TEMPEST
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With my hands in my pockets, I searched for my unfinished blunt. I head to the bus stop and wait for it to come. Once I get there, I light up fairy blunt and take a long puff.
I look up at the sky as I hold it in, letting the effects deepen.
“Ahem!” A lady coughs while looking at me.
I exhale, letting the smoke out of my mouth. “Yeah?”
“Can you please put that out? My daughter has breathing problems.” I nod. She smiles. “Thank you.”
I stick out my tongue and put out my blunt. She stares at me for a while before turning away. I throw my blunt back in its bag to save it for later.
After a few minutes, the bus finally arrives.
The lady gets on quickly, ushering her daughter, and goes in before I can barely take a step towards the bus.
I get on for free because of the fake student ID I made. I sit down and stare out the window, staring at people driving recklessly. Staring at some people fighting on the street, some stealing, and some crying. Eventually, I completely zone out and forget where I am. When I come back to reality, I stay on the bus to let myself rest. After passing my stop three times, I get off the fourth time around.
“Thank you!” I shout to the bus driver before hopping off and walking to the luxury hotel.
Ten grand isn’t much in today’s world, but right now, I want a night of luxury, even if it means losing two grand for a short stay.
“Uh, Ma’am. I’m sorry, but homeless people-”
“I got money.” I cut him off.
“Oh.” His face turns a bright shade of red. “Let me ring you up then. Any luggage you would like to have taken to your suite?”
I tilt my head. He just called me homeless. By that alone, does it look like I have luggage?
He laughs nervously. “Oh right, I’m sorry.” He swipes up on his tablet. “What would you like-”
“What’s the cheapest suite?” I ask.
“Uh... That would be the non-premium pack.”
“I want that one.”
He clears his throat. “This one wouldn’t allow you access to the pools, jacuzzi, a room with a terrace, or premium food menu.”
I blink. “How much per night?”
“One thousand per night.”
Even though it’s less than I had originally expected, one thousand a night still feels like a lot of money to lose. For me, losing money is always bad. No matter the amount. But whatever, I need to take a shower. A real shower. I haven’t taken one in six months.
“I want that one.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am wearing this. My hair looks like a fucking bird’s nest, I have nothing on me, and you called me homeless. What the fuck do you mean ‘Are you sure?’?"
He gulps. “Apologies. Uh, that will be one thousand dollars.”
I hand him the money for this night.
“Would you like someone to show you to your room?”
“No,” I respond. He smiles nervously, with a look that asks if I’m being serious. “Give me the room number,” I say. “I’ll find it myself.”
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The Gun For Hire's Bounty
Misteri / ThrillerTempest has no human bone in her body. She is devoid of all emotions, making her 'job' as a guns-for-hire easy- at least, that's what the heroes call it. She doesn't see it as a job but as a lifestyle. After all, that is all she's ever been surround...
