|Nina Maynard (awaitingstorms) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-09-19 13:10:00
|Entry tags:||nina maynard|
WHO: Nina [Narrative/Open]
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: The stripclub she works at
that I named something but now forget
WHAT: Hey, it's a good old 'catch up with ignored characters' narrative
WARNINGS: delicious delicious sexualisation of a native culture.
The club where Nina danced and stripped for an audience of horny men had learned, after a time, how to market her. She'd gone by a handful of names since starting there - Amber, Michelle, Maria, Catalina, Sofia. But they'd stuck her with just the one name now. Nina had been branded by them as Tlalli, the descendant of Mayan priestesses and and queens, who was reported to possess the mythical powers of her mysterious ancestors. It was all a joke, playing on stereotypes and images from a thousand B-grade horror movies with people having paper mache hearts cut from their chests, but sometimes when some of the men watched her they wondered if maybe it was a little bit true. Hey (they'd tell their friends afterwards), it wasn't like they believed she was actually some Aztec princess, but when she caught your eyes when she was dancing on stage, wasn't it just... really hard to look away? Didn't she really have... something those other girls didn't have?
They tried not to think about it. They tried to go back to their wives and girlfriends, but so many of them would come back again to watch Tlalli dance again.
When her bosses had first been kicking around this idea in the back room, making jokes about how they should get her a snake to wear as well, they'd thrown out a few name options at her as they googled for things that both sounded accurate enough but also pronounceable. When they'd suggested 'Quetza' she'd wanted to bite them. She'd told them they could call her whatever the hell they liked, but if they tried to make her go by Quetza she'd quit right there. No way was she sharing even part of a name with the Snake.
So Tlalli it was, and she would respond to however anyone spoke it to her. Not with words though, because part of the shtick was that she never spoke. The Texas accent immediately ruined any idea of her being the sexy exotic enchantress.
She'd taken belly dancing classes, adding some of that into her routine as she felt it amped up the image. She didn't think anyone really noted (or cared) that belly dancing wasn't what the Mayans or Aztecs or any of them would have been doing (because, quite frankly, no one in the audience gave a name what flavour of South American Ancient Exotic she was, only that she was Mysterious and Sexy and There).
The outfit she wore most nights (when they needed their Princess Tlalli and not just Nina Get Up And Take Your Clothes Off) had been a Halloween costume bought off ebay. It had been modified to make it easy to get out of on stage - always a concern - and the audience adored it. They loved this naked young woman on stage, stripped down to nothing but a feathered headdress, smokey eye makeup, and a tattoo taking up most of her stomach.
One of the other girls was trying to teach her to juggle - she was a clown for children's parties by day - and Nina hoped eventually she was going to pick it up well enough to try juggling knives. That seemed like the sort of thing that might work in her show, but she didn't want to offer the idea to her bosses before she'd managed to do it without impaling herself. For now, that would be a future plan.
Texas seemed a long time ago now. The days when she'd felt only guilt in her life - for the things she desired, for the killing and eating, for what she did with Amidio - felt long distant, and had been replaced with a sense of confidence. She knew who she was. She played roles for men at strip clubs just like she played roles in daily life among everyone who wasn't her brother. Roles were easy to play.
Nina scrubbed her face clean when work was done, and dressed in her own clothes. (Sometimes she felt like those were a costume too though.) The night outside was still warm but Nina felt like she could feel static in the air, the threat of rain coming. She hoped for a storm as she shouldered her back and began the walk home.