Wind howled through the desolate streets of Altanta roughly around two-thirty in the morning. One or two homeless men with scraggly beards shook their dirty cups at Riley as she swiftly walked down the block back to her apartment building. The stained blue-green walls gave way to natural destruction over time, and dim street lighting reflected poorly onto the area it was supposed to, making the crumbling exterior of the building look in even rougher shape than it really was. Two familiar cars were parked outside of the building in a restricted zone; hers was in the garage.
Most of last night's rain was evaporated, but some puddles resting in potholes remained. Littered papers and cans decorated the sidewalks as usual. Absolutely none of the stars were visible, and the moon slept behind a thick blanket of clouds.
Late shifts, one thousand pound eyelids, and a shitty pleather jacket was all she had that night. But so far, it had been alright.
She had escaped from her hometown and successfully blended into the big city scene. So far, it was alright.
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luckie street
Adventureif you were truly someone's priority, you wouldn't be questioning it.
