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 We get by just fine here, on minimum wage;, Closed to Jess.
Molly Bowman
Posted: Jul 8 2012, 10:44 PM


cathwell, loners/book store clerk
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girls make boys cry,
am i just another scene ,
And your name remains the same All that has changed is this pretty face So pull the trigger It never gets closer You want to start over But never start over pull the trigger you want to start over but never start over So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that your under Lipstick lullabies This is sorry for the last time - -

Molly ran around her bedroom frantically. Today had been total chaos, and now she was about to be late to work. She had already had two strikes, the third strike and she was out. Fuck. If she lost her job her aunt would be pissed. And, how else would she support her growing drug habit? Being an addict wasn't cheap. To make matters worse, Eviee was crying her head off on Mo's bed, and due to the fact that she was high off her ass, she couldn't concentrate. "Shut the fuck up, Evelyn!" The little girl started crying even harder. "Urgh! You make life so fucking difficult!" She could feel the rage building up in her. 'Walk away. Just walk away. She's only a baby. She doesn't know any better. You're not like your dad. You're better than this, Molly. Leave the room. Settle.' Her brain softly cooed at her. She walked into the bathroom, and splashed her face. "Just relax." She told herself. She propped her head on her elbows, and sobbed quietly. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had apparently forgotten that she was wearing a heavy coat of eyeliner. She hadn't washed in a couple of days, and had just kept reapplying makeup, instead of washing it off her face, and starting fresh. Having a nice clean face was overrated, anyhow. Now that she was calm, she pulled her brown mess that she called hair, into a sloppy, frizzy side ponytail, and reentered the bedroom. Eviee had stopped crying. Molly walked over to her and picked her up. "Mommy's sorry, Eve. I just get frustrated sometimes. It's so hard to be a young mommy. I hope you never have to go through this. I love you so much. I'll always love you, Evelyn Elizabeth." She pulled the little girl into her chest, in a loving embrace. "You're my whole world." She sat on the bed and rocked the small girl. "Never forget that, Eve. Whatever happens to us, mommy will always love you with all of her heart." She kissed the little girl. "Now, mommy has to get dressed for work. Be a good little girl, and help mama?" The two year old nodded. "Go get mommy's shoes, okay?" The little girl stalked off to find her shoes, while Molly searched the pig sty for her work clothes. How did she live in this mess? When was the last time she even cleaned? She had no clue. Once she finally located the clothes, she took off her shorts, and shirt, and put the clothes on. Eve came back with her shoes. "Come on, let's get you down stairs, for lunch." She scooped up the little girl, and carried her down the stairs. Her aunt took the little girl, and spun her around. "You're going to be late Molly. You'd better hurry." Molly nodded, and left. Hopefully she wouldn't be too late.

Molly hopped in her old pinto, and left. Good thing the book store wasn't too far from home. The old clunker wouldn't make it if it was much farther. She parked, and unlocked the store, and walked in. Hopefully no one would notice she had been fifteen minutes late. She stood behind the counter, waiting for her first customer of the day.

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Jessica Lacatus
Posted: Jul 9 2012, 09:11 AM


bullrose, drifters
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There was no excuse for her being here, and thus only one reason. She couldn't claim that she was picking up a textbook for school, because she'd had those for three weeks now. It was plausible for her to be here to simply pick out a book, but Jessica didn't really tend to read a lot beyond the old Python textbook she had stashed under her bed. The only reason that could make sense was that she actually did like Mo. She liked her a damn lot. Between failing school, kidnapping a German, ruining another German's brainstorming and her boss stabbing her, Jessica knew she'd been neglecting what there was between her and Mo. What exactly that was Jessica didn't know, but that was beside the point. Whatever it was, she liked it and that was all that really mattered. It made her want to casually show up at the bookshop where she knew - from less-than-honest means - was where Mo worked and pretend she actually wanted to buy a book.

For once she was driving. And for once she was actually in Cathwell, too. Jessica didn't have too many reasons to come down to this town anymore, but it was nicer than Bullrose and away from the things that were causing her problems. Well, most of them, anyway. Jessica sat in her car, watching the shop. She'd checked the times; she knew it was supposed to be open by now. This was the kind of thing Jessica absoulutely did not make mistakes about. She sat in her car, frowning and playing with the burned section of her leather jacket, waiting to see if she'd just been a few minutes too early. But it was a good ten or twelve before she saw her friend actually walking in. It was about time, she thought, smiling to herself as she pulled her car door open and got out. If the little bookshop had any of the kind of windows you could climb through that would probably be what Jess would use; alas, she was left to use the front door.

"Totally stalking you," she called out as she pulled open the door, a messenger bag hung over her shoulder. She didn't assume that Mo would be the only one here, but Jessica hoped that nobody else would happen to hear her and cause this moment to turn really awkward. She'd known that to happen before and Jessica usually didn't even bother trying to prevent it anymore. Prevention was less fun than the cure.


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Molly Bowman
Posted: Jul 22 2012, 11:49 AM


cathwell, loners/book store clerk
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Molly was totally preoccupied in her own little world. She had so much going on right now. She wasn't even sure how she was still going. Hadn't anyone noticed her drug addiction? It had to be obvious. Didn't anyone want to help her? If not for her, then for sure her little girl. Not that many people knew that Evie was her daughter. And, the ones that did? Well, Molly was trying her hardest to stay away from those people right now. All, except for one, and she couldn't seem to stay away from Jess. And, as if on cue, the girl walked in. Molly jumped, when the girl spoke. "Jess!" She yelled. "What are you doing here?" Was she really stalking her? The thought gave Molly butterflies. Molly wholeheartedly believed that Jess was the only person wh
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