``killerDEAL; {summer}

[Auralia Hayley Bownier]

do you think about everything

you've been through? you never

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I know I would stick out like a sore thumb if i put my hood down. Snow blonde hair wouldn't be good in China Town. Black hair, black hair, black hair. it was a sea of black sheep, and I was wooled in white. So it was a simple solution, really. I remained clothed in black, black hood up, black jeans, with just a white tee undernieth. And not to mention Fella trotting at my side, the bloodhound alert as he always was. I kept my head low, hands shoved in my pockets. I weaved easily through the crowd, knowing my way perfectly around China Town. This place was my kind of town. It was easy to keep myself moving, icey blue eyes boring ahead with no sign of heeding to anyone, so signal of yield for any mother, child, or elder. If I was late for this, I could loose these customers for good.

I turned down a narrow street, almost completely devoided of any life at all, the streets shining with the layer of mist that came drizzling down. Fella didn't exactly like the water, but he knew to deal with it. He'd never leave me. So, with my skater vans splashing in the puddles, I continued on, a woman on a mission. This was dangerous work, and I could afford no distractions. I shoved past a few school girls that just seemed to stick in one group, and they all made sounds of discontempt, tossing insults in Japanese towards her. Then one of them said something I couldn't stand.

"‚ ‚È‚½©•w!" You whore.

That little fucking brat called me a whore. I froze dead in my tracks, cocking my head a bit as my fists clenched. Fella stopped and whined. he knew I was pissed. I smiled dangerously, clicking my touch. Oh that little bitch would get it. I whirled around, facing her.

"‚Ç‚¤‚µ‚½Ž„‚¾‚¯ƒR[ƒ‹?" I spat. What did you just call me?

One of the girls, her almond shaped, brown eyes and pin straight jet black hair and her skinny little body and her petite hieght only making me seeth. She flipped her hair behind her shoulder and laughed, looking me up and down. She looked back to her group of bitches and they all started laughing. She turned back to me.

"‚ ‚È‚½‚ªŽ„‚ð•·‚¢‚½©•w." she sneered. You heard me, whore.

Oh, she was going to regret that. "Ž„ŒL‘ܘb‚¾‚낤." I hissed. I wouldn't be talking, hoe bag. "‚à‚µŽ„‚ª‚ ‚È‚½‚¾‚Á‚½‚玄‚Í‚»‚ê‚ðŒ©‚Ä‚Í." I would watch it I were you.

The girl raised her perfectly waxed and arched eye brow. "‚Ü‚½‚͉½‚©?‚ ‚È‚½‚ÌŒ¢‚ÍŽ„‚Ì•a‹C‚Ì‚Å‚µ‚傤‚©?" Or what? You will sick your dog on me?

I grinned, putting my ahnds on my hips. i shook my head, looking down at the ground. Who the fuck did this bitch think she was? I laughed, short and clipped, looking back up to her. "‘½‚­‚̈«‚¢—."

She wasn't laughing for long when something deadly and nine millameters long with one damn deadly blow to it. I pulled the gun, cocked it, and held it right towards her forehead. They shut up real fast. The girl paled, and I swear she could have peed her pants. I smirked.

"¡©•wÎ?" I sneered. Laughing now, whore?

She just shook her head slowly, and I could actually see her shaking. I chuckled, putting the gun away. I didn't say anything, jsut turned away and kept walking, shoving my hands in my pocket. Fella just followed, tail wagging and his ears perked up. It didn't take me long to reach the ally way, and i smiled triumphantly. I knew they were there. i could smell the scent of smoke that seemed to cling to them.

I walked into the ally way. They both looked up, their Japanese eyes glaring as the boys came forward. "You're late," one boy with red tipped hair snapped in his heavily accented voice. I rolled my eyes. "Do you want the shots or what?"

One guy came forward, tossing the money towards me in a wad, his blue hair flashing, slick with rain. I caught it, counting it before shoving it into my pocket. I pulled out the little bag of needles, each filled with the deadly heroin they were so addicted to. I looked at thier eager faces, then back tot he bag and smiled. it was dangerous, but I needed some fun. Danger was fun, wasn't it? Something new and exciting.

"You know, heroin is very addicting." I warned.

THey glared. "That's your job, is it not?" the blue haired-boy snapped. I only smiled.

"Maybe I want it."

Okay, I had to admit, I was not expecting this. The red-tipped boy lunged with a shout of rage. Were they really that addicted? I gasped, stepping back and I tiried to get out of the way. I barely managed a crippling blow tot eh gut and instead, he hit my side.I should have let him get my gut as he grabbed the heroin.

The gunshot shounded loudly, echoing through the ally. It was an instant pain. You know when people say it takes them a minute to realize they're hurt? Yeah, fuck no! I screamed, the burning bullet boring itself into my ribs. Both the japanese boys shouted to each other in japanese and ran, clearly afraid. They goddamned should be! I tried to get up, holding my right side as blood gushed over my fingers, and I groaned. i couldn't get up. i just stayed crumpled against the wall. Fella was barking like mad.

Okay, get the bullet out, Lia. Get it out. I took a deep breath, tearing off my sweatshirt and I cried out as I tossed the black hoodie to the side. I released a hiss of pain through clenched teeth, throwing the gun away, across the ally. Goddamned thing would be the death of me. I groaned again, pressed harder against the wound. I was breathing faster and heavier, the pain burning and burning with the blazing hot bullet. I had to get my fingers into the wound. Oh God.

I couldnft help but scream as I dug my fingers into my flesh, trying to get sort of leverage on the bullet. I couldnft stop crying out. I finally felt it, the burning metal. I tried to widen my fingers so I could grab it, but I screamed with the pain. I had to do it. I had to do it or I could easily bleed to death, and I could never afford a hospital. Not to mention I hate them. I stopped, tears streaming down my face, no matter how hard I tried to stop it. I was even sweating by now.

And I did it.

I did it as fast as I could, but not as fast as I wished I could. I grabbed the bullet with a cry of pain and yanked, ripped the burning metal from my flesh. I threw the bloody thing as far as I could and groaned, grabbing my horrifically bleeding wound and forced myself to stand. I needed to get back to the Attic. I leaned against the wall though, squeezing my eyes shut as I fought the urge to scream again. I tried to walk, but almost fell. I looked up to the raining sky in dismay, then back to my bloody side, my white shirt entirely red, my hands covered and my jeans stained. Fella was still barking and whining, tail wagging woefully.

I sure hoped I wouldn't die today.

TAGS !? auralia, riv
NOTES !? It's looooong. O-O
OUTFIT !? click!
WORD COUNT !? 1,334

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[Summer]

The last night you'll spend alone

I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go
I'm everything You need me to be.

<sub>I was walking down the sides of the crowded China Town streets. Boston was my home, and it had been ever since I was born. I knew my way around the entire surrounding area. Everywhere was natural to me. I knew my place among the city, and the people in each parts of town. I knew the people and they knew me. I was all over the city and I went wherever I wanted when I wanted to. This was my town.

I walked like I knew what I was doing, and I walked like no one controlled me. I walked like no one could hurt me. I walked like most people in Boston. It was a way never to get trampled on, and walked all over by other people. I walked down the roads, keeping my gaze low and straight ahead. There would be no one to phase me today. I wouldn’t be phased by anyone. Everyone in China Town hated me, but I wouldn’t be phased. I didn’t have to be here, but I sure loved to piss people off. I smirked slightly, and then looked up in time to see a group of Chinese girls hurrying down the road, and they all looked shaken.

I shook my head and smirked again. Stupid teen Chinese girls. With that statement I knew it made me sound racist but I wasn’t. I had grown up here long enough to establish the stereotypes of every race, and it wasn’t my fault that they were preferably true. I kept walking and put a hard expression on my face. This was how I walked on the streets. This was how I survived.

A sudden loud thundering, crashing noise echoed through my ears. I knew the sound. I had been in big cities all my life. I had been in Boston all my life. I my head spun towards the sound of the sounding of the bullet shoot through the barrel, and I started to book it down the side of the street, shoving people out of my way with such a force that it nearly knocked them over. I didn’t care, and I didn’t know exactly why I was running do fast, or why I was even running towards the gun shots. Most other people would run away from it. Any smart person would turn and pretend it didn’t happen. But I wasn’t smart, most everyone in the group knew that. But they knew I was wise. That was why I was leader. Not to mention it helped that I had been the one to create us.

I suddenly saw two Chinese guys bolting from an alley way. They looked scared shitless and I instantly knew they had to do something with the shooting that had just occurred. I had no clue if anyone had been shot, or if anyone had been killed. I had no idea if the police would even bother showing up this time. I was almost always found near the scene of the crimes. But I was just always in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was getting a bad rep for the group.

I shook my head and bolted into the alley way, only to see a girl pulling herself up and leaning against the wall. She had blood covering her white tank top, and I knew why then that I had heard her yelling and moaning.

I bolted over to her and stopped a few feet away. I looked her over. She looked to me that she was struggling to stay standing. ”Hey” I called from a few feet away. I knew to her I would be sketchy just coming out from nowhere. “Let’s get you pout of here. The cops will be here soon. Time to go!” She needed to come with me. I could help her, as long as she let me help her. I had a place we could go to if she would only let me take her. I could tell she needed it. And she needed it now.</sub>

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Tags;; Riv.
Status;; done!
Notes;; post back Heather!
Outfit;; top picture.
Word Count;; 720.

[Auralia Hayley Bownier]

Fella's barking increased to an agressive level, and I swore under my breath. What now? I released a sharp hiss of pain through my clenched teeth, groaning. "Oh, fuck..." I grumbled. I tried to stand on my own without the support of the wall again, but a wave of dizziness sent me to the wall again. I closed my eyes, wishing for some sort of reprieve from the burning pain, but none came. It wouldn't stop. I squeezed my eyes shut harder, groaning again. "Fella, shut it!" I snapped harshly. He didn't stop barking, though, which is wierd.

Hey.

I jumped, startled, and my eyes snapped open. I didn't even look to see who it was. I scanned for my gun, but realized hte thing was across the ally. i'd thrown it in anger. I swore inwardly and looked to Fella. The young bloodhound was standing a few feet away from me, barking madly at the guy and his husky. Pfft. Huskeys. I'd always had something against all the pretty breeds. maybe it was because bloodhounds weren't as liked. I turned my gaze up to the boy as he continued speaking, and narrowed my eyes.

"What kinda damned reason do i have to trust you?" I snapped. He was right, though. Sirens were sounding in the distance, so the cops were bound to show at any moment now. I was only seventeen. They'd put me up for adoption. They'd take Fella away. Or maybe they would put me back where i started--with my parents. I didn't say anything, though. No way would I give up my dignity to this freak.

But do i have a choice?

ooc: short... Dx

[Summer]

[ooc] Problem with the post... He doesn't have a dog.. O.o

I listened to her yelling at me. She was right, she didn't have a reason to trust me at all. but she needed to. "You don't, but you have no choice now do you?" I asked in an answer to her question. And it was true. She had no choice, I had to take her back to headquarters, otherwise she would most likely die. I had thought that I saw her take the bullet out herself, but I couldn't be sure.

I heard sirens off in the distance, I had to get her out of here fast. As fast as possible.

[ooc] XD

[Auralia Hayley Bownier]

ooc: shit! I was thinking of one of your other characters! lmao!

He was right. I didn't have much of a choice. I looked down to Fella who was still backed a little ways behind me, growling at this new guy. Fella might have any onlooker fooled, but I knew better. The pup was probably scared out his mind. He always was. He never left me though. He was loyal through and trough. I turned my sharpened gaze to the boy glaring in defiance. "I don't need your help." i growled.

I looked down to my hand that lay over the increasingly bleeding wound and grimaced. Now how the hell was I going to fix this? I had no supplies, and the chinese woman who owned the attic I lived in only believed in this witchcraft voodoo shit. I glanced up to the increasing rain and to listen to the sirens that got dangerously close. They would arrive at any moment. Goddamnit.

I whistled sharply to my dog. He was silenced immediatly and was at my side in an instant. I looked up to the boy, hesitating for a moment. I couldn't believe I was doing this. "Don't just stand there!"