Testing the Black Water [Lexie] -- KEEP

[provethatweexist]

Night had long since fallen, bringing about a change that the natives of this area had come to expect. The city breathed a sigh of relief, taking off its mask to reveal its colorful view of the world. Heartbeats pound against the floors and against the surrounding buildings. The walls of her makeshift apartment above one of the many clubs in this area shook with the beats as they began to pick up beneath her. Vaguely, she could hear the sounds of people excited for a long night of partying crawling through her window. Looks like a good night for drug trafficking, she though to herself quietly as she fitted her latest latex mask over her face. The thin latex max softened her existing features, slightly darker then her own skin. More Latino looking she noted slightly as she blended the mask in as well as she could, ignoring the back of her neck. She rarely ever took off her hood so she didn’t really worry about that. Next, she fitted the short black bob wig over her head, tucking her long hair carefully inside it. Her normally thin hair made this an easy process and was one of the only reasons she actually liked her hair the way it was.

Sighing quietly, she easily finished packing away her latest supply of drugs – mostly meth, cocaine, and marijuana, her most popular drugs. While she never understood the appeal of any of them, they sold like candy. Hell, sometimes meth even looked like candy depending where she got it from. Why people liked it, she had no idea, since it rots teeth something fierce, but who was she to complain? Technically, a meth addict’s “donations” got her this apartment in the first place. Pulling the hoodie over her head, she made sure nothing fell out before slipping on her shoes and heading out the door. Locking it tightly behind her, she quickly headed out, sneaking out the back entrance to the club.

The air was thick with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol as she stepped out onto the main street. Beneath her feet she could feel the bass beating against the ground, sending vibrations long beyond the immediate surroundings of the club. Biting her lip she started walking down the street, following her normal route. Her gray hoodie was covered with gang logos, her own signature – a skull eating a gun – on the back center. It was how she stayed out of turf wars for the most part. That and the Magmum revolver attached to her hip. She wasn’t much of a fighter, although she still was in decent shape, which is why she liked guns. Simple to use, light and wonderfully effective for scaring the crap out of people that she can’t just simply bite. That and it helped prevent her from accidentally biting a werewolf. This late at night, it was hard to tell sometimes, so it was better to just avoid biting all together until she was sure they were humans. Licking her lips absently, she decided she needed to feed at some point tonight. “Lets go for a girl this time,” she mutter quietly, glancing over people as they passed by. First, she had to sell some stuff first.

Looking over the people as the crowd began to thicken, she almost instantly recognized one of her usual clients, his body twitching nervously in the crowd. “Antonio,” she greeted, approaching him easily. His face lit up as he quickly pulled out enough money to buy his fix of cocaine. “Just came in,” she said with slight amusement, her face remaining still. He nodded his thanks before taking off to go enjoy the night with his fix. Soon, she had a small train of people coming, buying mostly cheep marijuana. Young kids not yet addicted to the harder stuff that came after it. Sooner or later they would be though, it was simply a matter of time. There were some occasions where she was proved wrong but it wasn’t very often. Keeping her face calm, she easily rolled up the money, tucking it safely onto the inside pockets of her hoodie. Tonight was going to be a good night she thought, as she began to walk down the street again, a slight smirk twitching on her lips. Now hopefully, it stayed like this.

[Lexine Sullivan]

Lexi had spent most of the day in bed, her head reeling from a night of heavy drinking and dancing- she had been celebrating another good bout of fights and the fact that she could afford a good few nights out before she ran out again (after she had given most of it away anyway). It had been a good night apart from being hit on by more than one man and woman and whilst she was flattered she simply wasn't interested in just picking someone up from a bar...she hoped to find someone who interested her and she most certainly was not going to just give herself away to anyone! She rather valued her virginity since it was the only thing about her that she could call 'pure' and she really didn't want to lose it anytime soon. But she digressed...

Rolling out of her nice and warm bed with a groan she landed on her feet and stumbled towards her wet room so she could grab a shower. Turning it on to the hottest setting she could stand she grabbed her favourite lotions and potions and took a good half an hour or longer getting herself clean and a little more awake- she loved spending time under the water since it was a little piece of heaven away from everything else and sometimes she used these brief moments to cry away her frustrations and pains but today she didn't- she was fine today, not wanting to ruin a good night with a bad start to this evening. She was soon out and wrapping a towel around her before she moved to get ready.

Grabbing her clothes she began to dress herself. It didn't take long since she had her outfits picked out well in advance before she went out for the weekends- it saved a lot of time and hassle, especially when she was hung over like right now. Pulling her skirt on and her black gypsy top she wriggled around a little bit until it was on her body just so, her shoulders bare and showing a good deal of skin before she lay on her bed to pull her 4 inch heels on after she had pulled a pair of sweet lacy ankle socks on. Once this was sorted she inspected herself before deciding she looked very innocent. Not at all the type of person who would fight or smoke or even do the other things she did. She pondered over this as she pulled on bangles and then put her hair up into a messy bun. Fixing her makeup was as quick as everything else and she was soon ready to go and making sure nothing important had been left out and making sure Bonnie and Clyde were fed and watered she left the small flat above the garage and made her way downtown towards where all the more popular clubs were.

Lexi loved clubs; knew she could smoke and drink without any hassle (she had once heard that way back when there had been a law saying you couldn't smoke in public places! What a hoot!) and although she was legal for it she knew that there were some places that were a little more strict about some things. Walking down one of the many alleyways to her favourite club she listened to the crunch of glass beneath her feet before she lit her first fag for the night, taking a good inhale of smoke before releasing it her eyes watching for anyone stupid enough to jump her- but they were lucky and she got along without any problems at all which meant she was at the club sooner than she had planned and so she chose to hang around outside for a little longer before she went in- choosing to watch the people pass her by and as she did so she watched as a couple of obvious junkies walked past her talking loudly about their newest stash.

"Hey," They looked at her with dark and bruised eyes and she wondered briefly if they were human or whether they were leaches....no matter. "Where did you get your junk?" She raised her eyebrow at them and although they didn't actually say anything their body language soon told her which way to go. She smirked, flicked her now useless fag end to the ground and made her way along, keeping her eyes peeled for someone who looked like they were getting a little more attention than was normal. It didn't take long and she soon spied someone wearing a grey hoody- like that didn't look a little suspicious! She smiled to herself before walking along the pathway. She didn't go towards the figure but she certainly didn't move away completely, she simply kept herself open to an introduction as she idly wondered what they were selling. She hadn't had anything decent in a while and whilst she knew drugs weren't a good thing for her she liked to get that high every now and then. Ah well, she would have to see what happened.

[provethatweexist]

Intermist dealing with another string of young adults, she noticed an odd looking girl. She never blatantly approached her or made attempts too, but she seemed interested. Quirking an eyebrow, she quickly tucked the money away before walking slowly towards her. Her converse squeaked a bit against the ground, bringing her eyes away from the girl for a moment. Pausing, she lifted up her foot, she inspected the bottom of her shoe. There didn’t appear to be anything stuck to it, but they were so dirty from years of walking it was hard to tell anymore. Shaking it off, she lifted her head to look at the girl again.

She was young, fairly innocent looking. Subtle chords of muscles beneath the bare skin of her arm seemed to contradict the innocence she exuded. Sharp fangs brushed against her tongue as she absently ran her tongue over her teeth. Hm… she could actually make for a good meal. Strong, young, blood not too horribly tainted from drugs from what she could tell. Drug addicts were sneaky though so she could be wrong about that. Homicide had always felt she was a particularly sneaky person till she met a meth addict who by day was a promising lawyer. He was married to two different women with two different kids. Keeping that hidden took some serious skill, skill Homicide didn’t have. Yeah, she had been married long ago but that was a horrid example of a good marriage.

Pausing a good handful of feet away, brown hues trailed over the girl for a moment before settling on her face. Definitely one of the younger people she’s dealt with. Not an unwelcomed changed; the young ones tend to stay loyal the longest. “What suits your taste?” she asked, her thick Italian accent trailing over the words. Her mouth twitched a little, putting on the front of a semi-welcoming person. She wasn’t against talking to people, but she was much more interested in business then she was in much else. It was part of the reason she didn’t maintain friends. That and she lived a hell of a lot longer then most people.

[Lexine Sullivan]

Ah so it was a woman. Lexi had half suspected it to be so but really, who could tell these days? Men and women blended in together more often than not and it still confused her until they were practically in her face. This woman had some sort of sexy accent going for her and she couldn't help but allow a lazy smile to drift over her lips as she reached into the back pocked of her skirt, pulling out a crumpled packet of fags and a lighter than had seen better days. Popping one in her mouth she replaced the packet and cupped her hand over the fag in her mouth so she could light in without the slight breeze blowing the flame out. She was interested in buying, of course she was but she wasn't some sort of idiot- she knew the best prices and also knew that her current supplier would give her discounts on the stuff she wanted depending one what she had and how much she fancied buying at the time....so it would all depend on the foreign woman.

"Well," She inhaled and the tip glowed bright orange in the now faded light, "That all depends on what you have to offer a girl." And she wasn't the type of girl who went and bought cheap crap! She wanted something good but she couldn't decided just what she wanted yet- she needed something with a kick but not something that would send her down to the ground after just the one go...hm, decisions. She hated having to make such choices and since she wasn't one of these consistant users she wasn't quite up to date with all the different slang names. No matter. She figured any good dealer would know exactly what she meant anyway. Another drag and she shifted her body slightly so she could keep an eye on the alleyway to the side of them- not willing to not keep an eye out for stupid idiots who didn't know better.

As she was debating on what exactly she wanted she continued to look over the stranger. Certainly someone she hadn't come across before and she knew quite a few of the lowlife bums around here -meant in the nicest way possible of course- and she had never heard of an Italian running drugs. But hey. Times changed didn't they? She couldn't count on her sources all the time and what with spending her time between work and the cages she didn't get to run around like she used to but she still knew most of the comings and goings- she had to, what with swearing to herself to look after the kids around her area....she knew that they ended up as a meal every now and then and she liked to make sure no vamp was ruining her home turf. Not that she could stop them if she tried.

She really, really hoped this woman wasn't a vamp. That just would not be a very good thing! It would go against everything she stood for and did if she went and bought something from those evil beings! Or a werewolf...She shuddered slightly in revulsion at the very thought, causing her many bangles to jingle and clash slightly as she did so before she took a longer than needed puff of her fag. She really needed to stop thinking about such things!

[provethatweexist]

Homicide could feel the veins in her forehead twitch at the comment. This girl was less then half her age, and she was talking down to her? Well… maybe not necessarily talking down but it still irked her to be referred to as girl. She was too prideful to let people talk to her like that. Certain things she just couldn’t tolerate, and disrespect was one of them. After all, she was going to sell to this person after all, why disrespect the merchant? It’s not like any of these buffoons could tell if there was cat nip mixed with their weed, or baking powder with their cocaine. “Don’t call me girl, *bambino.” She said her tone quite serious. “I didn’t get the name Homicide for nothing.”

Ah the feeling of murder was something she loved dearly. The site of such beautiful blood filling the open wounds with its life, she loved it. She wasn’t psychotic or anything like that, she just happened to appreciate the simplicities of life. Their lives were something created to end. How and why varied as often as any library section could, but they always died. Even the vampires and the werewolves could “die”; it just took someone strong enough to break a person’s soul. Not many people could willingly say they wanted to do that, or could actually do it. Complete cruelty was a hard quality to find.

Ironically enough, even vampires and werewolves couldn’t be cruel enough to break a person’s soul, despite what the human’s thought. They could kill without a second thought but breaking a soul wasn’t like killing. It was forcefully ripping away every bit of humanity from a person. It took years to be completed; years of cruelty and dehumanizing someone. Even Nazi guards had trouble living with themselves after the stuff they did to all those people in the camps. Murder was so much easier.

“I’ve got whatever you need or could ever think of wanting. Cheep, quality, and stuff someone your age probably hasn’t heard of yet,” she said, folding her arms over her chest. The girl looked like she was probably interested in your standard party drugs. Cocaine, meth, weed, basically rounded off the list, and in more extreme cases, LSD could be included too. LSD and Shrooms though weren’t always popular though since most people were quite against having their brains destroyed in a night. Although, weed dipped in ammonia was popular and about as dangerous. The danger was probably less known, which is why it sold. Anyone who went through elementary school knew LSD was a stupid thing to try.


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[Lexine Sullivan]

Huh this woman obviously had a hearing problem- when had she ever called her girl? She would have laughed if she hadn't thought she would probably lose a finger or two for her troubles so decided she might as well save her breath in that aspect. So she chose to frown at the other as she brought the fag to her lips once again and took another drag. "Well, I didn't call you anything," She commented lightly, "I asked if you had anything to offer a girl." She shrugged lightly as if she couldn't care less before allowing her eyes to look to the side, keeping an eye out on anything that might feel free to jump her out of the black- you never knew what kind of creeps hung around in these alley ways and she really didn't fancy getting in a fight tonight, she was much more interested in getting a nice high...not a fix. She wasn't that hooked. Yet.

The hooded woman spoke, offering a few options but nothing more than a few party tricks. Well, if that was all she was selling Lexi might as well find another dealer or even better, her usual where she knew she wouldn't be offered such kids stuff! The look on her face must have given away her thoughts on such matters as her lip curled slightly in distaste. "I was looking for something with a little more kick. I'm not some kiddie Ms Homicide. I can take a little more...oomph." She smiled in amusement as she tilted her head to the side, her messy bun falling over slightly as she did so (she made a mental note to tie it up a little tighter the next time she came out).

Her eyes glowed in the dark as the tip of her fag lit orange as she took another drag. Her normally dead brown eyes held a hint of amusement before it disappeared as quickly as it came. She wasn't here to make polite conversation and she really wanted to get this over and done with before the usual patrol cars came a strolling- she didn't need the cops getting on her case tonight, they didn't take very kindly to people of 'her type' and she doubted they would believe she was hitting up a few people....actually she needed to rephrase that. They would totally believe that she was here to hit someone. Oh well.

"I'm after something a little stronger than that," She rotated her shoulders slightly as if she was still thinking about it. "Perhaps a little Meow Meow?" It wasn't something very common and she would be very surprised if this unknown woman had it...it wasn't something that cropped up on the market often. No matter if she didn't she would have to get something else but it would be nice to get her usual drug. Of course if this woman turned out to be a vamp or wolf she would have to take her business elsewhere...no matter how cheap or interesting she seemed to be. She really didn't want to give her business to someone who couldn't feel remorse for what they were doing.

Afterall, even the most evil of human men found themselves with remorse after a while....it was why in the end so many found themselves either dead or locked away somewhere. It was very rare they didn't end up as either of those things. In her opinion it was out of the question for a supernatural to feel anything for a human...especially remorse for causing someone pain.

[provethatweexist]

Homicide blinked for a moment as the girl corrected the statement. Huh… maybe she was a little hard of hearing… whoops. Maybe living above a nightclub wasn’t as great of an idea as she had originally thought. Nah, even hearing problems wasn’t going to make her move from that loft. It was free of rent and had an immediate market just beneath it if she had to get rid of some extra stuff, what could be any better then that? “Sorry, misheard you,” she muttered quickly. She didn’t particularly like apologizing but she might as well for now. She didn’t want to loose the client after all.

Quirking an eyebrow at the statement, she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. Compare to her, this bambino really was a kid, but she couldn’t say that. People didn’t really like dealing with vampires so insinuating that in any shape was something she just didn’t do. With the masks and wigs though, she could hide that fact from even cops. Yet, if the girl was confident she could handle harder stuff, then who was she to deny her that? “If your sure, then it works for me,” she said, a slight smirk pulling at her lips. She was about to asks for particulars when the girl beat her to it.

The name caught her off guard for a moment, a confused look falling in her eyes. Recognition soon followed as she remembered what the slang name was actually referring too. It wasn’t very often she got a request for it so she may actually not have a whole lot of it. Reaching into the inside of the hoodie, she felt around for the bag, finding it after a moment. Pulling it out, she looked at it for a moment, making sure it was the right drug. She still had most of her last shipment left so if the girl was looking for a lot she might be in lucky. It was better then most of the stuff that cropped on the streets, but she hadn’t dealt enough with it to know exactly how pure it was.

“Heh… one of the rarer drugs I deal but you’re in luck.” She said, holding up the bag slightly. “How much are you interested in?” she asked shortly afterwards. Average price was about 10 euros a gram but if the girl was going to buy a lot she’d probably drop it just a bit. After all, this stuff was pretty rare on her market list, so if she could get it off quickly it was better. Although, she’d definitely would have to watch it and see if it starts picking up. The stuff is fairly cheep so it isn’t hard to buy in bulk and she can pawn it off for more and make a decent sum if it starts to pick up. Most people tried to buy it off other American dealers, but it all comes from China anyway so why not buy it from the Chinese? It was cheaper that way and a guaranteed mostly pure product. Most dealers wont admit it but adding in fake drugs – catnip and baking soda mostly – was a fairly common thing. Only people who actually knew about the drug could really tell the difference. So cutting out a middleman was a pretty much sure fire way of not having to deal with that hassle.

She glanced around for a moment, listening to the people as they passed buy. Traffic was definitely picking up so she’d probably have to hurry. She had most of the night left but she still liked to be back in home before the sun even began to trickle in the sky. Playing hide and seek with something 14 billion times your size or so wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed. Plus, getting caught in the sun hurt like getting cut 20 times and thrown in a vat of Purel; her left pinky toe could attest to that. Plus, she knew this girl probably wanted to go and party a bit so she’d have to hurry it up before she left.

[Lexine Sullivan]

Well now, this was a turn up! The woman actually had the stuff and a fairly decent amount by the looks of that bag...but then again it could be anything in there! She knew not to trust new dealers on the block and she wasn't stupid enough to buy it without having some sort of prove that it was indeed the Meow Meow she wanted. Her usual dealer wasn't stupid enough to try and pass anything other than the proper stuff to her so she really hoped this woman wasn't either- people didn't fare well when they got on her bad side and when she got annoyed it was never a particularly pretty thing to see. As she was asked about how much she wanted she thought about it for a moment, weighing her options in her mind- she could buy the whole bag...she could afford it but then again did she really want to risk walking around with such a large amount hanging out of her back pocked? She had to get the damn stuff home afterall! Maybe she could stash it somewhere so she could go clubbing for a bit?

"I usually have at least 20 grams at a time," Not that she took it all in one go....she wouldn't be standing here if she did! But she didn't like being reliant on a dealer so she usually kept a good stash of it in her room under the floorboard of all places! Bert was a git for such things and she knew full well that he often held frequent raids of her flat, trying to catch her out on her hiding places so as soon as she got the hint he might be onto her she hid it somewhere else. "But it depends on the price." She eyed the bag with an almost skeptical look in her eyes. She wondered how much that would cost her tonight? No matter, she could haggle if she needed to and she was sure there was something she could trade in as part payment (another thing she had learnt was that these people always had a weakness of some kind).

As a group of lads walked past, laughing and joking loudly Lexi took a note of someone standing just down the road watching them intently and her eyes narrowed slightly. She really hated cops who thought they were well hidden- they were always the ones who got themselves killed and it was bloody stupid trying to watch a drug deal go down in this neighbourhood...she really hoped he had a gun in that jacket or at least something very pointy! Ah well, it wouldn't be the first time she had been picked up for possession. That would be nothing new, she was always getting into trouble with the Pigs around here and even knew many of them by their first names. She had dated one as a matter of fact but it had only lasted a week......things went sour when he walked in on her injecting a heavy dose of tranqs; he arrested her on the spot since he had been wearing that bloody uniform at the time.

"I might be willing to pay a little more. If you can prove its good quality and pure stuff. I don't want to go buying some cheap and lousy shit that will land me in the morgue by sunrise."

[provethatweexist]

It took almost all her willpower not to look at the girl like she had confessed to bestiality. 20 grams! What the hell did this girl do during the day to give her that kind of tolerance! She could also just be saving it so she didn’t have to rely on a dealer. Hoping it was the later, she quickly calculated out the price in her head. 10 Euros per gram would get her 200 Euros which wasn’t bad. Deciding to stick with the 10 Euros and see what happened, she opened her mouth slightly to reply but stopped once she saw the girl’s eyes narrow.

Tucking the bag back into her front pocket, she turned slightly to investigate what the girl was looking at. In between heads, Homicide easily found what the girl was looking at. Cops had never had a big strong hold on this part of town, but every now and then they’d try and step up enforcement to give the illusion they had everything under control. Sighing slightly, she turned her attention back to the girl. She’d take care of him later. After all, he’d probably make a better feed then some of the drug addicts hiding in the alley way. Hearing the statement, she pulled out the bag again. Opening it, she poured less then a gram onto her hand, holding it out for the girl to look at.

“It’s pure, although the cut is a little irregular at times,” she said calmly. There was a lot more to be worried about on the streets then drugs landing her in the morgue. People were notoriously vicious. Vampires and werewolves were also big around this part of town because it was good for easy kills. She seemed strong so she might not feel threatened by it. Fastest way to get herself killed honestly, but she at least was contributing to the “economy” of the city so she at least would be slightly missed.

[Lexine Sullivan]

“It’s pure, although the cut is a little irregular at times,”

Lexi wasn't sure whether to believe the unknown woman or not- afterall, you couldn't really trust anyone in the drug business...they made their thousands by praying on the idiotic, selling stuff that wasn't exactly pure. Of course what they did was illegal anyway so why would they care? They cared more about making a quick few pounds than the health of the customers...repeat business or not! Lexi had never been one to take people for face value and even less so those she dealt with out here on the streets. One day she was going to find herself at deaths door but that didn't bother her in the least...in fact she was rather looking forward to the day she didn't have to get up for a new day of nothing. Ha. She was pathetic really and that was why she was standing here looking at something that was in all probability going to kill her sooner than later.

She peered at the white powder before finally nodding. It looked alright and frankly she didn't care what it tasted like as long as it did something! "It looks alright," She agreed before reaching into her pocket to pull out her fags. Huh, she needed some more....did she always smoke this many? She could have sworn it had been a full packet a few hours ago! She couldn't have smoked all of them....could she? Never mind, she could stop off at the store on the way back home and pick up a few packets before heading to bed and the deep bliss that was a drug induced coma. Lighting up she took a nice long drag of her final cancer stick (no pun intended) before giving a nod.

"I'll take it, how much?" She clamped the white stick between her lips so she could tuck her hands into her back pocket to feel the notes she had crumpled up inside. She had more than enough with her to get this junk and still get herself the fags and a good few drinks to guarantee a brilliant night of nothingness. She would have to make sure to drop off at the orphanage tomorrow to give something to the kids- a little something to help relieve the guilty conscious she swore up and down she didn't have. She wondered idly if the woman would try and jump the price up a little bit. Lexi was well aware how much it usually sold for and also knew that the more you bought the better discount you got....but she wasn't expecting her to keep up with the 'rules'. Ha. That would be the day. A dealer following the rules, providing a good service to the consumer. She would love to see that!

[provethatweexist]

Homicide grinned a bit as the girl agreed, easily pouring the power in her hand back into the bag. “Lets see… average price is 10 euros a gram, which’ll bring it to 200 total.” She rattled off, glancing around them for a moment. “I’m willing to barter though,” She added. She wouldn’t go much lower then 8 unless the girl bought more, but she might as well let the girl barter a bit. What was the harm in that after all? Sighing, cold air soon filled her lungs, reminding her of the fact she was slowly loosing time. This deal should be done soon enough.

Glancing at the girl, she vaguely noticed the empty pack of fags. An idea popped into her head. Two packs of cigarettes plus 20 grams of Meow Meow for 200 would be a decent barter. Pulling an arm back into her hoodie, she easily pulled out her last two packs of cigarettes. “How about 200 for 2 packs of fags and the 20 grams?” she suggested, holding the packs in one hand. Her narrow fingers easily curved around the packs, keeping a strong grip.

Behind her, she could hear a slight shift in the sound of feet. The crowd was slowing down…. Furrowing her brows slightly, she turned seeing another drug dealer making a stop across the street. Quirking an eyebrow, she turned her attention back to the girl. Territories amongst drug dealers were rare, although it was considered courteous to give a 100 ft clearance. Not like she wasn’t going to put a bullet in the cop anyway, so she might as well just take care of him too. She had plenty of bullets to go around.

[Lexine Sullivan]

Hm, 200 and two packs of fags? That was too good a deal to pass up really and it beat her usual dealer hands down! He would give her the discount but never offered to give her anything else in the price...well, nothing she wanted anyway. He was more than willing to try and get her into some stupid drug fueled state so he could do as he wanted- not that he would get any sort of chance with a girl like her. She might be stupid and hooked on all kinds of things not good for her but she was not some common whore thank you very much! Hell, she was a virgin in everything that mattered (which was pretty much everything) and she was planning on staying that way for as long as possible. She had some stupid dream of waiting for the right person but she knew that she would either give in to her urges or just die some old maid. She was fine with either situation but all the same, it was a nice dream to have. If a stupid one.

Finally she nodded once, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a wedge of notes that were held in an elastic band. Clamping the fag down between her lips she counted out the cash. She was too lazy to barter tonight and she just wanted to get the damn stuff home so she could do a little erasing of her memory for a few hours. She knew the woman would probably think her stupid or some other such but she really couldn't care less. She was the customer here and if she thought she was getting a good deal then that was all there was to it! Eventually she had counted the correct change out before tucking the rest back into her pocket, knowing full well the cops eyes were watching her every movement. "Here," She held the crisp notes out to the woman, her other hand reaching up to take the fag from her mouth so she could exhale the smoke that was filling her lungs.

Whilst waiting for the dealer to take the cash she allowed her eyes to wonder about the street, taking in the slowing ebb of people. It was starting to get on in the evening and most people were either heading to bed or heading to the clubs that served the more...unusual of clients. Neither of those sounded good to her so she also vaguely wondered what the hell she was going to do once she had done this business. She had an idea she might be pulled up for buying and being in possession of a rather large quantity of drugs but hey, that was all a part of the game. She might not even get that hassle today! She would have to see but all the same she hoped something interesting would happen, her life was really starting to become very predictable.

Sleep. Work. Fight. Drink. Drugs. Repeat.

How boring.

[provethatweexist]

With careful hands she took the money, counting it quickly. Confirming it was the right amount, she quickly handed over the fags before retracting an arm into her hoodie. The gray fabric rustled as she tucked the money away and grabbed a vial. Measuring out 20 grams, she handed the vial over as well. The vials were one of her signatures… and much easier to use then trying for a plastic bag. Plastic bags were known to rip and tear, loosing most of the good stuff before it could be stopped unless you were lucky. So, she preferred something a little more durable. That and they were super easy to steal.

“Nice doing business with you, bambino.” She said, a slight smile twitching at her lips. Vaguely, she noticed her nose was a little itchy, but resisted the urge as she was distracted by some loud clamor behind her. Turning slightly, she caught sight of some guy’s fist landing into another guy’s jaw. Beside one of them, white powder littered the floor, almost like chalk on a school yard. Fury stirred the low-grade city as the men continued to fight, a couple others joining in for the hell of it.

With quick steps, she stood beside the girl for a moment before stepping back into the mouth of the nearest alley. “Charming.” She muttered, watching the men fight. The cop was itching to break of the fight, moving towards the mouth of the alley he was “hiding” in. His nature to serve and protect was engrained far too deeply for him to resist for long. Black boots hit the ground with loud thuds as he ran to break up the fight. A toothy grin rose on her lips as an idea hit her. Without any consideration, she drew her revolver.

6 shots rang out with loud bangs. Blood filled the air, cause her stomach to growl slightly in want. The original two fighters, the cop, and 3 others laid dead on the streets, various shots to the head killing them all instantly. Damning the small barrel on a revolver for not carrying more shots, she quickly tucked the gun back under her sweatshirt, into its holster. “Bah… that was less satisfying then I thought it’d be…” she muttered, frowning slightly.

[Lexine Sullivan]

Lexi didn't bother to return the sentiment as she reached out and took her goods from the woman. Just as she was pocketing her purchases she too was distracted by the commotion across the way and like the dealer she to looked across and watched as the men started to fight with each other. The drug addict inside of her wept at the loss of drugs whilst the fighter part (and the larger) watched the fight with interested eyes. She wasn't all the impressed by the fight- she could hit better than that idiot and she most certainly could do a little more damage! Ok, so she was making herself sound better than she probably was but since she had yet to actually loose a fight she was allowed to dammit! Sliding into more of a relaxed but ready to sprint at a moments notice stance she rested the one hand on her hip as she watched a few more idiots get involved. Morons, they should have just left it alone...

As the sound of heavy boots hit the floor she turned to watched as the cop she had been keeping an eye on run towards the commotion- obviously intent on fulfilling his duty to protect, even if they didn't deserve his humanity. This was going to end badly although she didn't realise how badly until the dealer had stood beside her and taken what looked to her like a revolver. She didn't dare show the horror that would have normally passed over someones face as it dawned on her what was about to happen. But even so she didn't stop the woman, instead averting her eyes slightly so she didn't have to watch. Yes, she most certainly wasn't innocent and had killed her fair share of people but she didn't enjoy it and took no pleasure from it and those who had fallen on her blades were not people who expected to live through a fight. She thought highly of herself but even she was well aware that one day it was going to be her last and she lived in that constant shadow.

She didn't flinch as the shots rang out but as the woman spoke she turned back to see that all of the males had been shot. Her eyes took note of the red that now mixed with the white powder and she couldn't help but feel a little pity- not so much for the dealer but that cop...he didn't deserve death really. She was sure he was a good man and she hoped he had no family. As the woman finally spoke she fought hard to bite down her distaste.

"Such a waste," She murmured, completely ignoring the other as she stepped out onto the street and making sure nothing was coming slowly made her way over so she could crouch down next to the cop. His face was frozen in a look of both determination and shock. She was glad it had been a quick death and with only a small shudder she reached down and closed his eyes- he at least deserved some respect.