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Ronnie Hamilton. 28. Sex worker

[ronnie-hamilton]

connorharrington:

Connor swallowed. He felt guilty making false promises to her. After she up and left without telling him, he teetered between wanting to find wherever Ronnie and avoiding the woman at all costs. Ultimately he never had to make such a decision. She was back whether he wanted her there or not. “Pizza it is then.” As he walked away from the bathroom, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had gotten himself into a mess. An uncomfortable mess. One that hurt Ronnie. It took him a moment to process what she had said. The events of the day had left his brain in a fog. Once her words registered, he almost snorted. “The kitchen’s not that far from the bathroom, Ron.” Connor poured himself a cup of coffee before ordering a pizza for delivery. He was ready for the day to be over. He found his way to the couch and sat down on it, resting his feet on the coffee table in front. “Once you get yourself fixed up you can get a shirt. You remember where those are, don’t ya?” His eyes never leave the small screen of his phone as he spoke. 

“No- I know, I just-” I’m scared, I don’t want to be alone. Ronnie stopped herself before those words were able to be said, her shoulders shrugging slightly as she let out a quiet sigh “Pizzas fine” she finished, turning so she could look at herself in the mirror. He was right, she probably should have gone to a hospital, her skin much paler than it usually was. With Connor distracted in the other room she took the time to quickly step out of the blood-soaked panties and into the shower and took the head of it down. Turning it on a low pressure she placed the stream right inside the wound, hopefully cleaning out any debris that had gotten inside it and washing away the blood that had coated her until the water ran mostly clear. Before it got too messy again she had slathered some ointment onto it and carefully sealed the bandage over top, making sure there was a decent amount of tape on it to keep it from leaking too much “Yeah” she called from the bathroom as she headed back into his bedroom and straight to his closet; a place she had visited many times before. She threw a t-shirt over herself and stepped into a pair of his boxers to keep herself decent. A nearly laughable thought considering how the two of them met “Hey,” she announced her presence back in his space, cleaned up and with a little more colour in her skin “Would it- could I stay here tonight?”

[ronnie-hamilton]

omggrahamsimmons:

“Ha, cute,” he remarked without any amusement. “Not confessing to shit. Just saying there’s a difference between then, when the reassurance was that a murderer is in jail and now, when the possibility exists he was never caught.” Graham could feel a bead of sweat roll down the side of his forehead, mostly due to the fact he was burning up and it was also hot as hell outside. Everyone running around with their heads cut off didn’t help, either. “Now there’s an idea – could probably afford a blowie right now if you’re so inclined,” Graham gave her a pleased sort of expression, because technically it was her own fault that he would latch onto something like that now. “It may not be the same, but it works just as well.. So if I can’t afford it, beggars can’t be choosers, can they?” He hocked another loogie on the ground, trying to get the phlegm from his throat.

“Ya, well girls like me can’t just walk into a place and get a job easy peasy. My experience isn’t really somethin’ I can put on a resume so I guess I’ll just continue livin’ on the dangerous side of life” God he sounded like shit- didn’t look any better either with his face flushed and the beads of sweat that didn’t seem to stop coming “Jesus christ, Graham- right now?” Her arms flu to either side of her body, motioning to the chaos around them- the dead body only a couple of feet away “This is what gets you goin’? You sure you ain’t a serial killer?” She asked, clearly in jest as she thrust her hand forward. She wasn’t going to say no to easy cash, as much as part of her wanted to “You wanna head back to your place or hang out in an alley?”

[ronnie-hamilton]

e-morrow:

“All the time.” He adds in mockery at the question. He really could not remember the last time he ever spoke to his mother nor did he care much about her and her pill popping existence. He was not interested in dealing with an older version of Morgan. A snort - “Yeah, you’d think that. Sorry to be the one to burst your bubble but dancing and whoring are not the same thing. I’m not saying that it takes no talent to spread your legs and be able to make a guy come undone, but - it takes a different set of skills to be able to do that without any physical contact. It’s more than just gyrating your hips and taking your clothes off. You need to connect. Become a fantasy. Most of the girls here don’t get fully naked because they don’t need to.” The cheer-leading comment made him chuckle. “Seriously? Let see it then. Give me your best cheer.”

“You ain’t burstin’ anyone’s bubble, sir” Ronnie was stubborn, that much was obvious. But she had lived in this world long enough to know a thing or two about it. She was sure he did too but he wasn’t the object involved “Whether it’s a fantasy or it’s some hoe tied up spread eagle on a bed- you’re sellin’ the same thing. But you wanna think it’s different go right on ahead, I ain’t gonna stop you but I can do fantasy. I can be a tease- hell might even be easier due to no-touch policies. Assuming you have no touch policies” she was a little taken aback when he asked her to cheer. Part of her knew she should have expected it “Seriously?” She questioned but even as she spoke her was throwing her hair up in a tight ponytail the way she would have back when she was seventeen, stretching a little before taking the all too familiar rigid stance. She went through her little ‘I’m popular, I’m cute’ cheer routine, adding a little more fluidity to it than what would usually be there “I still have the uniform if you wanted that too”

[ronnie-hamilton]

hxrveysm:

     Harvey often had to remind himself of the fact that for normal people violence, guns, knives and other weapons were not considered normal. His entire life had painted a picture of a blasted violence, so being back down to earth around people who didn’t believe in violence was often nothing but a culture shock. “Damsel in distress, you?” Picturing Ronnie as a damsel in distress, waiting for the knight in shining armour to sweep her off her feet sounded absolutely ludicrous. She was without a doubt the strongest person Harvey had ever had the pleasure of meeting. She was much stronger than him, that’s for sure. “Firstly, you are no damsel in distress and second, if you’re looking for a big, strong guy then I think you’re barking up the wrong tree.” The corners of his lips turned upwards into a mischievous grin. He never had any problem with joking about the fact that he perhaps wasn’t the tallest or the strongest guy in the room. But once she questioned him about the reason for his paranoia, his smile slipped away. He knew he couldn’t tell her about it, not really but he had absolutely no interest in lying to her either. “Something like that. Honestly, it’s not a big deal and I really think it’ll better if you stay out of this one.”

Ronnie was familiar with violence simply due to the job she worked. She couldn’t count the number of times a night ended up with her being black and blue because some self-entitled asshole decided part of the package deal was giving her a good beat down. But she preferred to keep her conscious clear of that kind of thing “I was goin’ more for a Meg from Hercules kinda vibe, honestly. Ya know ‘I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle it’ kinda thing” She let out a laugh as they walked the eerily silent streets, a little more than grateful for running into Harvey now than she had been a few minutes prior. There was something about the darkness these days that was off-putting “You do have a point with that though- you ain’t savin’ no one with those scrawny chickin wings”  the girl teased, relief showing on her features as they turned onto her street “You know I probably won’t be doin’ that. I’m a nosy nelly now spill. What the hell is goin’ on”

[ronnie-hamilton]

connorharrington:

Connor just barely noticed her face fall, but her reaction was enough to force him to swallow the tinge of pain that arose. He didn’t enjoy lying to her. Part of him believed that she deserved to know what was going on. The other part of him wanted to keep her in the dark. Either way she wasn’t safe, and the latter meant that she didn’t despise him. “Yeah. Maybe some other time.” Unsure of what to do with himself, he dug around in the first aid kit. He retrieved a large bandage and some ointment. “Alright, alright,” he took a step closer to her and handed her the supplies, “Here’s this. Put it on and I’ll order us some food. You should eat - you’re lookin’ a little pale. What’re you in the mood for? Chinese? Pizza?”

“Yeah, definitely. We’ll rain check” Ron’s head bobbed in an agreeing nod, brows furrowed slightly. She wondered for a moment if he knew she could never charge him for that, not after everything they had gone through including things he didn’t even know about yet. Maybe he wouldn’t know about them ever. She blew out a sigh as he agreed not to drop her off at the hospital, the room they were in feeling surprisingly much more comfortable than any room they’d stick her in there. And it wouldn’t cost her an arm and a leg if they even took her in to repair her. It wasn’t like prostitutes had a 401k and health insurance. “Thanks” Her fingers brushed against his as she took the bandage from him, lingering for a moment too long before pulling away and placing them on the counter next to her “Just get whatever, I’ll pick at somethin’” Truth be told, she wasn’t all that hungry “Hey, Connor- don’t go too far, alright? I don’t know what I’m doin’ here” And truth be told, she didn’t want to be alone right then when he was so close.

[ronnie-hamilton]

omggrahamsimmons:

Graham turned his head. “True, but before you had someone locked up and no murders were happening, so I’d say there’s a difference now,” he reminded her, sniffling heavily. God, this fucking cold was just kicking his ass to all hell. “So you’re telling me you’re going to raise your price? Because, I’m a junk man.. Don’t got empty pockets. You’ll just need to find another client, sounds like.” He moved so he could brace against the wall behind him, once more wiping snot from his nose with the back of his arm. “I could just order a fleshlight or something, have my fun with that. At least it wouldn’t talk back.” He was mostly making this into a joke, though. But truth was, if Ronnie wasn’t interested in having Graham come back, then all she needed to do was exactly what she’d said.

“You confessin’ to doin’ somethin’ dastardly, Graham?” She felt like she knew he wasn’t a murderer but at the same time she knew she couldn’t really be sure of anyone at the moment. The death of a cop was never a good thing, especially one so public “All us girls are, makes the risk worth the act or somethin’ like that. All I know is I ain’t gettin’ paid less for a blowjob than Herpies Helen, I’ll tell you that much” If it wasn’t for the fact that she was ninety percent sure he was contagious as all hell, Ronnie would have moved a little closer to him, ran her fingers up his chest and worked her barely existent magic on him. But he was snotting and coughing, and a little gross “You know silicone sucks compared to the real thing. Like I said, call me when you get paid. In this economy money is money”

[ronnie-hamilton]

e-morrow:

He said nothing but waited for her to finish the rambling mess she was trying to deliver. Something that sounded like formed sentences. “Don’t flatter yourself. I was not stopping for you.” He responded to her initial words, bringing the glass back to his lips. His eyes traveled from her eyes and down to her neck, cleavage, waist and the rest of her. She wasn’t exactly dressed to impress him but he was going to at least humor her. “Is that so? This is not a whore house, you know? Do you have any dancing experience?”

“Your mama ever tell you that you're a charmer?” her question was rhetorical, not in need of an answer as she stood there and allowed him to look over her. She was used to this kind of treatment by men at this point, didn’t even think twice as his eyes raked over her body like a lion studying his prey “It’s the same business, don’t fool yourself” Both were selling nearly the same thing, one was just more of a tease than the other. A little more socially acceptable and a hella of a lot less illegal “You askin’ if I can gyrate while slowly takin’ my clothes off? Cuz I’m kinda a pro. Also, I was a cheerleader in high school if that counts”

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hxrveysm:

       Things had surely changed throughout the years. back in the day if anyone would have offered their couch so he wouldn’t have to stay by himself he would have laughed in their face, because he didn’t need anyone’s pity. Now, on the other hand, he looked at it differently, spending the night with Ronnie, watching movies and eating pizza sounded so much better than spending the night by himself, waiting and waiting for someone to make their move against him. “You have a baseball bat? Jeez Ron, remind me to never get on your bad side.” A wide grin appeared on his lips as she pulled out the money out of her bra. “Alright, alright there’s no need to beg me to stay with you, but I have one condition. I will not tolerate ham on my pizza.” He told her teasingly as he swung his arm over he shoulders, pulling her closer to his body as they walked in the direction of her apartment.

“I don’t have the stomach for guns and knives just piss people off- pump the adrenaline and make them go into a weird fit of rage or some shit. Weird stuff” She shrugged her arms, brushing off the comment with a laugh at her own words. It was dumb, sure, but it worked better and was more legal than her other options. Cheaper too ‘Perfect. Cuz ya know, I’m a damsel in need of a big, strong man to keep me safe from this faceless killer. Could use my own personal bodyguard” Her hand patted his as his weighed down on her shoulders, matching his pace as they began their trek once again towards her apartment “No ham. No mushrooms. If you get mushrooms rest assured you’re gonna be dead to me” She pocketed the money again, knowing better to flash around any sort of bills while walking through the rough part of town “Why you so paranoid, anyway? Got a date with a drug lord or somethin’?”

[ronnie-hamilton]

e-morrow:

She straddled him. Firmly planting her legs on the outside of his lap. Her groin hovering inches from his. She leaned over his chest, allowing him a perfect view of her breasts. Elias could feel her smooth caramel skin against his hands. Hips swaying in circles now, like small thrusts then she slid down, turned around and sat against his groin. She was grinding a little too fast, but it was just the right amount to try and tease him and make his body react, even if it wasn’t exactly his cup of tea. She gyrated her hips one more time, moving tantalizingly close to his hidden erection, and finally adding pressure on it with her leg. It’s all about the friction, really.  “Careful love, that’s where the prize is.” She finally placed her hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head. Her arms essentially securing him in place. She continued to jiggle her round breasts inches away from his face. They were real, which was a surprise considering the majority of dancers got their tits enlarged. For a second, her pupils appeared dilated. She put her full weight on his lap, moving her body like a snake to the sound of the music. It was in that moment that Elias realized that they were not longer alone in that booth. “Okay, that’s enough.” He patted her on her ass and then pushed her off his lap. She wasn’t all that happy but there was little she could say to the man who signed her checks. “Can I get you anything else Mr. Morrow.” Elias nodded, reaching for his whiskey glass. “No, that will be all Ruby.” Turning to the person  who interrupted them he took a drink. “What do you want?

“Was I- was I interruptin’ somethin’ cuz I mean, she’s got great tits. Don’t have to stop cuz of little old me, I can wait” Ronnie watched as the woman walked by, eyes trailing over the perfect body before turning back to the man in the booth. She wasn’t totally sure about this but with her work experience, she didn’t have many options and at least this would be an honest job. More honest than the one she was currently working, anyway “One of your girls sent me back here to talk to ya. Was maybe thinkin’ about gettin’ a job here”

[inspohqsmoved]

“No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.”

— Clementine von Radics  (via hcathledger)

[ronnie-hamilton]

connorharrington:

Connor stood back, leaning against the wall and watching Ronnie as she pressed the cloth over her stomach. His eyes flashed to hers briefly. There was no way he could tell her about the texts he received. Instead he forced out a chuckle and avoided her eyes. “Just coming around to see if you wanted to, uh, you know.” He coughed once. Before she left, it wasn’t unusual for him to swing by the local bar to see if she was there. Most of the time it had been after a few drinks, but there were times he soberly sought her out. “But I don’t think we should after, uh, that. Too messy.” The amount of blood coming from the wound made him bite the inside of his cheek. Did she need actual help? He remembered that she said that she did not want to be taken to a hospital, but he wanted to make sure she was taken care of. “Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

Ronnie deflated a little. Probably not enough to notice but she never knew when it came to Connor. He seemed to notice everything “Oh, yeah- I see” She nodded, glancing away from and acting as if nearly anything else in the bathroom was more interesting. Maybe there was a reason everything had happened the way it had, it was a pipe dream thinking that maybe things with him were different then, that they had both developed something between them. Going away seemed to help her step back and look at this mess from the outside, if only for a moment. “Nothin’ a little band-aid won’t fix” She let out a quiet laugh at her own joke before looking down at the contrast of pale skin and thick red blood that dripped down her body “No- no- it’s fine I mean I lose more blood durin’ my lady time and it’s already slowin’ down so I don’t see what the big deal is. Ain’t the first time somethin’ like this has happened don’t think it’s gonna be the last”

[ronnie-hamilton]

warrenkavinsky:

“You know what? I don’t have time for this shit.” In one swift movement, Warren had her back out of the car and was roughly uncuffing her. “Just get the hell out of here.” He didn’t have the patience for her sarcasm. There were other people he could be questioning that would be a lot more cooperative. Despite the fact that he had his suspicions, she technically had not broken the law by just being behind the stage. All he could do now was keep a close eye on her because it was obvious to him she wasn’t going to give any information freely; she wasn’t that type. Clicking his handcuffs back on his belt, he nodded his head towards the other side of the parking lot. “Don’t plan on leaving town anytime in the near future. I’ll be talking to you soon.”

“Aye- watch it” she mumbled as he roughed her around a little before finally releasing her from the cuffs she had unjustly been put in. Ronnie took a step away from the man, hand on her wrist so she could gently rub the spot the metal rubbed against “This is some bullshit” she spat at him, clearly angry with the situation she was in. Anything to do with the police made her uneasy but a murder case was by far the worst yet “You know what, I’m gonna get in contact with my lawyer- talk to him about police brutality or some shit” She was speaking out her ass at this point, just trying to get under his skin “If ya ever wanna get that stick out of your asshole lemme know, I know a girl who could help you relax a little. If you catch my drift. Might do you some good to get that dick wet, Kavinsky”

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omggrahamsimmons:

Even though his head was feeling light, Graham smirked and stepped in towards Ronnie. Cutting the space between them until there wasn’t much to speak of, his tone dropping for only her ears. “What, not even scared to fuck a murderer for a quick buck?” He didn’t know why he was goading her, or placing himself as a killer. But it just annoyed him when others were so quick to throw that back in his face – intimidation tactics to make her regret even the tease of it would be the least of her concern if he really was killing people out here. “You don’t care about your safety much, Ron. Maybe you should really think about that first. I’d still argue your life is worth more than 20 dollars.”

“Never stopped me before when you were lonely and desperate” Ronnie was pretty self-aware of what she was and who she was to people. For the most part. It made her job easier knowing that the people who came to her were just as fucked as she was. He had never hurt her before so she didn’t really feel the need to think otherwise because another body showed up. He wasn’t the one rotting in jail, after all “That’s where you’re wrong, Graham- prices are going up all around- gotta make it worth our while to come out and play when a murderer is runnin’ around”

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hxrveysm:

        It was as as if the murderer and his former ‘co-workers’ had gotten into his head. So instead of the calm and collected person he usually was he was a nerve wreck. Every single movement seemed to cut through him, causing his heart to beat faster and faster to the point that he was afraid he might pass out at any second. But then he saw a familiar face greet him instead of someone that might want to do him harm. “Ronnie?” His face was burning bright red out of embarrassment. “Shit, I’m sorry.. I just thought-” He paused for a moment, what was he supposed to tell her? That he believed for a moment that she was someone who might either want to kill him or get him back to work for them? “How about I apologise for my arrogance by walking you home?”

A beaming grin spread across her face, head nodding enthusiastically “In the flesh” her hands darted out to their side of her thin frame dramatically “Hey, I’m just glad you didn’t pull a damn gun on me, alright?” She hated apologies, especially when they seemed completely unwarranted. Sure, she had gotten a bit of a laugh due to his paranoia, but there was no other harm done “You sure you ain’t the one needin’ an escort home? Maybe a place to stay for the night? I gotta nice couch, some shit movies, and a hefty baseball bat just in case oogie boogie comes to play” she stopped walking for a moment to pull some cash out of her bra, showing it to her company with little shame “We can even order pizza- if you got minutes on your phone cuz I’m low as shit”

[ronnie-hamilton]

Task 001: Camera Reel.

Ronnie isn’t one for taking photos all that often but on occasion, she’ll snap something if she thinks it’s important enough. Sometimes she sends them to her mom but most of the time she simply keeps them to herself. 

A healthy selfie marking her 30th coke free day. 

First real home in a long time. It’s a rundown, potentially haunted apartment with three suites. Ronnie lives on the top floor. Still turning tricks to pay the bills but she’s hopeful that’ll change one day too. 

Most of the photos she takes are probably street art. This is just one of many

First tattoo. More to come?

Weird new friends. She likes the baby more, doesn’t talk as much @hxrveysm

A photo that was never sent to the person it was taken for. 

New York City. She doesn’t get to travel much and while she spent some time out of town in rehab they occasionally got the chance to get out and see the city. 

The literal road to recovery

Another time. Another place. @connorharrington

[seruhn-dip-uhtee-deactivated201]

Emmy Rossum.

[ronnie-hamilton]

omggrahamsimmons:

Graham found himself rolling his eyes at her false sense of outrage and offense. “Spare me,” the man spat, before hocking a loogie down onto the cement. “It’s not like we’re friends – I don’t know your favorite color and I sure as shit don’t care to learn,” he went on, blunt and to the point, because he actually respected her enough to be that straightforward about it. He thought that someone like Ronnie would rather people not bullshit and yank her around. “So don’t jump down my throat for assuming crap when that’s all we ever do in the first place.” 

“No- we’re not. I mean who would want to be friends with Graham fucking Simmons” The woman spat, a little too offended for her own good. He was right, the two of them weren’t anything close to friends. She provided a service and he paid for it. Maybe she was so used to the line being blurred with some people “Call me when you get paid. Hopefully, before you’re locked up for this all things considered”