Post by Lessien Melwasul on Jan 16, 2009 21:25:37 GMT -5
~T-shirt by her feet.~
~The GCW tower was always looming in the skyline. Even when she managed to lose sight of it... it was there, behind that spent office tower. The ultimate symbol of an economy that was dead and never coming back until China said so. Betty's fleeting economic views were of course tainted by years overseas and her rather mercenary existence. Alice? Alice had none. The only thing she counted was time.~
"Tomorrow will be yesterday..."
~Alice didn't finish the math, but she was right. It had been about two days since Danger Stick had entered their world and stole her fuel.~
"Fire."
~Whatever you wanted to call it, Lessien was running on the bone dry. She sat in her obviously darkened corner of her standard issue GCW room, legs akimbo on standard issue furniture while smoke searched lazily for the ceiling above their head. The muscles in her arms, back, and wrists throbbed in time with her heart beat. She raised the Lucky Strike to her lips when it was only truly and absolutely necessary. Now was not the time for wasted motion.~
~Back to time again.~
~Alice was still sharp as ever.~
~Beside her a chicken scratched list of names taken from doors, newspaper clippings and people who heard people who heard things: Jennifer Drew and Crymson were the only two that seemed to mean anything to her at all, and that wasn't a backhanded compliment of any kind. Dislike and loathing simply made stronger memories than doing absolutely fucking nothing with your life.~
"Girls and their insecurities"
"These are fucking children, Lover."
~Betty would have tossed the list if she hadn't already about an hour ago. 19 years old, 20, an ancient 21? She was old enough be most of their mothers and that was without being underage, drunk and oh so easy.
A diversion as shadows passed beneath her front door. People moving in, up and even out before it all began. They needed to get their fire back. Sleep. Rest. Breath, and stay away from that Child's Last Breath again.~