Captive - part 1. (mini-series)
Title: Captive - part 1. The Mannequin
Author:
thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Beta/Support: The lovely millionstar ! Thank you and laurad2609 for the encouragement! <3
Summary: Dominic is a student who decides to work in his summer holiday in a clothing store, after he mistakes a pretty mannequin for a real man. But what if the blue-eyed doll is not an ordinary one?
Feedback: would be lovely if you have some time! <3
Warnings: Nada.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: Oh, where do I begin! It seems I'm stuck in fantasy. The story is based on a real event; the same thing happened to me in the summer as to Dom in the beginning of the story and I finally started writing it. I hope you'll enjoy it; I'm really curious about your opinions! :)
Captive - part 1. The Mannequin
“Hey, Mum, do you mind if I wait for you on the bench outside?”
“Of course not, dear; I’ll just pay for these shirts and join you soon.”
Dominic Howard trailed away to one of the benches of the mall, carrying two big bags full of clothes and shoes he and his mother had purchased. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and Dominic’s summer holiday had just started, so he felt very well and put on a lazy smile on his face. The twenty-year-old boy leaned against the wood and watched as pretty girls strolled in front of him in high-heeled shoes, their tiny dresses exposing lot of skin. This season was fantastic from many points of view…
What Dominic didn’t notice were the appreciative glances thrown in his direction by many passers-by. His sun kissed skin must have been conspicuous in mid-June, but it was his natural skin tone. His blonde locks were a bonus, completed by his a bit feminine features. However, the main attractions were his eyes which bore an interesting mix of agate grey and moss green, like a genuine mirror of nature; all his feelings reflected in them.
The blond grew bored and looked to his right to check if his mother was done, but instead he seemed to register some movement from the corner of his eye. However, when he looked closely, he was surprised to find that it was only a mannequin placed in the windows of the shop where his mum was currently chatting with the shop assistant. Dominic lolled his head to the left and studied the strange mannequin more closely.
The young man could have swore that he saw the blue eyes of the plastic man staring right at him, easily reading his deepest secrets. He dismissed the silly thought; he told himself that the mannequin must have been placed like that before Dominic even noticed him. Nevertheless, its eyes were very expressive and seemed real, their creator definitely a talented man. Even the features were meticulously chiselled, so it was no wonder that it was mistaken for a real man. Probably one of the shop assistants arranged its clothes and that’s what caused the movement.
“Please, would you make some place for me as well?”
Dominic looked up at his mother’s smiling face and he blushed that he was caught absorbed in his thoughts. He nodded enthusiastically at Mrs. Howard’s suggestion of eating at the Chinese restaurant, although his eyes still travelled back to the window of the shop from time to time, but there was nothing weird now. After a couple of minutes, they got up and as they passed the store, Dominic noticed a paper advertising a vacant post of shop assistant for the summer.
“Mum, what do you think about this?”
“I didn’t know you wanted to work in the holiday, but I reckon you could make some nice pocket money,” Mrs. Howard said enthusiastically.
“I’ll think about it and come back next week for details, but all I want to do now is to stuff myself with Shanghai chicken!”
They both laughed and headed to the food court in a good mood.
* * * * *
When Dominic went to bed he thought again about the advertisement. He could only see the benefits if he were to be hired: he would earn his own money for the first time in his life, he would ease his mother’s financial situation and he wouldn’t be bored for sure either. His eyes felt heavy and the sweet fog of dreams alighted on his mind. However, a last thought surfaced too:
‘Maybe I’ll also find out the secret of the strange mannequin.’
* * * * *
Dominic woke up with a smile playing on his lips Monday morning. He was determined to get the job and put on an immaculate shirt and a pair of jeans. By the time he arrived to the mall it was past ten o’clock. The young man felt a bit nervous, so he took a deep breath and told himself that he could do it. He walked into the store and asked the girl at the cash register about the job. She told him that he’d have to talk to the boss about that and took him to a hidden office.
“Mr Wolstenholme, this young man came for the job.”
“Thank you, Lucy. You can go back,” a deep voice sounded from the far right corner.
“Dominic Howard.”
“Christopher Wolstenholme.”
They shook hands and Dominic gulped as he handed his CV. The boss put the paper away, scrutinizing him minutely instead, from head to toe. Dominic watched as he united his palms in front of his mouth, as if making a final decision about the man in front of him. The blonde felt a bit uncomfortable, but he wanted to stand the proof and demonstrate that he was a trustworthy person. After a couple of minutes, Mr. Wolstenholme asked:
“Do you have any experience?”
“No, but I…”
“Do you have any big debts?”
“No…”
“Police record?”
“No…”
“Are you disposed to be here at eight o’clock, sometimes even on Sunday?”
“Of course.”
Mr. Wolstenholme looked at Dominic again. Finally, he smiled and asked:
“Dominic, could you start tomorrow?”
Author:
thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Beta/Support: The lovely millionstar ! Thank you and laurad2609 for the encouragement! <3
Summary: Dominic is a student who decides to work in his summer holiday in a clothing store, after he mistakes a pretty mannequin for a real man. But what if the blue-eyed doll is not an ordinary one?
Feedback: would be lovely if you have some time! <3
Warnings: Nada.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: Oh, where do I begin! It seems I'm stuck in fantasy. The story is based on a real event; the same thing happened to me in the summer as to Dom in the beginning of the story and I finally started writing it. I hope you'll enjoy it; I'm really curious about your opinions! :)
Captive - part 1. The Mannequin
“Hey, Mum, do you mind if I wait for you on the bench outside?”
“Of course not, dear; I’ll just pay for these shirts and join you soon.”
Dominic Howard trailed away to one of the benches of the mall, carrying two big bags full of clothes and shoes he and his mother had purchased. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and Dominic’s summer holiday had just started, so he felt very well and put on a lazy smile on his face. The twenty-year-old boy leaned against the wood and watched as pretty girls strolled in front of him in high-heeled shoes, their tiny dresses exposing lot of skin. This season was fantastic from many points of view…
What Dominic didn’t notice were the appreciative glances thrown in his direction by many passers-by. His sun kissed skin must have been conspicuous in mid-June, but it was his natural skin tone. His blonde locks were a bonus, completed by his a bit feminine features. However, the main attractions were his eyes which bore an interesting mix of agate grey and moss green, like a genuine mirror of nature; all his feelings reflected in them.
The blond grew bored and looked to his right to check if his mother was done, but instead he seemed to register some movement from the corner of his eye. However, when he looked closely, he was surprised to find that it was only a mannequin placed in the windows of the shop where his mum was currently chatting with the shop assistant. Dominic lolled his head to the left and studied the strange mannequin more closely.
The young man could have swore that he saw the blue eyes of the plastic man staring right at him, easily reading his deepest secrets. He dismissed the silly thought; he told himself that the mannequin must have been placed like that before Dominic even noticed him. Nevertheless, its eyes were very expressive and seemed real, their creator definitely a talented man. Even the features were meticulously chiselled, so it was no wonder that it was mistaken for a real man. Probably one of the shop assistants arranged its clothes and that’s what caused the movement.
“Please, would you make some place for me as well?”
Dominic looked up at his mother’s smiling face and he blushed that he was caught absorbed in his thoughts. He nodded enthusiastically at Mrs. Howard’s suggestion of eating at the Chinese restaurant, although his eyes still travelled back to the window of the shop from time to time, but there was nothing weird now. After a couple of minutes, they got up and as they passed the store, Dominic noticed a paper advertising a vacant post of shop assistant for the summer.
“Mum, what do you think about this?”
“I didn’t know you wanted to work in the holiday, but I reckon you could make some nice pocket money,” Mrs. Howard said enthusiastically.
“I’ll think about it and come back next week for details, but all I want to do now is to stuff myself with Shanghai chicken!”
They both laughed and headed to the food court in a good mood.
* * * * *
When Dominic went to bed he thought again about the advertisement. He could only see the benefits if he were to be hired: he would earn his own money for the first time in his life, he would ease his mother’s financial situation and he wouldn’t be bored for sure either. His eyes felt heavy and the sweet fog of dreams alighted on his mind. However, a last thought surfaced too:
‘Maybe I’ll also find out the secret of the strange mannequin.’
* * * * *
Dominic woke up with a smile playing on his lips Monday morning. He was determined to get the job and put on an immaculate shirt and a pair of jeans. By the time he arrived to the mall it was past ten o’clock. The young man felt a bit nervous, so he took a deep breath and told himself that he could do it. He walked into the store and asked the girl at the cash register about the job. She told him that he’d have to talk to the boss about that and took him to a hidden office.
“Mr Wolstenholme, this young man came for the job.”
“Thank you, Lucy. You can go back,” a deep voice sounded from the far right corner.
“Dominic Howard.”
“Christopher Wolstenholme.”
They shook hands and Dominic gulped as he handed his CV. The boss put the paper away, scrutinizing him minutely instead, from head to toe. Dominic watched as he united his palms in front of his mouth, as if making a final decision about the man in front of him. The blonde felt a bit uncomfortable, but he wanted to stand the proof and demonstrate that he was a trustworthy person. After a couple of minutes, Mr. Wolstenholme asked:
“Do you have any experience?”
“No, but I…”
“Do you have any big debts?”
“No…”
“Police record?”
“No…”
“Are you disposed to be here at eight o’clock, sometimes even on Sunday?”
“Of course.”
Mr. Wolstenholme looked at Dominic again. Finally, he smiled and asked:
“Dominic, could you start tomorrow?”