This will take place a bit before meeting striker via the actual episodes and will continue on past the episode that was already passed. Therefore everything that happens after said chapter/episode pasts will be complete non "cannon". There may be f...
It has been almost two weeks since you rented out the hotel room in greed, things were about to change.
Feelings
Thoughts
Actions
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I had just gotten done with my last delivery, boss had been a bit more lenient with me except that I had no pills yet, which sucks because I was four pills away from being out. When I think the night will not get any worse Blitz decides to send me a message. 'Cofee 2morrow? I need 2 tlk.' I sigh, pondering if I should speak to him, 'Please' another text, 'Alright, but we meet in greed.' I await a response, 'Okay'
I walk into the hotel room the dim boring light meets my eyes I squint away the oncoming headache as I set my purse down, and go through my closet deciding on what to wear tomorrow, after trying on a few of my new clothes I decide to keep it casual I decided on,
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Which perfectly showed off of some of my tattoos as well as, my belly piercing. I set the outfit aside for tomorrow and decide to smoke before sleeping, it's been rough, I take about 6-10 pills per day, so after I meet up with Blitz I need to find a new dealer. Possibly before. Since the amount I have will only last me half of the day if that, I sigh and decide to shower now so that I will not have to once it's time to go. I finish my joint, the feeling of ecstasy embracing me with a mixture of opioids.
After my warm shower, I get all cozy in bed, allowing the dark descent into slumber.
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Another lovely morning, you were waking up to the sound of gunshots and screams, groaning as you slowly sat up to the sound of a ding going off, a message? You swiftly grab your phone, thinking it could be Blitz attempting to cancel, but to your surprise, it is your boss. 'Hello baby cakes, your old boss has decided to retire and the company has undergone new management' You carefully continue reading already having a bad feeling, dare I say something felt ominous about it all. 'Pride ring tonight, the porn studios, can't miss it.' You feel yourself holding your breath knowing whomever this person may be, has ahold of your contract. 'See you soon Chiquita'. His words reminisce through your ears.. dealing with this-
That's it, you were officially freaked the hell out, but you weren't given a choice, you quickly grabbed a blunt from your nightstand and lit it using the lighter that was sitting on the nightstand. Deeply inhaling the smoke, allowing it to succumb to your senses. You respond with a yes boss and quickly text Blitz you will have to be there earlier so he needs to hurry his ass up.
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Once I finished getting changed I noticed myself becoming increasingly dizzy moment by moment, figures I would start to withdraw before I even have breakfast. I feel myself tense and I slowly make my way to the pill bottle on my nightstand, cracking it open I attempt to shake the deadly product into my slender fingers. But somehow silence fills the room and a once anticipated delicate drop never meets my hand. That's when panic sets in, I look into the bottle.
"EMPTY?!" How is it fucking empty?! I feel my breathing hitch, my eyes feel shaky, No no no this cannot be happening. I need to see Blitz. I need my fucking pills-NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO
FOCUS
I force my eyes to open, my clouded mind seemingly fighting for it to be clear. When did I get on the floor? I needed to leave it's past the time I had to go. But what time is it?
When did I get changed, I know I'm walking but I cannot feel it.
It's kind of...
Funny.
The feeling behind my eyes is a low buzzing all whilst a shaking occurs deep near the base of my skull, the prickles of hair against my skin leave me with a cool yet overheating sensation, and my tattoos are practically dancing against my skin. I want to cut them off nice and slow so the blo- and my feet the pins and needles never seem to go away but my drug of choice changes all of this. Bullets of sweat so cold and dense they could slice through silver and splatter across my face, I feel so cold? Fingertips completely numb almost as if they were burned at the tips, the feeling of an enflamed cigarette being put on- PLEASE. When did I get here?
Blitz?
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Short chapter just a taste I suppose <3 I did not forget about this story :0
