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Post by jer on Nov 27, 2011 19:36:19 GMT -6
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---HER NAME WAS ADRIANA MEDEIROS. the girl's piercing blue eyes scanned the contents of the letter again, fingering the old picture it included as she approached the inferno hotel. she still could hardly believe what she was reading. the scrawled black ink was smudged in some areas, the letter a couple pages long, front and back. it was addressed to her as if she had been a close friend to the writer, dearest jericó, that's what it had said. when she'd first gotten it, she had been extremely confused. she received the letter back in sao paolo, forwarded to her by the woman who headed the orphanage she spent the last six years in. she had gone into work one day, and there it was, waiting for her in her boss's hands. jericó natalia delarocha wasn't the type of girl who got a lot of mail, though. she was practically nonexistent, and she had no family or friends. she couldn't think of anything important it would be, and so she had shoved it at the bottom of her minimal belongings in her suit case and forgotten about it until just yesterday. she was going through her things and found the deeply creased, folded letter. it still blew her away, the idea didn't make sense. she didn't like it, either. but here she was, walking through the inferno to get to the lounge. she was already this far along, there was no point in stopping now. plus, didn't the other girl deserve to know? this wasn't just about her anymore. it could be, she could make it about herself... but jer had never been much of a selfish person, no matter how much she claimed to be. a part of her wished the letter had been sent straight to the other girl, and that she turned out to be a bitch and didn't care to tell jericó about it. she would have been fine never knowing. she was happy the way she was, with the knowledge she had. this? this complicated things.
jericó had never been the type to go snooping around for answers. she didn't care about the deeper meanings. she didn't want to know the why behind the simplest answer. she had always been alone in this world. she was born alone, she grew up alone, and she came to valkyrie, california alone. she was an orphan, and not the type who dreamed about her parents losing her by mistake. she didn't want to be adopted into a new family. she was perfectly content continuing on the way she had always been. the girl was glad she never had the answers most kids dreamed of getting. she didn't care to know who her parents were or why they didn't want her. that was their problem, and if they were the type of people who wanted to dump her off on her own, then she probably would have been worse off had they kept her. growing up in an orphanage wasn't all bad. it wasn't like she was scared of the truth, but it complicated things. it made life more difficult, tangled the prettily spun web she'd been at home in for the entirety of her life. she just didn't care. there was nothing that could be changed about the past, there was no way to go back and fix mistakes or change an outcome she wasn't fond of, so really, what was the point of wondering and wishing about it? quite frankly, she liked herself. very much. and she liked her life. poverty wasn't a downer, and she wasn't pining for love. her expectations were relatively mundane and tranquil. she was practical, she didn't care about all the fairytales and fantasies. this was real life. there was a course to everything, people just got to choose which path they decided to travel down. jericó was happy. she was at peace with what she had, and she knew she could change her lifestyle if she wanted to. the thing was... she didn't. she didn't care about the glitz or the glam. give her a lock pick, a park bench, and some food and she would call herself set.
but, if somebody dangled the keys to your past in front of you, would you turn them down?
this newfound letter was giving her the reasons she'd never wanted to know, though. he brain had screamed at her to throw it away as soon as she started reading it, but it was enthralling. the letter went into full detail. it was from jericó's mother's sister, alessandra. her aunt, per se, but it felt too oddly familiar to call her that. she began the letter with an apology, an apology for never taking interest in her, or taking care of her like she could have. it wasn't her place to go back on her sister's wishes, though, she didn't meddle. jericó wasn't too particularly interested in this part. the apology meant nothing to her. it didn't touch her heart. the part that really crept into her attention was the word mother. the letter proceeded to introduce the woman who gave birth to jericó delarocha. it explained that the last name delarocha was their mother, or jericó's grandmother's, maiden name. apparently they couldn't find it in them to give her the last name medeiros, because then, had she been curious, she probably could have traced herself back to them, which she wouldn't have ever even tried, but that was beside the point. it continued on, telling about their childhood. her mother's name... it was adriana medeiros. the name kept bouncing back and forth in her head. it was so foreign on her tongue, it didn't feel right to know she had a mother. apparently adriana had been sold into prostitution by her own family at a very young age. she'd lived in a desolate little town, and they could barely afford to stay afloat, and so when the criminals came around and were offering money for the girls, they gave up adriana. she would have been taken by force anyway, so they figured they may as well be paid for it. she was only fifteen when that happened.
it wasn't long before adriana caught somebody's eye. she'd been a brazilian beauty of sorts, and all the foreigners were intrigued. a russian bought her for his son, and she was shipped off to russia. after performing those duties, she was then transferred into the prostitution ring for some other russians. there weren't many details on it all, or the names. apparently these were all things adriana had told her sister. of course there wasn't detail. but anyway, she'd worked in that ring for another year before she got pregnant at seventeen with a man by the name of "lutrova's" child. once the baby was born, and a paternity test was taken, adriana split and left her baby with the father. she'd managed to escape back to brazil without being caught, but ran out of money and resorted back to prostitution since it was the only life she knew. she sold herself for another two years before getting pregnant again. that was when she finally got in contact with her sister, the writer of the letter, again. adriana had told her sister about everything she'd been through, including her little lutrova child. she told her she was pregnant again, but she didn't know with whom, of course, and that she was going to give the baby to the orphanage in hopes of having her be adopted. she was in bad shape at that point, and when jericó was born, just as promised, she left her on the steps of bahia's local orphanage and walked away without turning back. apparently after that she disappeared, and her sister never saw her again. maybe the russians caught back up with her and killed her for leaving, or maybe she cleaned up and got married. it didn't really matter, jericó didn't care.
the letter was flipping things upside down though. jericó sure hoped that this girl she was going to meet was some soup kitchen type. she just wanted to meet her. she didn't think anything through past that, all she wanted to do was meet her. that was it. she wasn't going to bed for some deeper relationship or a long lost hug. she just wanted to show her the letter, and maybe just give it to her. that and the picture of what was said to be her mother. her mother's sister, she couldn't wrap her mind around the word "aunt," proceeded to explain more about the fact that she had a sister, and her sisters name was milana lutrova. apparently she just thought they had a right to know, and now that jericó was eighteen, she was allowed to tell her. jericó wondered if this milana knew this whole story. did she know that jericó existed? did she know the story behind her mother? she wasn't sure, but that wasn't her problem. jericó wasn't very surprised to find out her mother had been a prostitute and that she didn't want her. there was a selfish part of adriana medeiros that just didn't want a daughter. the letter explained that alessandra thought it would be best for jericó, and that she felt guilty about being there for one daughter when she wasn't there for the other. it sounded like an excuse, to jericó. no, she wasn't made. she would rather be raised by various cranky women who worked in an orphanage than a prostitute with a drug addiction. she didn't blame this woman who was her mother, but she wasn't going to make excuses for her and find some emotional attachment. the woman was gone. she was probably dead. there was no point in thinking about her anymore. right now she was more concerned with this milana lutrova. she had a sister.
"do you know where i can find a milana lutrova?" she asked one of the bell boys who was making it his life mission to help those who had no idea where they were going. he looked silly in his red uniform and goofy hat. "miss lutrova? the lounge singer?" he pointed back behind him, "that way." he smiled and nodded before moving on to the little old woman that had a purse full of undeserved tips. jericó followed his directions, looking at the picture of the woman, of her mother. she was olive skinned with black hair and blue eyes. it was an old picture, slightly tinted yellow, taken of her on the beach before she was sold. it was odd to look at her, it was like looking at a younger version of herself. as soon as she'd read the name milana lutrova yesterday, jericó had made her way to the public library and googled it. a stupid coincidence, she found out there was a girl named milana lutrova singing at the inferno. it probably wasn't her, because that would be too easy. she had been expecting a girl in russia whom she would never meet because it would take her a while to be able to afford to get there, and she didn't care to learn how to speak russian. but she may as well try this girl at the inferno, maybe she'd be lucky. a part of her knew this was her half sister. how many other girls were there named milana lutrova? and she was the right age distance apart. it was too coincidental to not be her. destiny had brought them to the same city. it was ridiculous, but it was possible. weirder things had happened, like those people who won the lottery twice.
she wasn't sure why she was doing this in the first place. why did she care who this girl was? she couldn't even explain it to herself. it was easier to not think about it. like stated above, jericó delarocha didn't like reasons. it was simply to just say she wanted to, but the why didn't matter, though it was bothering her. she was mildly disgusted with herself. she found her way to the entrance of the lounge. just as she was walking in, the man at the door stopped her, "you'll need a ticket, miss," he said in some sort of accent. was this like a little russian cest pool? where they all came to when they stowed away on a ship into america? she wasn't exactly caught up on all of valkyrie's little trends. she'd only just arrived, "i don't..." she hesitated. maybe it was a sign she shouldn't do this. her mouth opened again before she could walk away, "i'm just here to see my sister." the words came out before she could stop them. "hmm," he looked her up and down, "you're lana's sister?" her eyes widened, "how did you kno-" "you look enough alike," he muttered before she could finish. he folded his arms across his broad chest, he seemed to be contemplating something, "i didn't know lana had a sister. go on in." jericó half smiled before sliding past him and into the lounge. she felt hideously underdressed as she looked around at the dresses and suits. she had put on her best clothes, and she still felt like a grunge. oh well, it wasn't like she had been dressing to impress. ignoring the eyes on her, she carefully moved to a table at the very back. there was a girl on stage. she looked like her. it was a little breathtaking.
jericó closed her eyes and listened to the song as she clutched at the letter. she had a nice voice, there was no doubt about that. before she knew it, the song was over, and it was apparently her last one because the dark hair, blue eyed young woman was making her exit. jericó got up and followed closely behind her into the next room, "mi-" she hesitated, the words caught up in her mouth. what was she supposed to say? she shook her head, trying again, "milana?" her voice sounded inquisitive, though she didn't mean for it. the girl turned to look at her. jericó spoke again before the other girl had a chance to say anything, "this is crazy, but... i think that you're..." she couldn't find a way to say it. "here," she said abruptly, handing over the beat up envelope with the letter than the picture inside of it. "just read that. it'll explain everything." she would look like an idiot if this wasn't the right girl, but at this point... that didn't seem very likely. she held out the envelope, staring at the girl straight in the eye.
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Post by milana anya lutrova on Dec 1, 2011 1:19:17 GMT -6
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--- LANA HAD NEVER FELT SO THRILLED. after her first encounter with the russian's new recruit, derek, lana finally decided that she wanted to do something for her. when she was dismissed from her babysitting duties, she went back downstairs to the main floor of the hotel and found the lounge she had wandered by days before that. they were still looking for a singer during the night crowd. the same guy that had seen her earlier, recognized her again and she said she was here for the singer job. it was he, that said she could go up on the stage and show him what she got. the lounge wasn't open to the public yet so the only people moseying around were the workers preparing for the night. never in her life was she this... open. to be honest, lana hated attention drawn on her, and it was really the first time ever she sang in public. she was nervous, but the practical person in her told her that she was in a lounge bar at the inferno hotel and casino. maybe it was her shy demeanor that had stirred the worker's attention, but the moment she had opened her mouth, it was just... music. it was easy, it had a flow, and it had a slow seduction to it. at least that's what her now-boss, sam, told her about her voice. and then she was hired. just like that.
that was a couple weeks ago. she had started the friday and had been singing around every other night since then. sam told her she was gaining popularity with some of the regulars and soon, they'd probably have her doing something every night if she was willing. yes, she was willing. anything to get her involved really. she wanted something that was hers. something that no one had pull over or said she couldn't do. so yes, she didn't want anything more than spending her nights here. besides, everyone here was so nice. lana had never been so welcomed before considering the only other group she was a part of were cold bastards. she genuinely liked these people she was working with, and they were very kind to her since she was one of the few females that worked at the lounge. tonight, she was singing again, and when she arrived earlier in the afternoon she went back stage to the few dressing rooms to see the new outfit she was wearing. sam had this thing where he didn't want her to wear the same outfit twice. lana really didn't want to know were he got all these new dresses, considering the bouncer to the club was a russian. both in accent and profession. when she entered the dressing room that night she found a floor-length gown that was navy blue paired with incredibly flashy jewelry. she fingered the material of the dress already knowing she was about to wear something that was probably worth more than herself. she wouldn't get used to this. she dressed quickly, darkened her makeup just a tad and studied herself in the mirror for a long minute. until she started working here, she had never looked this nice. she was actually feeling like a girl.
it was the applause after every song that got her every time. she was never told 'good job' after she delivered drugs from point a to point b countless time without getting caught. so the fact that these strangers were clapping for her was great. it made her smile. lana didn't know why they liked her so much. but every night she performed, after her set which usually consisted of a couple hours singing with a little bit of a break, she would get down, maybe have a drink from the bar, and hang out with some of the customers. she didn't need to do that. she knew some people would just retreat back to their dressing room and hang up their hat for the night, but that wasn't lana. she would engage in conversation. it was easier to talk to strangers than with the people she grew up around. no one knew of her past. no one knew that her father was dead and that she was orphaned at thirteen. by her accent alone, it was evident that she was russian. she said she was from st. petersburg, just because it was one of russia's most recognizable cities. when they would ask why she came to america, it was an easy answer. she would say everyone wanted to come to america and live like the americans. she said she didn't have any family here with her. that she was here on her own accord. she lived in the hotel and she had friends she had made here. it was the bare minimum of some form of truth. like if you stripped a human down to their bones. yes, she was from russia, yes, she wanted to come to america. she couldn't reveal that she was basically forced here by her real bosses. she just didn't have family here, she didn't have family anywhere. she did live in a room long-term, and her only "friends" were other russians that worked in the business. yeah, that was the real truth. but everyone was always slightly tipsy and never really pressed on into her vague answers. they just kept buying her drinks until she decided to retire for the night.
tonight was no different after she finished her last song, she smiled, she waves, she bowed a little bit to show her gratitude. then, it was off to the bar. before she reached it, someone said her name. she turned around to find a girl that was probably a tad under-dressed for the night, but lana was the last person that would judge her. "hi?" lana said. her eyes were the same color as hers. the light blue. it made her stand out. "this is crazy, but... i think that you're..." lana frowned as the girl shoved a piece of paper in her hand. she was still coming down to earth from her set, but she took the paper from the girl. she motioned to an empty table for two. "sit?" she asked. lana sat down and started looking at the paper that she could tell was a letter. the name it was addressed to said jericó, which lana only assumed it was the girl across from her. she quickly discovered that it was a confession letter. what really caught lana's attention was the mention of her father's name. wait a second. this letter wasn't just any letter. it was a letter about her birth mother. her father, anton, never really delved into the logistics of her birth mother. he was seventeen at a russian get together. seeing at it now, lana knew what happened sometimes at parties like those. prostitutes were hired for a good time. one of those girls could have been lana, but luckily she was pulled into mulling drugs. anton told her that this woman approached him and said she was pregnant. of course, it really could have been anyone. after lana was born, there was a paternity test, and it was anton that was her father. anton told her that he had never been so lucky that he got a daughter. her "mom" split once it was anton that was the father. lana was convinced her mother was hoping it was anton. her father was one of the good ones, any prostitute would have tried to pin it on him. they know the baby would have been taken care of. lana never asked him about where her mother was after that. there was no need to. clearly her mother left for a reason. no need to keep asking question about someone who didn't want to be found. evidently, this letter was revealing a lot. that her mother was really sold in brazil and had been a prostitute all her life. lana did feel bad. that wasn't a way to live.
it came down to the fact that the girl sitting across from her was her sister. she was stunned. now looking back at it, they really did have the same eye color. they looked slightly the same considering they shared half their genes from a woman that they would probably never meet. "so... you're my sister," she said. lana had been alone for so long that she never dreamed up that she was related to anyone. her grandparents were dead, her father was dead, there really had been no one. "so you didn't know her either? our mother? wait, how did you find me?"
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Post by jer on Dec 23, 2011 18:05:14 GMT -6
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---SOCIALIZING HAD NEVER BEEN JERICÓ'S FORTE. all her life she had been the weird girl in the corner. she wasn't exactly hated, and part of her isolation was self-inflicted, but in its entirety, jericó was ostracized from your average people. she didn't really know how to interact, because she had never really found herself in an organic living situation. the jokes they told never made her laugh, they just weren't funny. the world of sex and lust didn't interest her. poisoning your own body with cigarettes and alcohol seemed idiotic. she had always been very practical, leaning into a more logical thought-process. she'd moved around orphanages, been referred to as a burden, and watched as the kids around her got adopted or fell into a downward spiral of despair and hopelessness. she didn't relate. the girl had really never wanted to be adopted, it wasn't this burning desire she felt. so it never got to her when she wasn't. it didn't break her heart, or make her sad. it didn't strip away whatever hope she had. she had always been alone, completely alone, in the world. it was what made her exactly the person she had become today. if she could have gone back and changed who she was, and her mother, and whether or not she'd been able to have a family... she wouldn't have. ever. this was her life, and she wasn't interested in anything foreign.
suffering in silence had always been her motto, though she wasn't really unhappy to begin with. sure, sometimes the loneliness got to her and she'd admire those real friendships enviously, but most of the time she was content. being a lone wolf was a part of her livelihood. she was the last white rose on an island being bombarded with black waters and bloody rain. if she wanted, she could have escaped it with others like her, but she didn't. she was stubborn, and she would hold out until the last petal fell and was swept away. her roots were deeper than most, and despite the scarlet blood that dappled her ashen petals, her color remained pure, unstained by the corruption. being alone usually suited her, because it was easier to take care of herself than a group of people. being who she was, she'd never had to worry about anybody else. a downside she would never admit bothered her was that there was also nobody to look out for her, but she'd managed for eighteen years, and that seemed like a decent streak already. she somehow always found herself looking out and caring about people she'd never met, and she couldn't help the compassion, maybe since she had seen more damage than a soul should take already. but on a bright side, she had it better than a lot of people. she had never witnessed a murder, though maybe something closely aligned with it. she wasn't ever abused, at least not physically. there were people in much worse situations. she was happy. she was happy. she was happy.
maybe she wasn't, but it was all she knew. maybe she just didn't know the difference.
part of the reason she'd never taken to being close with other human beings was that they weren't trustworthy. look at her own mother, abandoning her. jericó didn't hold a grudge against the woman, but she sure wasn't about to deem her a commendable person. she couldn't even be trusted to take care of a child. well, that was a bad example. she already felt guilty about criticizing the woman she'd never met. but there had been many, many cases of family betrayal. and take friends, for example, they almost always stabbed each other in the back in one way or another. most of them just got over it though, and perhaps it was being able to look past it that made them friends. jericó wasn't willing to succumb to that stereotype though. she would rather take all her griefs upon herself than to share them with somebody who would eventually drop them in the mud and kick them. she was suspicious of motives, and always had been. all her caregivers and guardians in the orphanage, or at least most of them, seemed to have some ulterior motive or no other option. jericó refused to be used as a pawn, because she wasn't about to sit down and let somebody else control her life. she was a controlling person, and she liked to take things into her own hands. having somebody demand anything of her was already crossing the line. that was probably why sitting here with her long lost sister from russia was making her uneasy. as of right now, she had lost all control.
lana asked jericó to sit, and she did. she suddenly felt exceedingly embarrassed. she had never been embarrassed or bashful a day in her life, and here she was feeling inadequate. it was inexplicable, but she knew this girl was her sister, and here she was lavishly dressed... and stunning. it made her feel insignificant. what if lana didn't like her? it made her head spin, and she wasn't sure why she cared so much. maybe it was just the fact that lana was the first person jericó ever... had. it seemed crazy, since she'd only just met her, but this girl with the identical blue eyes was her sister. could somebody blame her for wanting acceptance? it was the first time in her life she'd ever desired it. but what if lana hated her. she was suddenly wary of opening up about the life she'd lived. lana looked like she was well off, and jericó was basically a street urchin. what a pair they made. watching lana's expression as she looked at the letter didn't help. "i guess so," jericó nodded. it was a little funny, how they were related, and both had such different accents. and by funny, she meant weird. "no, i never met her. i didn't even know who she was until i got this letter." jericó shrugged. she didn't really care much about that. her mother wasn't here, and this was the now. the past was only there to be forgotten. "erm, well," jericó looked around uncomfortably, wary of meeting lana's eyes, "i just googled your name at the local library. i never dreamed you'd be here, that the lana lutrova in valkyrie was you, but... here you are." she began picking at her fingernails for the sake of something to do.
she couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen between them. this was something that happened in hallmark movies, and lifetime movies. the lifetime ones usually ended badly, the version where lana turned out to be an escaped psychopath and murdered jericó in her sleep. hopefully that wasn’t going to be the case, however, because quite frankly, she liked living. but would this meeting be the extent of their relationship? or would they continue to talk, get to know each other... become sisterly. it was a little confusing, and she almost regretted coming. the whole conference made her uncomfortable, and she found herself tongue tied and terrified of the outcome. what if this woman hadn't wanted a sister? she seemed high class, calm, collected. their temperment seemed to be something they had in common, how mellow they both were. but blue eyes and a tranquil disposition weren't exactly the foundation of a relationship. it was easier to not even think about it, ot sit there and accept what was happening in the moment. "did you know about her?" jericó asked. she didn't think she did, but she couldn't help but be curious. she wasn't sure if lana's father had ever mentioned it.
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Post by milana anya lutrova on Jan 25, 2012 23:03:31 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #000000 solid 8px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] TWINKLE IN YOUR EYE The Lyrics: 'come on closer' jem The Outfit: here Tagged jer The Notes late.
--- 'OUR MOTHER.' they were words that lana never thought she would be saying. could you blame her? she didn't know really anything about her birth mother, her father had been her everything growing up. and now this girl that looked slightly younger than her was sitting with her, in the lounge bar of all places, handing her this letter that mentioned her and her father's name. she didn't know how this girl felt about her, but lana was actually extremely relieved. adriana was her mother's name. anton never went into detail about her mother's history. it wasn't like they shared their life stories with each other. so, lana was half brazilian. again, lana never gave much thought about her other half. at least, not in awhile. of course when she was little she wondered a lot of things. when she saw other girls getting their hair brushed by their mothers or sung to. she envied that. but she just always assumed her mother was a russian prostitute. it was strange to think of herself as anything else. lana took the picture out of the letter and ran her fingers over it. it was of a very young girl on the beach. dark hair, blue eyes, it could only be one person. she looked up at jerico again, who the letter was addressed to, so she was assuming that was her name. she looked back down at the picture. "so that's her, huh?" before all the sex, drugs, imprisonment began that was. they said stuff like that ages the body. lana wondered if she still looked youthful when she was in russia. funny how this one women the two never met had somehow brought them together by the letter.
when lana thought of the word "family" she thought of a husband and a wife and their children, maybe some animals like a dog. when lana thought of her family, sh came up with nothing. the only "family" she had was dead. her dad? dead. her grandparents? died sometime when she was sixteen. she was in st. petersburg at the time and couldn't make it for the funerals. she just got news of their deaths from members in the bratva. her mother? as far as she knew, was dead as well. she never had a name, so there was no way to find her even if lana wanted to find her, which she never had a desire to. but somehow, it looked like her mother had a sister that seemed to know things and knew of both jerico and lana.
lana wondered if jerico's upbringing was like hers. she only thought that because of the fact that it seemed like jerico's aunt hadn't seen her in awhile. even if it looked like lana was some successful person singing in a hotel lounge bar, appearances were deceiving. she was embarrassed to tell her new-found sister that she was essentially a slave to the russian bratva. that everyone that worked her worked for the bratva. jerico probably passed several russian members from just the lobby to the bar. lana wouldn't be surprised if someone had already told someone that some young girl came looking for lana. not that anyone really cared about lana, but she was the resident orphan, someone finding her that seemed to know her would draw attention. it would be a shame if both adriana's daughters ended up slight screw-ups in the life department. when jerico told her that she found lana through the internet she laughed. she had no idea that her name was out there. she didn't know whether to be proud or scared. she was always one to keep to herself in russia, it seemed out that people wanted to come and see her. "you've been in valkyrie long?" she asked. lana turned the picture over, it was slightly sad to look at, and slid it across the table with the letter back to jerico.
truly? lana wanted to ask a million questions. she waited so long for a connection, and here she finally had one. but the awkwardness was hard to ignore. it was a little weird. even if they weren't saying it, lana was thinking that they were both a prostitute's daughter. and their father's clearly slept with a prostitute. even if they couldn't help it, it was an embarrassing fact. they both also had completely separate lives. lana knew that her past wasn't one to brag about. her's was tough, and she had a feeling her sister's wasn't a walk in the park either. "did you know about her?" lana looked down and looked back up and shook her head. "i knew of her." she waved a hand in the air. "she stuck around long enough to learn my dad was the dad, and then she left." lana thought for a moment and then added, "but my dad wasn't like creepy or anything... it's just hard to explain. he was a good man though." it was hard to explain because yeah, her dad had technically been a criminal, but he wasn't an ass or a creepy perv that hired a prostitute. it was a russian bratva party, the prostitutes were hired for "entertainment." things just happened, clearly, because here she was. but lana didn't want to explain all that to jerico and freak her out. "well, work brought me here to valkyrie," truth, though it wasn't the singing that brought her here. "what about you? how long have you been here?"
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