The Acid Queen - Gotham

A Good Day - Chapter 2

The next day had occured, Sloth had found clothes for me, old ones, that their mother used to wear. Nixon revealed to me, that Sloth was the older one, by quite a few years. I found it wonderful, that after all the hard times they had gone through, they still stayed together with a tight bond.

"Where are you from?" Nixon asked through his food, wiping his mouth with a napkin. I stiffened in surprise, questioning it myself. In fact, I didn't quite understand. "I um, I grew up in the southern testing center... on the empty side of Gotham.." I muttered, quickly taking a bite of food myself. I heard the loud crash of a fork falling onto the plate, which made me jump in fear. Sloth and Nixon had both dropped their forks, Nixon coughing on his food.
"Testing?!" He snapped nearly, before his icy eyes seemed to turn into a gaze.

I wasn't focusing, recalling the previous day. My life was far too short to have a plan, as to what I was supposed to do now that I was free. I stopped mid place on the sidewalk, a few people rammed into me. I stumbled back a bit, before prying on further.

"I am giving you some money, you need to disguise yourself. Go to the barber shop of twenty seventh, and ask for them to bleach your hair."
"Okay."
"Tell them your friend Nixon sent you!"

I opened the doors, hugging my large shirt close to me, as I looked around the empty shop, the only light, was from the large window, which did light up the place well. The floor had a chessboard design, and the walls were white, and old. One wall was full of patches of peeling paint. Remains of previously cut hair, were piled into the corner like scared mice.

"Hello?" I called out, stepping closer to a mirror, while I waited for assistance. Thankfully, someone showed up. A plump female, with heavy makeup on amd far too many metal pieces pushed into her skin. She looked like a vivid nightmare.

Her mean facial features softened when I mentioned Nixon though, and quickly, she sat me down in a old leather chair, and began working.
In thst time, I had closed my eyes, drifting off.

"First thing you should know about Gotham." Stated Nixon.
"There are two big guys that run it, now that recantly the key to keeping things in balance is gone. Their names are Carmine Falcone, and Carmine Sal Maroni. If you hear their names from anyone, leave." He states very passionately.
I didn't question it.
Apparently, Sal Maroni ran a Mafia, while also in control of shipments of illegal weapons.
When I asked how Nixon knew this, he shut me up.
"Carmine runs a crime family, so stay out of his buisness.." he hissed.
"Then one of Carmines right hand men, or women in this case. Fish Mooney, she's a big deal, and hell of a scary woman, stay away from her at all costs!"

I woke up when my hair was pulled rather roughly, while a white lotion like thing was put in my hair.
Eventually, the hair dresser left me be.
I was still anxious, surely some men couldn't be so bad?
I guess I shamed myself, considering that thought as my hair was washed, and the burning chemicals were cleansed free from my hair. I have witnessed dangerous men before, so I should know that two men could be dangerous.

Finally, the little appointment was over, and I was let go, looking at my now blonde hair in the window of a closed shop. I brushed my now white locks through my hair, tilting my head. I quickly adjusted my mask, watching someone walk by. I sighed softly, closing my eyes. How am I supposed to get through with all this, so much unfamiliar stuff, so many new faces, how was I supposed to react in the first place?
If I wasn't caught, I would surely die fighting to stay away from that jail.
With those thoughts, I chose to turn my head, and walk on.

The city wasn't all so bad, it was nice, and gave off a strange uncomfortable aura, but all in all, it was kind of cozy. I never liked it when the sun came out on curtain days, so I suppose we Gotham civilians probably are just so used to the cold dismal gray that each day brought unto us. I heard the sound of a violin playing in the distance, and sighed at the beauty. I spun around a bit, seeing a few people dancing to it as well. I managed to take a skip, smiling under my mask through the crowd.