M- She killed it with kisses & from it she fled

Rio Marino · 07-16-2011, 01:31 PM

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Takes place in the afternoon Smile

Halifax was something new to her. She really couldn’t remember if she had ever really visited this place or not. Rio thought back to her past as she walked toward the concrete city, but she quickly pushed the thoughts away. Every time she thought back it reminded her of the horrible thing she’d been running from all this time. She was pissed that she couldn’t look back and think of the good times without the bad times pushing them out of the way. She scowled to herself as she walked up the stairs to a random house. She needed things. She would definitely find things here.

She stepped onto the porch of the random house with pink shudders and white slats. She instantly liked the house, it was so girly but yet so divine at the same time. She walked up to the door, and attempted to push it open. It wouldn’t budge. She growled lowly, and pushed harder. Still nothing. So then, she backed up, and with all her might she tackled the door, it now opening, and she flew inside. She landed on the dusty floor on her hands and knees. She sneezed a few times while the dust cleared away. Her black fur now caked with gray dust, she shook what she could off, and then got up.

She brushed the other crap from her arms, shoulders, and head and snorted. The house was really nothing inside. It was destroyed for the most part, the furniture had been thrown everywhere like someone was violently looking for something or someone else, and most of what could’ve been valuable to her downstairs was all broken. She stepped into the kitchen, only to feel a sharp pain in the right pad in her foot. She leaned against a wall to pick up her foot. A large piece of glass was sticking out, and she winced just looking at it. Carefully gripping the glass with her thumb and index fingers, she squeezed her eyes shut. She pulled the glass out, and she felt better already. She put her foot down and lipped toward the door. Fuck this house.

When she managed to get to the porch, she sat on the stairs and examined her foot. The wound was deep and stung crazily. She growled at her own clumsiness. Why wasn’t she careful? She saw that everything was broken, why didn’t she think of glass? It was all her fault. She put her foot down on the pink steps, leaving a bloody paw print underneath, and stared out into the city with a pissed off look on her face.

Placing her foot on the dirty stairs was not a smart idea, and it stung wildly still. She growled again, and moved it, leaving a bloody paw print behind. She stretched it out so that it wasn’t touching anything. She laid back on the stairs on her back, bringing her hands up to her eyes. She rubbed them in annoyance with herself, and kept her hands there, blocking out the annoying light.

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