04-06-2009, 06:28 PM
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i kind-of want to do driving under the influence, lol[/html]
Night was when the devil came alive and whispered sweet nothings into the children's ears. Hailfax was a haven for her, in her self-made bed of old clothes and broken bottles, safe from the judgments of others. But she still sought it anyway, dared the devil to take her places, and left her sordid room to breath the city air. Her dress had returned, deep pockets lined with her vices. Sabeen had not expected to happen upon the company of any others, but a scent was carried to her and she followed it unquestioningly, to find the form of the man on the roof with a bottle of liqueur.
She was too short to climb from the outside and didn't want to go through the building, so she settled for titling her head up, tasting the stale city air. 'Gute nacht,' the woman called, her voice startling herself against the stillness of the night. If popular during the day, it became an empty asylum at night. 'Who are you?'