Writing again.
Aug. 27th, 2014 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bjornwildeA continuation from yesterday. Warning for transphobia and abuse.
[Also, this is my first transgender character and I deeply apologize if I am writing them in any offensive way. If this is the case, please feel free to drop me a line to mention what I am doing wrong.]
Rosa had no idea what she thought she was doing. Was she really going to cut a man's finger off in order to get clean? Maybe she should just go rob a store to get the cash for treatment or something. Still, she found herself walking towards the park, her boots clacking on the uneven pavement. The night was warm but dark; the moon being new.
She slowed as she neared the mouth of the alley that opened across the park when she heard voices; shouts and screams with the occasional pleading for mercy. Edging forward to the end of the alley, Rosa saw a man beating and kicking a slight woman in the warm light of a streetlamp. Her hands itched to help but Rosa turned. She had other business.
She made it two steps before turning back. Fuck it. Her mother didn't raise any of her children to walk away from those in need, but she did raise them smart. She pulled her hair back, tied it off, and tucked it into her jacket to keep it from being grabbed. That done, she looked about the alley for a weapon. Honor was for fair fights, her mother always said and that man out there was not one to fight fair. She found a broken mop handle and picked it up; spinning it to test the weight and trying to bend it to test its strength. It would do.
Walking out, she leaned forward to walk on the balls of her feet so as to not make any noise with her heals. Once she was close enough, she struck–no warning and no chance for the man to defend himself–and laid the man out. Of course, he also fell over the slight woman, who screamed again.
Rosa rolled him off the woman and checked the man. He'd be out cold for some time but he was alive. Turning to the woman, she offered her hand to help her up, which was accepted.
"Go, now." Rosa said tersely, turning back to the man. Was this the man the Bruja wanted her to give the message to? She bent to search his pockets; wallet, keys, a roll of bills, a switchblade. Would it be right to cut his finger off with his own knife?
"Thank you," the woman said, still standing there and shaking. "I don't know why you helped me, but thank you."
Rosa looked up and studied the woman. She wasn't much older than Rosa and was dressed pretty vaguely, jeans and a light jacket with maybe a green teeshirt underneath. She couldn't quite be sure. Her face caught Rosa's attention, there was something odd about it and it took Rosa a moment longer to realize the woman was a man…or was. Rosa wasn't sure what to call those kind of people. Others in her neighborhood mocked them but she didn't see the point. As far as Rosa was concerned, everyone had trouble fitting in their skins and if changing it to be comfortable worked for you, more power to you.
"Da nada," she said finally, since the woman was still staring at her and waiting for a reply. "It was nothing. Do you know this man?"
"Kind of," the woman said. "He's been trying to force me to work for him. To turn tricks, cause obviously my type of people aren't good for anything except making money off perverts." Rosa couldn't tell if the scorn and derision in the woman's voice were for the man or herself. "I'm Denise."
"Rosa. Does he do lots of business here? I have a message from a crazy old woman if so."
"No, I think he's just muscle," Denise said, touching her check tenderly. "I think I know where the guy who runs the girls around her works from. I could show you if you'd like?"
[Also, this is my first transgender character and I deeply apologize if I am writing them in any offensive way. If this is the case, please feel free to drop me a line to mention what I am doing wrong.]
Rosa had no idea what she thought she was doing. Was she really going to cut a man's finger off in order to get clean? Maybe she should just go rob a store to get the cash for treatment or something. Still, she found herself walking towards the park, her boots clacking on the uneven pavement. The night was warm but dark; the moon being new.
She slowed as she neared the mouth of the alley that opened across the park when she heard voices; shouts and screams with the occasional pleading for mercy. Edging forward to the end of the alley, Rosa saw a man beating and kicking a slight woman in the warm light of a streetlamp. Her hands itched to help but Rosa turned. She had other business.
She made it two steps before turning back. Fuck it. Her mother didn't raise any of her children to walk away from those in need, but she did raise them smart. She pulled her hair back, tied it off, and tucked it into her jacket to keep it from being grabbed. That done, she looked about the alley for a weapon. Honor was for fair fights, her mother always said and that man out there was not one to fight fair. She found a broken mop handle and picked it up; spinning it to test the weight and trying to bend it to test its strength. It would do.
Walking out, she leaned forward to walk on the balls of her feet so as to not make any noise with her heals. Once she was close enough, she struck–no warning and no chance for the man to defend himself–and laid the man out. Of course, he also fell over the slight woman, who screamed again.
Rosa rolled him off the woman and checked the man. He'd be out cold for some time but he was alive. Turning to the woman, she offered her hand to help her up, which was accepted.
"Go, now." Rosa said tersely, turning back to the man. Was this the man the Bruja wanted her to give the message to? She bent to search his pockets; wallet, keys, a roll of bills, a switchblade. Would it be right to cut his finger off with his own knife?
"Thank you," the woman said, still standing there and shaking. "I don't know why you helped me, but thank you."
Rosa looked up and studied the woman. She wasn't much older than Rosa and was dressed pretty vaguely, jeans and a light jacket with maybe a green teeshirt underneath. She couldn't quite be sure. Her face caught Rosa's attention, there was something odd about it and it took Rosa a moment longer to realize the woman was a man…or was. Rosa wasn't sure what to call those kind of people. Others in her neighborhood mocked them but she didn't see the point. As far as Rosa was concerned, everyone had trouble fitting in their skins and if changing it to be comfortable worked for you, more power to you.
"Da nada," she said finally, since the woman was still staring at her and waiting for a reply. "It was nothing. Do you know this man?"
"Kind of," the woman said. "He's been trying to force me to work for him. To turn tricks, cause obviously my type of people aren't good for anything except making money off perverts." Rosa couldn't tell if the scorn and derision in the woman's voice were for the man or herself. "I'm Denise."
"Rosa. Does he do lots of business here? I have a message from a crazy old woman if so."
"No, I think he's just muscle," Denise said, touching her check tenderly. "I think I know where the guy who runs the girls around her works from. I could show you if you'd like?"
