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Post by Sephyless Pullman on Sept 10, 2006 22:47:02 GMT -5
Sephyless walked into the apartment and lie down carefully on the couch. The woman's apartment wasn't very clean. The carpet was stained and there was junk strewn across the floor. He had picked the whore up off the street by look, his friend had described her, and how well she did. On top of that, she was cheap.
The whore walked in behind him and went into the bathroom to take off her globs of lipstick and makeup. He never liked how they dressed, it went beyond demeaning into sick for him.
'Something's missing,' he thought. It was always so empty. Something wasn't there that was supposed to be. He didn't believe in love, it was just a trick the mind plays on the body. It was pleasurable, yes, but it was never really great. He turned on his side uncomfortably. 'If this is my soul talking to me, then it's rotting.'
The whore walked into the room, a bathrobe wrapped around her until he was ready. He got up and walked to the door, his head hanging. "Keep the money," he said. He opened the door with a creak and turned to look at the poor woman, then stepped outside into the cold night air and shut it quietly. He didn't feel like it tonight. He stalked off with his hands in his pockets and his head hanging.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 10, 2006 22:54:17 GMT -5
Bryna Delai leaned on a street pole outside of a ratty apartment complex. She heard a door creak open, close, then soon after open again, then shut once again. She blinked. This could be interesting... She thought, sporting a black tanktop and black mini-skirt, with some black tights to top off the outfit.
She flicked her cigarette aside as it died out, turning to face where she thought whoever was coming out of the apartment would be. She was right. Before her stood a man, his head hanging. "Hey..." She said, giving her usualy smile. "What are you doing out here in the cold?"
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Post by Sephyless Pullman on Sept 10, 2006 22:59:36 GMT -5
Sephyless brought his head up a little bit to meet her eyes. "Leaving," he said. He leaned against a nearby building and stared up at the sky. The stars never ceased to amaze him. They just hung up there without a care in the world, like angels in a black heaven. He looked down at her again. "Aren't you cold?" he asked her. He wasn't one to talk though, he was wearing a vest with nothing under it. "What are you doing down here?"
He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it with his lighter. The smoke usually soothed him, but not tonight for some reason. Smoke does not fill an empty soul very well.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 10, 2006 23:04:48 GMT -5
"I was smoking, then you caught my eye." She explained. She decided to ignore his question about her being cold, seeing as he only had a vest on for a top.
She motioned towards the apartment he had just come from. "What buisness did you have up there?" She asked, not bothering to add an polite 'not trying to pry but...' or 'it's none of my buisness but...' She just got straight to the point.
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Post by Sephyless Pullman on Sept 10, 2006 23:14:41 GMT -5
He looked back down at the ground. "Nothing," he said. He was telling the truth, he really did do nothing in there. He took a puff of his cigarette and blew it up into the sky. 'What a life this is,' he thought. The stars were twinkling at him, taunting him. He blew another puff of smoke in their carefree faces and pushed himself off the wall.
He took his unfinished cigarette and threw it on the ground. He just didn't feel like doing anything tonight. Everything seemed pointless all of the sudden. 'I'll probably feel better in the morning,' he thought and began the long walk across town back to his apartment, then stopped for a moment. "Why are you so curious?" he asked, not turning around.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 11, 2006 20:51:24 GMT -5
Bryna smiled. "It's simply second nature. I like to know things about people, and I dont' care if they protest. I find out one way or another." She said simply, walking up towards him, stopping by his side. "Why do you ask?" She retorted, smileing slyly.
Yes... he seems very very interesting... oh this night might not be so boring after all! She thought excitedly.
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Post by Sephyless Pullman on Sept 11, 2006 20:59:54 GMT -5
He looked over at her with tired eyes. 'Why is she being so friendly?' he wondered. 'Probably just a whore looking for a job.'
"I'm not interested tonight," he said, presuming she was a ho. He closed his eyes and began walking again. It was a long ways back to the apartment, and he had to get going if he wanted to make it back by dawn. He looked at his wristwatch and saw it was 1 A.M. Time had slipped by him yet again. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and just began to fumble with it in his mouth. He knew he was wasing a cigarette, but he was fine with it. If he needed more he could just swipe some from the convenience store.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 11, 2006 21:04:15 GMT -5
Bryna blinked. "Excuse me but WHAT do you mean by not interested tonight? Do I look like some floosy?!" She inquired, stepping up her pace to keep up with him.
"You know, if you aren't going to light that you are severly wasting a perfectly good cigarette." She stated, her long red hair flowing behind as she trotted along with him. "You know you should look at people when they're speaking to you, it's rude not to make eye-contact." She explained.
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Post by Sephyless Pullman on Sept 11, 2006 21:11:07 GMT -5
Sephyless stopped. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, lit it, then put it between her lips. "You have it then," he said. He continued to make no eye contact with her. "Now if you don't mind I have to get home soon, or else the sun will rise before I get back." He really looked at the woman for the first time, and was amazed at the beauty before him. He got his sort of evil grin on his face which was never intentional, but always came out that way. "And in regards to your first question, why would you talk to me right off the street other than you being a floosy?"
She had already intrigued him. She could obviously get angry if you pestered her. Wild, his type of girl.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 11, 2006 21:16:12 GMT -5
Bryna puffed the cigarette idley. "Maybe I'm just a curious person, or maybe I like meeting new people. Have you ever thought that there are girls walking around who aren't just in life to please men?" She asked, though secretly she did have a job as a dancer at the local bar. She decided to not mention that.
"Stereotyping is rather low, don't you think? I could stereo-type you as a man.. hmmm lets see... a bad boy, no love interest.... and hires lots of sluts." She said, surveying him from top to bottom, then up again. "Yup. I could do that now couldn't I?" She asked slyly.
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Post by Sephyless Pullman on Sept 11, 2006 21:29:29 GMT -5
He gave a small laugh and a shrug. "Hey, it's more fun that being self concious." He had stopped walking. She was...alluring. He figured he could spare some sleep to meet a new and interesting person. "Stereotypes make life a lot easier, don't you think?" He looked at her the way she had inspected him. "Though it's a bit harder to stereotype women though... It's unlikely that you would ever want to talk to someone so late. Hell, I could probably just pull you off to the side and give you a more...thorough examination myself." He laughed. "You're lucky that I'm not in the mood to now, because I would if I felt like it." He stuffed his hands in his pockets.
He had to admit though, she didn't have the air around her that whores had, that smell and that horrible makeup and the droopy face. She, on the other hand, was a beauty. She stood out against the blackness of the city. He probably wouldn't rape her anyways, he enjoyed the company of a beautiful woman, they were to look at. Let some other floosy provide him the other pleasures. He didn't actually rape, he just liked to boast about how he could. It made him look better in the eyes of his peers, the bad boys.
He actually didn't belong to any group, he just knew people from different gangs and became good friends with them. He had actaully stopped several gang fights from actually happening because he knew someone from either rivaling gang. He didn't like to see his friends in danger, they were another pleasure he would not like to lose.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 16, 2006 22:30:54 GMT -5
Bryna let a small sly smile slither onto her face. "Well maybe I might like that." She said flirtatiously. She noticed him scan her from top to bottom. "You like what you see?" She asked, tossing her hair over her should in one graceful shrug.
"Too bad your not in the mood." She said teasingly.
"And to address the stereo-types... it may make your life a little easier, but then you don't really know someone now do you? For all you know I could be a dancer at a bar." She said, which she was, but she didn't go into that detail. "Do I look like I could be a dancer?" She inquired innocently.
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Post by Sephyless Pullman on Sept 18, 2006 18:08:27 GMT -5
He looked at her, a slight smile on his face. "It would be a shame for you really," he said, avoiding the question. He didn't want to insult her too much, and he wanted to leave a good impression...well, at least somewhat. "To sell your body like that doesn't seem like it would be in your best interest. It doesn't really suit anyone."
'What am I saying?' he thought. 'This isn't me! I'll be better in the morning. All the more reason to get back home.' He put his hands in his pockets and began to walk again, slowly.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 18, 2006 18:22:23 GMT -5
Bryna followed him as he began to walk away. "True, but it's a living." She said, argueing for the opposing side. "You look like you would attend those kind of clubs... ever heard of the Moonlight?" She asked, surveying him once again to make sure her assumption was more likely correct then not.
Yup. If he hasn't been to the moonlight he might not recognize me... but if he has... well... that make-up does distort ones face. She thought in her usual, care-free tone.
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Post by Sephyless Pullman on Sept 18, 2006 18:35:24 GMT -5
He turned his head to look at her and laughed. "Maybe I do," he said. "I haven't heard of the Moonlight though, is it on this part of town?" He laughed. "You work there, don't you?" He stopped. "If you dance there I just might come sometime." He could feel himself getting his normal self back. He lit a cigarette and took a puff, looking at her body again. "Are you going home from there, or what?"
He felt his grin come back on his face. It wasn't too late, maybe she was headed there... If she was, he sure wasn't going to miss it.
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