The idea of this is to just post what comes to mind, let a "story" evolve from it. It's been done with success on other forums I was a part of, and I wished to bring it here. Only issue this time is... I'll not be playing my usual warm characters. I'm not feeling cuddly, so... the darkness will play now.
EDIT: Should probably also say that this should be treated as a default R-rated thread, for profanity, blood, violence, and possibly semi-raunchy "romantic" pursuits.
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"All the gods be damned, I hate this shithole. Why can't any of these stupid, blighted humans see the hell they've created?" The pale and gothic woman growls into the bottle in front of her, disgust plain on her face. "If I had my way, I'd just wipe the planet of them and be done with it. Stupid... buggering..."
Her grumbling fades into the background of the dark and dirty little hole-in-the-wall bar that she's sitting in. The bar in front of her is littered with her discarded empties, yet she doesn't seem affected by the alcohol at all. This, along with her sour attitude and her chosen dress style, sets her apart from the rest of the patrons, yet no one seems to notice.
Her black eyes flicker over faces, cataloguing what she sees in them. Twisted bloody jack. Wants to screw the barmaid.
That one's too drunk, he'll beat his wife when he gets home.
She's trying to forget the day. Almost got caught stealing money from her boss.
That one's a sad sopping mess. Wife left him, took the kids, left the debt, he lost his job, lost his house... Idiot. Love is for fools and dimwitted sadsacks.
The bottle in her hand shatters, spraying her with warm beer and shards of glass. The small cuts heal almost instantly, and shadows lift off her skin. "I'm tired of this. Maybe I should take out the trash."