Down.
This poor city hasn't been through enough? Buildings sat in rubble, brick walls once proud and beautiful, covered in growing ivy, life. Now? Well the walls have come a tumbling down and grew due to several plauging fires and nasty little explosions.
We had to weed out the rats someway. Don't be judgemental just because we're better than them. Such is life.
Sitting amoung the mess was a woman who didn't belong, one known worlds around for, well, God really knows. But God also doesn't care. The woman had found a slab of blacked marble to call her own and has been there for a while. Her slender legs were dangling over being kicked. With this motion her platformed stilettos knocked against the reminace of the building. A hospital, perhaps?
The palest blue orbs seemed to sparkle, seemed to be the only thing one mght say. They were cast out in the sky, a beautiful rust colour filled the air. The sky hasn't been seen in weeks. When the dust settles will the tide turn? We'll wait to see.A gloved claw reached out, vinyal over skeleton fingers. The dainty hand took a small fragment of something. The eyes narrowed as they observed the objects for several moments before tossing it to the side like so much rubbish. A tooth or piece of bone. Not uncommon around this Hell.
Little wind sweeps the trashed venue but every once in a while it comes bringing with it a bit of relief, a glimmer of hope, or a wondering plastic bag. This moment it just brought something more for this female to be distracted by. Distractions were a very good thing. Locks of her bleached blonde mess of hair were lifted into the passing stranger wind. The sheets of rain blew sideways, bending to the will of this gust and fell on the overhang. The woman now finding the cascade of dirty water infront of her much to her liking. Those hands of her's reached down for the cape she wore of some eccentric bouquet of feathers. White teeth bit down on her bottom plumped lip as cloths began to slip off of body, perfectly molded by the hands of unseen forces and doctors with twisted fantasies and unbridaled talent. Nude she scooted into the dirty water to rinse off the stentch of the town, metaphorically speaking. It was at that moment a hand reached out and took this woman by the neck. In the other large, gloved hand was the pile of her cloths. The dripping beauty faced the man and flashed a guilty grin. The brute heaved this woman over his shoulder with many medals and acomplishments pinned on, pressing into her flesh. "Simply bored!" The woman screamed in an accent thicken than the air. "Dull! Next year don't give me another town. A simple statue of my figure will do. A wristwatch encrusted with jewles, more booze-" The woman was stiffled by a smack on the bum and was quiet.
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