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Post by Mark Ryun on Feb 25, 2009 22:39:43 GMT -5
The cold night air buzzed along the busy streets of the strip. The bitter rain that was being to fall in light bursts of wind wasn't helping but still Mark was out walking along the side walk. His gate a simple everyday guy walk instead of most of the blacks and whites alike that acted ghetto or gangsta as most called it around here. He could feel his street rage sweater pulling against him as he walked int other wind. His arms pushed down into the front pocket, his jeans pressing against his legs showing off how skinny he could be.
Looking up to wards the blinking clock that was on the center square sign he let out a hot breath and watched as the air carried his fog away. It was getting colder out and winter was just around the corner it seemed. 11:52 p.m. Time for your life to change, time for him to show up. Why didn't he show up. Fuck wait I'm late. He said 11:30. Shit Looking around now he let out a solid noise most people would call between a groan and growl before he walked over to a building and skipped up the steps into the small door area where the ledge would allow the water to land and keep him nice, warm and most of all dry
Better yet he could see the entire strip from his little post and he really did enjoy that. Looking around he saw a new 'hooker' standing on the street but from how she was twitching she looked like she needed a hit. He looked around and when he decided to get over the small rain drops he would get out there and work the corner and get the girls to by from him. Wait....one saw him, maybe they would all come to him. He was nice enough most the time he would let them pay him off later or in 'other' ways. After all they had amazing jobs and each one was slightly different. |
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Post by Nikki Lovett on Mar 3, 2009 17:10:52 GMT -5
THE WILD ONE NO-ONE DARED TO TAME [/color] Nikki walked down the street, wearing fishnet stockings, a black and red plaid mini shirts, a black shirt that showed her stomach, and tall black boots. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders as she walked toward the strip club. The air that escaped her mouth turned into steam from the cold night air. A chill ran down her spine as she continued to get closer, it was cold when you were wearing close to nothing. She saw one of the girls point toward toward a small ledge that had a roof over it, and their was a man standing underneath it, out of the rain.
She sighed , and thought to herself, probably another drug dealer. She wasn‘t going to go to him, at least not yet. She didn‘t have much money, at the moment but she‘d get some if she really needed it. She stood on the corner waiting to see if the man would come to her. She walked under the roof to keep the light sprinkle of rain off her. The music from the club could be hear, even though she was outside. The clock on the nearby tower showed it was midnight. Nikki‘s hair was damp from the mist of rain that was coming down, but it didn‘t bother her.
Nikki Reached into her purse and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She held it carefully between her two fingers as she took in the smoke. The mist of rain continued to fall, and the air started to grow colder as the night went on. |
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Post by Mark Ryun on Mar 4, 2009 17:25:51 GMT -5
He was brought back from his own daze when she ducked under the ledge and he jumped slightly, moving over to give her more room. He hadn't seen her before but he had just moved here. Looking her body over he tried to to let her see he was staring. His hood was up so it helped shield his eyes since it was only medium light under the small ledge with a light bulb that had so much mold on it it barley glowed anyway.
Looking back out to the street he watched as people began to pick up the pace as the ran began to fall harder and in quicker gusts, many of them being splashed with the water of the puddles from the passing cars trying to get home to quickly and not paying attention, sometimes he was surprised no one hydroplaned out here.
He waited a few more moments before realizing she was very pretty nd he was board and lonely so why not start talking? "God damn its cold, this is just bull shit, wasn't supposed to rain tonight."
He didn't really know what to say. She just kinda walked in here with him. He watched her light the cigarette and he smirked. Okay so she smoked, but did she do drugs? Mark wasn't the everyday drug dealer, at one time he had been a decent man loving life and when it turned on him he hit the streets for a little extra money. He didn't like ruining people's lives and normally he only sold to those he knew, were close to or didn't look desperate. |
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Post by Nikki Lovett on Mar 4, 2009 19:01:14 GMT -5
THE WILD ONE NO-ONE DARED TO TAME [/color] Nikki smiled slightly when the stranger talked to her, while she continued to smoke her cigarette. Yea, it's complete bull shit. She said some-what aggravated. She shook slightly from being cold, but she tried not to let it bother her. She looked over at the man I'm Nikki by the way, and you are? She looked away for a moment and watched the people dash for their car, or a building. People were getting soaked from the cars splashing in the puddles, which she found amusing, as long as it wasn't her.
She reached back into her purse and pulled the package of cigarettes out and held them out to him Smoke? She didn't care if he didn't want one, it left more for her. She didn't want to be rude, she was in need of some drugs. She wasn't addicted to them, but she liked getting high every now-and-then. The only problem was she didn't have the cash right now, she'd get some soon, but some guys liked it upfront.
She finished her cigarette and pulled another one out of the pack, and lit it. She inhaled the toxic smoke, then exhaled it. Life was pretty damn good for her right now, besides being low on cash.[/color] |
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Post by Mark Ryun on Mar 5, 2009 23:25:45 GMT -5
Mark watched her gestures and thinking about the cold made him shrink into his hoddie more. Leaning into the corner thankful the wind and rain was off of him. He watched her with caution, you could never really be to careful. He followed her graze out to were the puddles were splashed up onto all the other people and couldn't help but chuckle. He looked up at the sky and sighed.
He heard her name and smiled. "Cute name. Mark...but most people call me Markis...not that i like it." He laughed nodding to her.
He was here to meet his supplier, he was lowing low on cash and with winter about to hit his construction company was failing and he was sick of working part time at the fucking mechanic shop so he was turning to his old ways of a 'decent' imaged drug dealer. Looking around he pulled a hand from his pocket and looked at his watch.12:02 p.m....where the hell is that little fagot fuck! Waiting on this guy always pissed him off, he would be there all night probably and that was one thing he honestly didn't need.
He heard her say something and looked over, seeing the pack open for him he nodded thank you and retrieved one from the pack. He dug around in his pant pocket finding a lighter and light it up. He brought it to his lips and took a deep inhale and sighed lightly with gratitude and thanks. He let the white smoke roll out of his mouth as he removed it and smiled. "That makes you feel better." He laughed reaching up he removed his hood slowly reveling his brown hair. He scratched his head for a moment and smiled taking another deep inhale of the Sig.
He looked her over as she light up another and he smiled. "So what brings you down to the strip so late and cold at night?" |
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