Post by Felicia Barrientos on Oct 4, 2008 18:38:49 GMT -5
Felicia needed a mirror. That was it. Too bad she hadn't seen one of those in about a year. She could barely remember her own features as the only means of reflection she could find were streaked windows and bits of broken glass. But now wasn't the time of day for a glare in a shop window and she wasn't about to go traipsing all over Midtown in search of a broken one. No, she'd have to make do with what she had and hope for the best.
Fitting her brother's old cabbie hat snugly down over her head, Felicia stuffed her newly shorn locks up into the hat, arranging her bangs to fall just slightly across her forehead. She hooked her thumbs in the waistline of her trousers and rolled back onto her heels, trying to picture that funny gait Alejandro used to have. Somewhere between a saunter and a lumbering stride,she was sure she could imitate it. How hard could it be? He was her brother after all, and she was wearing his clothes, his hat, his boots, even his name, so one more element would make her disguise perfect.
Except for her face. It would have been nice to be able to see that again, too. Felicia hoped her lips weren't too full. She pursed them together in thought. And her eyelashes? Would anyone notice those? Of course, there were the more obvious aspects her female body, but she had never been overly endowed in the upper region, her voice was fortunately quite low for a girl's, and Ale's baggy clothes did a fairly good job of hiding the curve of her hips. Sip. She was good.
Felicia grinned, biting her lip. As dangerous as this was, it was going to be a heck of a lot of fun. Word on the street was there were no girls allowed in Midtown and the leader of the Midtown newsies had never been known to make any exceptions. She was smart enough to know not to push it after what she'd heard about Mike Greaser. The name sounded strange rolling from her foreign tongue, but she was desperately curious to catch a glimpse of this guy. She'd also heard from various girls that he wasn't too bad on the eyes. She would see about that. But for the time being,with this brilliant scheme, she'd be into Midtown in no time.
Moving her feet to some silent rhythm, Felicia spun around, giving her salsa skills one last workout before she put them away for a time. Still grinning, she sang out loud.
"Sí, sí, baila conmigo. ¿Estás listo, Miguelito? Porque vamos a bailar..."
Fitting her brother's old cabbie hat snugly down over her head, Felicia stuffed her newly shorn locks up into the hat, arranging her bangs to fall just slightly across her forehead. She hooked her thumbs in the waistline of her trousers and rolled back onto her heels, trying to picture that funny gait Alejandro used to have. Somewhere between a saunter and a lumbering stride,she was sure she could imitate it. How hard could it be? He was her brother after all, and she was wearing his clothes, his hat, his boots, even his name, so one more element would make her disguise perfect.
Except for her face. It would have been nice to be able to see that again, too. Felicia hoped her lips weren't too full. She pursed them together in thought. And her eyelashes? Would anyone notice those? Of course, there were the more obvious aspects her female body, but she had never been overly endowed in the upper region, her voice was fortunately quite low for a girl's, and Ale's baggy clothes did a fairly good job of hiding the curve of her hips. Sip. She was good.
Felicia grinned, biting her lip. As dangerous as this was, it was going to be a heck of a lot of fun. Word on the street was there were no girls allowed in Midtown and the leader of the Midtown newsies had never been known to make any exceptions. She was smart enough to know not to push it after what she'd heard about Mike Greaser. The name sounded strange rolling from her foreign tongue, but she was desperately curious to catch a glimpse of this guy. She'd also heard from various girls that he wasn't too bad on the eyes. She would see about that. But for the time being,with this brilliant scheme, she'd be into Midtown in no time.
Moving her feet to some silent rhythm, Felicia spun around, giving her salsa skills one last workout before she put them away for a time. Still grinning, she sang out loud.
"Sí, sí, baila conmigo. ¿Estás listo, Miguelito? Porque vamos a bailar..."
