lips like sugar

Sylvie LeGume. 17. From France with the accent and all. My mother passed away due to AIDs when I was eight. Growing up thereafter in several foster care homes and soon on the streets, I began learning to follow in her footsteps in the world of prostitution. Unlike she would, I would never touch any type of drug. Currently in New York in search of my father--trying to change my ways & maybe become a special victims detective maybe even at NYU. (child of laura bimbette and gaston legume).

[sylvie-legume]

it’s an echoing cry | sylvie and hans

[hansofnewyork]

"Seventeen is still a kid," Hans nodded with a small smile towards her, pushing his fingers through his hair. He really should just accept that she doesn’t want help, but Hans can’t.

What, what? That was totally not what he meant. But what could he say? He just gave a nod, “Alright.” He had the room. She obviously didn’t have a place to go if she was walking around like that. He could let her stay a night. At that he turned, heading back to the cab.

[sylvie-legume]

Sylvie smirked and moved closer to him. "I can prove you wrong, you know. " She batted her eyelashes, twisting her face seductively with her bruises and all.

She walked to the cab and got in. Slyvie was so tired, so hungry and weak but she wanted to stay strong. "You are not married? A man such as you?" She gestured to his ringless wedding finger.

[sylvie-legume]

it’s an echoing cry | sylvie and gemma

[just-a-gem-deactivated20141228]

Gemma gave the girl a pointed look. "No, no, m'am. You're coming with me. Everything’s free for you, alright? Now come

on! I’m not taking no for an answer, you realise that, right?” she asked, tugging her in the direction of Chance Encounter.

"After I patch you up and you’re warm and comfy I can take you to the subway or whatever you want,” she told the woman dismissively. Gemma had no idea why the girl was refusing to be taken care of, but no matter the reason, Gem was going to take care of her anyway.

[sylvie-legume]

Sylvie bit her lip, suddenly becoming soft in body language. She could not understand why this woman was trying so hard to help her.

"euh, yes. I suppose." The girl had to admit, she had not had a proper meal in nine days. She counted--nine days and thirteen hours. There may have been the leftover burger picked from a garbage can or the left over Chinese take out from the dumpster behind one of the restaurants but not an actual meal.  The last time she was able to get a hot waffle and eggs along with a glass of cold orange juice. What Sylvie wouldn't give for a nice hot cup of tea at the moment. Maybe some steamed milk and honey.

"I will go with you then." She shivered, pulling her coat closer over her skin and boned body.

[sylvie-legume]

it’s an echoing cry | sylvie and hans

[hansofnewyork]

Hans was relieved when she took his jacket, giving her a nod before he frowned. “You’re not walking home like that,” He said, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Come on. I have a cab. You can just ride with me.” He studied her face carefully, before he once again looked back at the cab. Then he turned back to her, arching an eyebrow at her.

[sylvie-legume]

"Monsieur, I am not a child. I do not need to be told whether or not I can do something." But she seemed so small, so curious as to why an adult wanted to help her. "I am seventeen. You don't need to be telling me anything."

But then, with another look into his eyes, she smiled. "Okay, I'll get into your cab and since I do not have a place to stay, I will go to your home tonight, yes?"

[sylvie-legume]

it’s an echoing cry | sylvie and gemma

[just-a-gem-deactivated20141228]

Gem returned her smile warmly before getting back to the issue at hand.

"Are you super 100% sure?" Gemma questioned skeptically, scanning her body for wounds. She gasped. "Gash! Cut! Blood! Thing! Come with me, the café I work at is a few blocks away. You need a bandage! Or maybe three...I can get you a drink, I make a pretty mean question- wait, what? I meant coffee! I make a good coffee," Gem rambled, taking a few slow steps forward, gesturing for the stranger to follow.

[sylvie-legume]

Sylvie just stood there looking at the woman as if she were crazy. She couldn't seem to comprehend why another person would care that much. But Gemma continued, even offering her coffee.

"I--eh," she shrugged, holding the oversized jacket closer to her body. "I don't have any money right now, I'm sorry. But that is awfully nice of you." There was a slight pause. "Do you, eh, know," she struggled a bit with thinking of the words. "The, eh, train station. Subway here in New York, am I right?"

Sylvie knew, despite the smell and dirt, the subway station could sometimes be a cozy place to spend the night.

[sylvie-legume]

Hello?

Are you even on this planet? You've been staring into space forever.

[sylvie-legume]

it’s an echoing cry | sylvie and hans

[hansofnewyork]

Hans was taken aback when the girl turned to look at him. “Holy shit, you’re really naked,” He nodded as he tugged off his jacket, despite the fact she already had a similar one on and offering it out to her. He didn’t know what he was doing. This girl had to be Chapin and Casper’s age. Maybe that was what made him feel…paternal towards her. But the question was, did he really feel paternal.

"Where are you headed like that?" He arched an eyebrow at her, glancing back at the cab where the driver looked pretty pissed with him. He could wait though, Hans would give him a nice tip. This was obviously more important.

[sylvie-legume]

Sylvie took a few steps back, trying to close her coat closer around herself but then her offered his coat and she nodded, reaching for it.

She shook a little, slipping his jacket over herself. She tried so hard to stay composed but this was an older man that seemed to somewhat care or so she believed and yet she had flirted with him some time before.

"I--" she shook her head. "I, I'm just walking home." She cleared her throat, knowing she did not have a home to go to. "But I'm fine, you don't have to worry. All in a day's work."

[hansofnewyork]

Don’t you even want to learn my name before asking my life’s story?

I feel like I should take at least a bit of offense to that.

[sylvie-legume]

You feel like you should take offense but do you?

[aye-veronica-blog]

It’s like a game on your phone, it’s stupid really.

[sylvie-legume]

Oh? All I have is this game called 'snake' on mine.

How do you get that game? This is mine.

[sylvie-legume]

it’s an echoing cry | sylvie and gemma

[just-a-gem-deactivated20141228]

“Oh my fucking shit!” Gemma exclaimed in shock as she watched a girl being shoved roughly onto the street. She sprinted, but she was too far away and by the time she reached the girl, she was already on her feet. Gem panted and laid a gentle hand on the stranger’s shoulder.

"M’am, are you alright? You look sick!" she huffed breathlessly. The woman really looked like she would collapse any second, her beautiful features pale and sickly. But her expression was really what got Gemma, she felt as if she had been hit. The pain, hopelessness and almost invisible edge of anger cut through Gem’s soul. She knew that look. She’d worn that look. Probably for an entirely different reason, but she knew that now there was no way she was leaving this woman’s side now, not until she was safe and sound.

[sylvie-legume]

Never in Sylvie's life did she think somebody would come to help her. She never had a person that cared. How to react to this was unnatural, she was confused and lost.

"I'm not sick," she finally, moving away from the girl's touch. "I'm fine. It happens." Her face was stone for several minutes but something inside of her made her smile, something she didn't plan on. "But, er, thanks."

[sylvie-legume]

it’s an echoing cry | sylvie and hans

[hansofnewyork]

Hans really regretted walking to work that morning as soon as he realized how late it was when he stepped out of the office. If the city lights hadn’t have been shining, it would have been pitch black. But of course, he’s in the city that never sleeps. Something like that.

Hans wasn’t stupid enough to walk, so he hailed a taxi as he tugged on his coat, tucking his briefcase under his arm. He despised taxis. They were dirty, expensive and overall an undesirable experience for someone used to driving a car like him. Nevertheless, he didn’t have much of a choice.

"Where to?" The cab driver said gruffly as Hans got in. He muttered his address as he tipped his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose. He felt the taxi take off and soon looked up, just in time to see that French girl he’d been talking to walking down the street in a..coat.

"Pull over," He said quickly and the cab driver glared at him. "You’re not picking up a hooker in my cab, buddy." Hans just scoffed, "I know her. Just pull over. Keep the meter running." The man seemed hesitant but did as Hans said, letting him climb out of the cab. 

"Hey!" He called out to the girl, leaving the door open as he walked after her. What in the hell was she even doing?

[sylvie-legume]

(TW: gif flashes. if anybody has reactions to that don't look)

She knew that voice. It was the handsome man she spoke with before, the one who had twins close to her age. She closed her eyes, not turning around.

For some reason, although Sylvie had attempted to flirt with him previously, she felt ashamed at the current moment. Having him see her like this--perhaps it was showing her weakness or perhaps it showed her life. A life she pretended to want but truly didn't.

Her walk become faster, trying to escape but she realized maybe this could either be her way out or a way to get comfort. Stopping, turning, Sylvie looked up at him. At first, her eyes were sad and scared but she shook herself out of it, quickly deciding she didn't need nor want help. Her face was now bold and stern. Nothing could her hurt.

"Yes?"

[hansofnewyork]

Right. Right. I have twins. It’s a long story.

We’re all assholes. I would imagine that puts a damper on things.

[sylvie-legume]

I love stories, why don't you just tell me?

Ah, most men are ass holes, are they not?

[elsarosier]

..no I’m totally not standing in a fountain.

[sylvie-legume]

You seem a bit mad in the head.

Is this even allowed? Will you not get in trouble?

[mama-hudgens]

I feel like I’ve been all over New York these past few days between work and getting books for college.

[sylvie-legume]

You must be so proud and excited to go off to a university.

[aye-veronica-blog]

Candy crush is ruining my life.

[sylvie-legume]

What is that?

[hansofnewyork]

I’m pretty sure you could be about the same age of my children so yes, you are a child.

They get more dark and foreboding as you go up in age. But we all look alike.

[sylvie-legume]

Ah, but you see, I am rather mature for my age in many ways. You look too young to have children around my age.

How nice would that be? A room with thirteen gorgeous men?

[sylvie-legume]

it’s an echoing cry | sylvie and

"No, no! Please!"

Tears ran down Sylvie's face as she was shoved out of a driving car near the sidewalk. She felt the pavement scrape her body, the side of her face hitting the curb.

That was the first time she had to beg for mercy in years to not be harmed. Her body was bruised from before the fall--from the young man and his friends.

Sylvie had gone to work for a bachelor party and as the games went on, it turned dangerous. Of course, as a prostitute even with limits, she had to do most of what the customer wanted. Pain, torture, abuse. Her entire body ached. Every bit of the sexual interactions had consent but not the hitting, not the punching and not the choking.

When they had managed to get her into the car, they seemed to calm down and kiss her gently. All of them, running their hands along her body which was covered in just an over-sized men's suit jacket although she did wear a thong.

The car had slowed and the men began to become rough once more, grabbing her purse and taking back the money which was when they shoved her out of the car and she begged.

The pain was horrible but not as bad as her thoughts. She felt stupid, so stupid and she felt as if this was a call to her head. To stop this life. But she had no home, she was running out of money and she was starving. Sylvie knew she looked ill, she could see her wrist bones and bulging veins in the dim light of the street lamps.

Wrapping the jacket close to her body, she pulled herself to stand and steadied on the side walk. She had nowhere to go so she just started walking.

[sylvie-legume]

When you're on your own, cold and hungry and the night is coming on quickly it makes you appreciate when you have arms around you and a bed to stay in.

Even if it is false love. Even if it is only for one night.