Posts by Molly Burnett~Esperanza

"Most of it. The knives and the arm warmers, well, they were sort of...specially done. I've got to admit, though...I got the belt from an old Halloween costume. The boots, too. Basically, it's a lot of ditched Halloween accessories and a little sewing," she admitted, giggling softly, admiring her own resourcefulness. The woman turned around, facing Moist now. She smiled mischievously, then flicked both of her wrists up.

Molly caught one dagger, but the other kept flying through the air. It flashed past Moist's shoulder, and stabbed a cork-board hanging on the wall a few feet behind him. Molly's blue eyes were wide, the grin faded as her cheeks turned red. "Oops."

"I suppose," she sighed, taking both of the knives and setting them down on the table behind her. "I've decided on a name, too. Go ahead, take a guess at what my persona's name is!" Molly said, cheerfulness returning quickly. "I'll give you a hint, it's the name of a Greek goddess."

Molly rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'm Artemis, Greek goddess of the hunt and of the moon," she crowed, pride in her voice. "Isn't it great? After all of these years of reporting and writing mere stories of heroes and villains, I'm actually going to be one!-" She stopped talking. Molly had to remind herself this wasn't Stanley; she couldn't ramble on and expect this man to still be listening, or to even care. Trouble clouded her eyes for a moment. "Well, enough of that. Tell me, what do villains and heroes do behind the scenes, what reporters don't catch?" she asked quickly, to cover up her pause.

Molly raised an eyebrow. She couldn't see a guy like Moist--or any other villain, really--leading a normal life. She supposed some minor heroes could, but that would only be because they weren't wanted by the police and weren't well-known. "The plotting, I mean," she prompted, nudging the bit about normal lives away for the moment.

The woman frowned. "But...what is your motive? What is your drive for doing things that...villains do?" Molly just couldn't see herself as a full-fledged villain. She didn't think she would be 'wicked' enough, or whatever personality and thoughts you had to have to be a villain.

"What about you? What makes you do it?" Molly pressed, actually curious to hear about why this man was evil.

Molly looked away. It was a bad habit of her's, speaking to someone as if they were in an interview of some sort. Sometimes she pressed too hard in a normal conversation, and things would get awkward. It was just another reason why Molly had little close friendships. "If you don't feel comfortable, you can get up and leave." she mumbled dryly.

Perhaps this man wasn't as similar to Stanley as Molly thought he was. That was the whole reason she proposed to be partners with him, and decided to let go of the grudge she held against Moist for getting her fired from her jobs. Most of the reason why Molly was asking Moist these questions about his personal life was to see how much him and Stanley truly resembled. Molly could never tell Moist that, however. He made it very clear in their first meeting that he didn't want to be compared to someone else.

"Just asking, really." she lied. Molly thought that speaking with Moist would help her, but it seemed she only got on his nerves. They couldn't even keep a conversation on good terms.

"And it's hard for me to talk to someone without making them feel like I'm interrogating them." Molly confessed. "Sometimes persisting and breaking down someone's wall they have built between them and me isn't a good thing. That's kind of why not many people have a liking towards me. No one wants to come out of their comfort zone. Or be pestered by some girl who persists to question them."

"Sorry, I come on too strong sometimes." Moist's smile was reassuring, though. "My apologies about almost slicing your neck earlier, too," Molly murmured with a small, sheepish grin.

Molly got up from her seat. "Well, enough of all this moping around and apologizing. Let's go out for a walk and see what's happening in this boring town!" she chimed, but looked down at her attire. "I want to make my first appearance memorable so...I'm going to go change out of this costume." The woman pranced over to the small table, grabbing her knives so she could put them away in the special trunk she put her costume in. However, when she bounded past the table, the knives in her hand brushed the notebook that was on the table, and the scrapbook fell to the floor. Ignoring it, Molly continued to go into the back of the apartment to change into normal clothes.

The scrapbook lay opened up on the floor.

Molly came back a few moments later, dressed now in a more suitable attire for an afternoon walk. She stopped a couple of yards away from the man, trouble in her blue gaze as she saw Moist with the book. "Um...so, ready to go?" the woman offered, a bit nervously.

She blinked in dismay. Molly didn't have a response right away, however. She wanted to object right away, tell Moist it wasn't like that.

But it was, he had nailed it actually. The ginger took a deep breath. "He wasn't just 'some guy'." she replied after a pause. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Molly drew in a sharp breath, taking a step back. "Moist, j-just calm down," she urged, her voice wavering. The woman's blue eyes were wide. She had no idea him finding out about why she wanted to be partners with him would make Moist so upset.

"You're really over-dramatizing this whole thing," Molly muttered. "So what you remind me of someone I once knew? Clearly you're nothing like him, now that I've had a chance to talk with you some. I'm still willing to be your partner, though, aren't I?" she snapped.

"Moist, the boy in those pictures isn't even alive anymore," Molly murmured tenderly, not rudely, bending down to pick up the book. "You shouldn't have much competition."

(Ever since the thread when Moist and Horrible were kids, I've been wondering what happened to Moist's mother! I finally know now! ....Poor Moist. :C )

Molly gingerly took the book back from him, setting it down on the table once again. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. Sometimes, it's hard to let go of someone, though. It took me years."

"You think so?" Molly wanted to do something with her life that she thought Stanley would approve of, and she didn't think his major dreams and hopes for her was for his girlfriend to become a villain...There she went again, thinking about what Stanley would want. He's been dead for nearly ten years. Get him out of your mind, she told herself.

"I'd be willing to try it...Could you brief me on which villains are enemies and allies with other villains?...N-Not to sound annoying or anything..."

Molly nodded thoughtfully, glad to change the subject. "I've never had a liking for that pair...Truthfully, I thought Fury Leika would have killed Dead Bowie by now...Did you hear about their scene with Electra in the park? Everyone at the museum was talking about it yesterday." she prompted.

Molly rolled her eyes, looking annoyed. She was just about to tell a story, and there was an interruption!...Who could it be, though? Molly hardly ever had guests. The woman strode over to the door, glad she changed into her normal attire. The curly ginger-haired woman opened the door, glaring at whoever was behind it before she could even assess who it was.