The air was growing colder and he shivered pulling the hood up on his pleated trench coat. Why did she have to be so late?
He sat down on the pavement and boredly watched the feet that passed. Dirty work boots; Stupid furry boots; Crocs! My god what is wrong with people? He stewed silently in his own disgust and continued to wait for his prey. Stilettos….Tennis shoes…white pumps..strap-wait! His head snapped up and he watched as the object of his scorn sauntered past. She one of those busy body executives who wouldn’t give you the time of day if you did not own a fortune 500 company. His lips curled into a sneer and he rose to his feet following silently after her. The women of this city were paranoid after dark. It would only take a few minutes before she would make the mistake of turning into the dark alleys in an attempt to lose him. Then she would be his. He continued to follow in hot pursuit and made no secret of his presence. Any time now…any time…There! He grinned broadly as the woman darted into the open mouth of a side street and broke into a run as he simultaneously withdrew his favorite scissors and seam cutters. This executive had a date with world renowned fashion designer and he would not leave her hanging in suspense.
He cornered the woman and just grinned broadly. She was yelling some sort of nonsense and shoving her purse at him. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. It seemed people were just so stubborn about their fashion choices. He pocketed his utensils and addressed her in a calm manner keeping his expression level. “Your attire is not-right! White after labor day? How rude!” He approached her again and gave her one of his five thousand dollar grins. Just as he was about to fix her faux pas he froze. He felt the vibrations and before he could react a young man tore past him and riddled the poor woman and the wall of the alley in vibrant red paint. Jene-paul froze and just stared in disbelief as the woman began to scream in hysterics. Not again…why did he have to? He swore he lost him earlier…
The young man dropped the bucket and grinned at the taller man. "
See lady! Now you're stylish! Red is much better!"
He kept that cheerful expression and didn’t even flinch when it became obvious that Jene-paul was trying to set him on fire with his glare. His older Idol was gesturing vigorously at him while the woman would not stop screaming her head off for the police. He stared dumbfounded at the two and glanced over his shoulder as he heard the sirens in the distance. “
Uh-oh. The cops are back Mr. Jenny.”
He pointed down the alley where the flashing lights could be seen in the distance and looked at him questioningly.
Jene-paul stopped his lecture and followed the young man’s finger. Shit. The cops. He grabbed hold of his arm roughly and pulled Varius for the opposite exit of the alleyway. He would not go back to jail for this boy’s stupidity. He continued to race through the back streets towards his home and changed direction whenever he caught a flash of colour from the streets. He had an alibi. He was sure of it, but…He stopped in the doorway of a closed shop to catch his breath and glared harshly at his trembling companion. The boy couldn’t have been more than sixteen at the most. Today was apparently blue day and he was dressed from head to toe in shades of blue except for his hair which was a vibrant red from the previous day’s color. What a disaster. That woman could identify him in a heartbeat just by his ridiculous appearance. He thought he had taught him better. He thought he had beat into his head that he should dress color appropriate to the night when he was giving makeovers.
He thought he had taught him not to assault people in such a rash manner. He took in a few more desperate gasps of air before he scooped up his flamboyant companion and fled for his apartment. He had never learned where the boy lived or whether he had any family. He had just stumbled upon Jene giving a senseless human a makeover and had been stalking him ever since. It was cute in a depressing sort of way. The closest thing to a friend the wayward demon had. He slipped past the security cameras at the front of his building and set down Varius before grabbing hold of the fire escape and lowering the stairs. If he were to preserve his alibi he would have to sneak back into his home. He had been doing it far too often since the child attached itself to his hip. He climbed up first and opened the window to his apartment. He waited until he felt the younger man slip past before pulling back up the fire escape and following after. The child did not wait to start flipping on all of his lights and making himself at home. He watched him turn the radio back on to his favorite station and gave him a half hearted “Not too loud” before collapsing on his couch and rubbing his eyes. What a disaster…He was so close too. Now he’ll never give her a proper make over.
He glanced up as he felt the couch sink in beside him and stared at those giant remorseful eyes. Varius was babbling at him again. He shook his head and gestured a few times. “I deaf-remember? No hear!” This just seemed to upset the child who just clung to him and rubbed its wet eyes on his arm. He had tried to educate it. He had tried to communicate with the child but it was harder than it appeared. Varius’ mind was no longer in the period of growth where acquisition of a new language was easy. Jene-paul gave him a weak smile and mimed writing for him. The child’s eyes lit up and he took off to find the notebook and pen that they used to communicate. It was tiresome and the young man’s handwriting was terrible, but it was a way to meet him half-way. Varius returned and Jene-paul relaxed while he watched the teen scribbling furiously. He looked up as the pad of paper was thrust into his hands and read silently.
“
Are you mad at me? I just wanted to help”
He lifted the pen and wrote for a few minutes before passing the pad back to his eager companion.
“I know. I have taught you better. Do not do that again. You could have gotten us killed or I sent back to jail. That is BAD!”
Jene-paul had underlined the word bad multiple times for emphasis and watched as the younger man signed ‘sorry’ multiple times. It was one of the first words he had actually learned. Jene-paul sighed and ruffled his hair. It wasn’t worth getting angry about. He waved to get his attention and signed with a weak smile on his face. “Your hair, colour #do?”
Varius’ eyes lit up and he signed back with boundless enthusiasm “
Hair-want-BITCH!”
Jene-paul’s eyes widened and he stared in confusion for a few seconds before repeating the gesture. Hair want..bit-Ah.
He sternly grabbed hold of the teen’s hands and forced his hand into the right shape and placement. “You want BROWN. Not bitch. BROWN. Brown brown brown. Understand-you?”
Varius grinned happily and signed again. "
yeah. bitch!"
as he raced for the bathroom where Jene-paul kept his hair dye.
Jene-paul shook his head and sighed. He would learn someday. It would just take time. He gave his reflection a weary glance and followed his companion for the bathroom.
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Featuring KittycatKita’s deer varius
As for writing another one, don’t know.
Might go for it if there is interest to read. Hope you enjoy.
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Very well written <3 MORE!
I am glad you like it Kita.
I am glad you like it Kita.
I will probably write more. It is too much fun to not do.
Jene really likes playing with varius in forest even if it gets lots of deer angry at them for trying to dress them up in new sets.
I think-why not write story for deers friend?
Varry loves playing with Jene
You should definitely write more!! I love these two right now xDD So funny together as humans
<3333333 -smothers in love-
... I always accidentally
I always accidentally sign bitch instead of brown. :c
This was fantastic! Ah, great
I like your writing. <3 You took on Varius' character rather well. C:
Good job. 8D