Post by mojo on Jul 16, 2009 10:01:19 GMT -5
White sneakers padded silently on the concrete, palm raised, digits ruffling the spazztic locks on the back of skullury. Right palm left head, toying nervously with the crown pendant that hung forever around my neck. It was beginning to rust slightly, as I had been wearing it since I was a young girl. Blue opticaliptics accented soft features. I wasn’t heavily muscled, but I was full of raw power. I stood at about 5’7”. Yup, I was a midget. But that made hunting demons fun. A bottle of holy water was nestled inside one of the many pockets of my black cargo shorts, a stake in the pocket of my white vest. I treaded through one of the many alleys of the city, the shadows didn’t bother me. Hands found pockets, tender sigh escaping kissers. I had a small motel room. Yes, had one. I lost it a few weeks ago. I was in this thing, called the Underground Ultimate Fighting. It was illegal, but where else could I make athousand a night without selling myself? Well, the police found them out, so now we were all on the down low. Nothing was happening to night… I picked up a jog, white vest flying out behind me, chain of crowns identical to my pendant were clanking against my leg with each stride. But the time I hit the streets, I was at a full sprit, weaving in and out of people, just having fun.
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