For Rurik! =D Could possibly be mature, drugs and potential drinking and such. 500+ words.
######Resting between her lips was the unlit lovely, a strange flavor coming from it that she had never tried before. Humans had certainly known what they were doing in smoking this, just as she did now, and she was growing more and more fond of the human devices, particularly these large papers. Like most from her old pack, she could neither read nor write, or even come close to understanding the concept of the words "EZ Roll" or "Blueberry," but she could see the pretty blue-colored berries on the package it had come in. Never before had she eaten a blueberry, but if this is what they tasted like, then they were certainly worth trying to find. Of course, the marijuana within the blunt helped with the taste, but that was not important. The important thing was, she knew as she sat on the roof of one of the crumbling buildings, kicking her legs through the open night air, that she was feeling alive just from having it in her mouth. The lighter rested under her palm, unused as of yet. It was almost enough. . . But not quite. It would be lit soon.
######The city was a strange place, something she had never seen before in her life. What had possessed her to fight her way up the side of the building, Lolita might never know, but it was nice. The solitude was welcome like an old friend, someone seen so often that it becomes strange when they are not there. Hers was a lonely existence since her death, but she had grown used to the feelings that tugged at what was left of her body. It was like that one warm gust of wind on a freezing winter night, or the very first hit from any of her many pieces. The company of being alone was something she craved, almost as much as she craved the touch of another. So much time had passed since she had been with someone she loved, and never again would that happen, she was sure. There was only one woman out there that Lolita could ever love. . . Regardless, she had been with countless men and women since her death, but it had been a few weeks. The loneliness could only ever feed her insatiable need for the lingering touch, but it could never satisfy her.
######It just wasn't enough, no matter how she seemed to crave the cool, whispy fingers of solitude. In the week and two days since her arrival in the area, she had only met two others; the black and blue female named Cmwfen, and the coyote woman with scars and only one eye. That company, though the brief encounters had done enough to keep her occupied, was lonely, too. The real problem, it seemed, was that Lolita wanted to find others like her. She did not want to be alone forever, but how could she find comfort and company in those that were living? Being among the living was tiring, taxing on her young mind. Everyone thought her to be crazy, suffering some piece of insanity that she knew was not there. It was true, and she would find someone for company, even if she had to try and make someone. Could another dead one be made? She had probably been an accident, because she was certain Pello had wanted to kill her and leave her to rot. She was dead, so he succeeded there, but she kept walking all by her lonesome.