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The gim street lights « Thread Started on Apr 15, 2008, 11:41pm »
Leaf after dead leaf crumpled under he black fury boots. This late at night her foggy breath kissed the air laving a trail of smoky substance as she walked on, path illuminated by dank street light, after dank street light. Most people said central park was a dead garden late into the darkness. All the flowers sleeping soft voluptuous petals clamped tightly in on itself. She smiled, she could think of something else that did that, a metaphor of sorts. She let her mind wander, she knew that after what happened her parents would probably kick her out, she could still have her car, a tank of gas, some close. It was almost as if she was going to leave...but no one ever left, people came but only with death did they part. So she would have to find a place to stay, and a job. She shuddered to think o the jobs that would wait for her. She could be a hooker, but the thought of having to deal with numerous guys...She shuddered, pole dancing left her with the same feeling. She could sleeping in the Aston Martin...or sell it, but she hated to part with such a prestigious vehicle. It would bring her money...she sigh found a bench to sit on and hugged her arm close to her. Why did she have to get caught now...when she was bringing it all to an end?
Re: The gim street lights « Reply #1 on Apr 18, 2008, 2:18pm »
Stepping out of the club, Christina decided to take the short cut through CP. She'd been twice before, once in the day time, to sit by the pond, feeding the geese and remembing childhood ambitions and innocent thoughts. The second time was more sinister. She'd needed a fix and decided, 'Hey! I'm in New York, i've got five hundred dollars in my pocket and i'm bored stiff!' She was after one thing, drugs. Although she wasn't an addict, CJ always enjoyed the thrill. But on that night she saw something she shouldn't have seen, a raid. After 15 minutes of hiding behind a bush, she had speculated an adolencent, he must've only been about 16. He'd approached the dealer sitting near the bandstand like he knew him. The man had looked at him appologetically and showed him something concealed within his mac. Withing a matter of minutes police where everywhere. They took the teen away and gave the dealer a pat on the back. The cold breeze hit Christina hard, the frost on the ground and the ice which was coming in from the North must've driven the pushers away because there was only one or two. Suddenly, a figure which wasn't too shady caught her eye. All girl whose age was unidentifiable was sat on a bench. Christina cautiously walked closer, she looked like she needed some company. And she knew that Vince was low on girls at the club...
Re: The gim street lights « Reply #2 on Apr 20, 2008, 4:31pm »
She looked up her hand clasping on the knife she had tucked away in her boot, a treasure from her brother, she looked harmless though here in timeless...harmless was just a fabrication. A word falsified to assure people that they wouldn't be hurt. Her mind turned to what had happened the last night. Her chest clinched and almost choked on the living pain that snaked its way up her chest, to wrap its teeth around her heart...she could almost feel it burst. Her eyes were shadowed by the darkness that creped past the dim light. She recalled the sirens she had heard earlier. This aroused a whole new suspicion in within her, she was underage after all and this bitch could be an undercover purple. She shook her head she needed sleep, she wasn't thinking straight, maybe she should have let him screw her at least she would have had a place to stay for the night... A light breeze blew across the park lifting her hair from the back of her neck, strands brushed across her cheek and she brushed them away, Irritated. She stood up slipping the knife from her boot as she did, hiding it from view in her clinched fist. Her breath caught, "What do you want” She tried so hard to be brave, all the time...it never worked. ...but in the dark you could pretend, she told herself she was shivering because of the cold, that her heart was beating fiercely because it wanted to explode...to kill her. "Look I don't have any money for you, or anything else for that matter..." The wind blew again, harder wiping her hair from her face, teas sprung into her eyes...it was only the wind, it was always the wind.
Re: The gim street lights « Reply #3 on Apr 21, 2008, 10:31am »
"Well.... er" Christina hesitated. She didn't know this girl, she had never seen her before in her life, she didn't want to start off on a bad foot. "Erm... listen, do you, i mean are you ok?" She didn't advance any closer, she had only just started and the club, and was doing well. She didn't think a big black eye would make her any more money... She shifted on her feet. "Because, you know if you're not, i know someone who'll put you up for the night." The night was getting later and later, and CJ knew that if she didn't head off soon she'd be too late to get into the apartment block. Glancing at her watch she shivered and waited anxiously for the girls reply.
Re: The gim street lights « Reply #4 on Apr 22, 2008, 8:53pm »
Danielle raised her eyebows..."I'm not fine...bad day, no year, life yeah bad life..." She Slowly sat down and slid the knife in her boot once more.." She thoght about her offfer, it sounded strange. Her voice was barly a whisper, "I won't stay no where with strings attached," She met the girls eyes hers her peircing blue ones cold, "Look I don't want to be rude, but I know this town, I know that most people would drag me into a joint and tell me to work fo my food...I'm not going to do that...." She sighd and ran her hand though her hair... Sometimes you had to take a chance... She stood up and took a few cutious steps in the womans direction. "What is one night worth ?" She smiled and held up her hand, "My names Danielle.
Re: The gim street lights « Reply #5 on Apr 24, 2008, 6:13am »
Christina gave a weak smile and walked forward to greet her. "CJ" she said and went to sit down on th bench. "Well, you see, i work in this club. Ran by this guy Vince. You might of heard of him? And it's really good pay. At the back of the club theres a bunk house. Usually were clients pay extra for, you know sex and stuff. But we closed at 1 so it'll be empty. It's not very big. But there'll be clean sheets, it'll be warm and Vince will feed you a good breakfast and dinner if you work a shift in the club." She stopped for breath, waiting to see what effect it had on the young woman. "and, all he'll expect you to do is do a 2 hour shift poledancing. He'll probably put you on same time as me, it's totally safe the clients aren't allowed to touch you at all. You just dance." While CJ waited for the woman to let it sink in she took out her cell. The timer said 1.30. Vince stayed in the club untill half two so if they hurried back they could still catch him. "So, whadda ya think?"
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