<div class="floatleft">(http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/8529/youcanbreathebykaleidos.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Prostitute</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Samantha "Sam"</span></span><br/><em>At Home with Reggy</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105330.msg4571509#msg4571509);<br/>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6DYrBZx5I0)[/noembed]<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>The boy known as Reggy was nice. Sam had recognized that very quickly. When he looked at her it wasn't lustful or disgusted, but genuine concern. When he offered to share a cab and take her back to his place, the young girl nodded. As Reggy called for a cab Sam stood under the awning of the theater and gazed about quietly.<br/><br/>The Cobb Theater had been a place she visited frequently when not on the streets hunting for her next meal. She enjoyed the movies, being able to see sun in movies reminded Sam that there was indeed a day. All too often she thought that she lived in a perpetual night.<strong>"Alright, we'll just need to wait here for a few minutes, then we can get out of here..."</strong>Reggy had said, bringing Sam from her thoughts. The boy trotted over and stood next to her.<br/><br/>He was a cute boy with a youthful face and seemed bashful and shy. All Sam ever knew from people were their greedy lust and insatiable appetites for sex. Sex and death. That is what one of the whores would say to Sam as they awaited potential clients. As Sam observed Reggy's face, a car pulled up and the boy darted for the transportation and waved Sam over.<br/><br/>The ride was not long, and Sam stared out at the rain slick streets for the whole trip. She was silent, and her face expressionless. As the cab pulled up to the small barker house, Sam took note of the entrances and windows. It seemed quaint, and reminded her of a place she once knew. The memory would slip her mind as she tried to recall it.<br/><br/>Reggy was careful to not make any noise on the old wooden porch, each step a deliberate action to avoid waking his mother. Sam, how ever, made no attempt to be as gentle. Her light steps made not a sound, which was odd because of the large black boots she wore. When Reggy opened the door and stepped inside, Sam remained outside, staring blankly at him through the door way.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey...come on," he whispered, "it's alright...you can come in...just, watch your step is all..."</strong><br/><br/>Sam stepped forward, entering the home. Inside it was dark with dim lighting. If Reggy had paid closer attention, he would see the large, unblinking reflective eyes of Sam. Quietly the young prostitute moved past the sleeping body of Reggy's mom. Sam's face slightly contorted. She could smell the alcohol from where she was, and the familiar scent of blood lingered near the woman. Apparently she was menstruating. For some reason looking at the woman made Sam sick.<br/><br/>Up the stairs Sam went, following after Reggy. When they entered his room she peered around with interest. It was dark, and smelled of testosterone. As the light flicked on Sam's eyes adjusted with ease. The windows were taped up, a sure sign that no day light would come in.<br/><br/><strong>"Um, the closet is over there in the corner, if...I mean, you know, if you want some dry clothes, you can just...well, take whatever fits, I guess...or if you'd rather just get some sleep, you look tired, you can just take the bed there, I'll...sleep on the floor, or something...Oh, and I'll get us some towels...uh, but first...I think I should probably see to...this little fellow..."</strong><br/><br/>Sam heard Reggy say, her eyes following his fingers as he pointed out the closet. In the back of the room was a small bathroom in which Sam peeked in, her head tilted. It was small and clothes laid on the ground. Her attention went back to Reggy has he commented that he would be attending to his 'rat'. Sam lifted the poncho over her head and laid it on a near by chair. Once more she stood in her bra and skirt, looking to the closet. "Thank you..." she whispered softly.<br/><br/>Sam would move through the room, absent mindedly trailing her finger tips along his book shelves and computer desk. Her long ebony hair pulled into two messy pig tails as they bobbed with each fluid movement of her body lithe body. "Was that your mother down stairs...?" Sam asked aloud, tapping a few keys on the computer. She moved to his bed and sat on it for a moment.<br/><br/>"Your friend is hurt. Do you know how to tend to animals...?" She asked another question, eyes staring back at Reggy. Sam moved to the closet. Everything looked like something a normal boy would wear. How ever the smell of stale popcorn lingered on most of them. Sam plucked a long faded black band shirt from the closet, and looked to Reggy once more. "Is this ok...?" She asked innocently.