Chocolate (p)
Mar 13, 2015 0:04:30 GMT -5
Post by {PANTOMIME! on Mar 13, 2015 0:04:30 GMT -5
WE GO WHERE NOBODY KNOWS
WE GOT GUNS HIDDEN UNDER OUR PETTICOATS
Her quick feet were loud against the busted concrete below as the sleek female they carried made her way across the road, heading for nowhere in particular. It was sunset, and the city almost glowed with burning orange hues that hit against the windows of the surrounding buildings. The weather was still warm, and Spitfire would soak it up for as long as she could before it got too dark and the temperature would drop. It wasn't like she had anything particularly interesting to do with her time, but she figured she may as well waste wasted time. There was still a lot of Cascaro she hadn't seen, so why not check it out?
Spitfire let out a sigh as she trotted through an alleyway in what had once been the red light district, feeling irritatingly bored. There wasn't anything or anyone around to entertain her, and the fire-starter had needs that had to be fulfilled. Whether it was from the humorous reactions of those she offended and pissed off, or from the mindless fooling around she experienced from strange desperate males, Spitfire had her own ideas of what entertainment was. Senseless violence was up there too. She was a woman of simple needs and simple pleasures.
Soon enough she had travelled straight through the alley, surprised at how quickly she had done due to her head being so full. Boredom leads to clouded thoughts, especially thoughts of her brother. Grimshaw was a closed book full of a thousand secrets, each one more complicated and twisted than the next. Both of them were pretty different and had some extremely conflicting views on certain things.. but beyond everything, nothing was stronger than the blood they shared. Being around him still confused her, especially after all the heavy and constantly shifting changes the two had faced and suffered from -- both together, and apart. She thought about what he'd said in the arena, how he'd named some of his kids after dogs he knew - including their mother. Spitfire hated their mother. It was rather odd, not to mention quite sickening how sentimental the bastard was when it came to her. The thought caused the bitch's lip to lift slightly in disdain, backing up the harsh thought that no matter what, she would never forgive their mother.
She paused when she came out of the alley, looking around the area with complete disinterest planted across her face. Letting out a loud blow of bored air, she reclined to her rear and sat close to the kerb, staring up at the orange-golden sky above. She didn't wait for the sun to set, she didn't wait for anything. She had all the time in the world to waste.NO, WE'RE NEVER GONNA QUIT IT
NO, WE'RE NEVER GONNA QUIT IT, NO
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OOC: for WARDOG and Moriarty! I'm sorry this is so crap, it'll get better when she has stuff to say and react to LOL