II.
Take me down town tonight, I want to forget.
3 months prior:
Underneath the looming skyscrapers and luxury penthouses, the upscale apartments and multimillion dollar office buildings, there was a world unlike any other. During the day, average businessmen and women made the commute to the office, but when the sun vanished below the horizon, the filth of Gotham's underbelly scuttled out and flooded the streets. Rape, homicide and theft was the game, and the metropolis was their playing board.
Alley ways were crime hotspots, and no street corner went short of a scandalously dressed female. It was the nightlife, full of street races,
Criminal Habits: Prologue by haloangel1, literature
Literature
Criminal Habits: Prologue
I.
I want the lights to blind me, I want to disappear.
Flashes.
Gunshots.
Screams.
The passionate mantra dancing before her eyes was a terrifying one, and the small woman found herself slumped against the cement wall in a small room. Solitary, quiet, and alone, she found herself replaying the path she took to get here.
"Deshi, deshi, basara, basara, deshi, deshi, basara, basara "
The chanting outside was distracting.
She buried her face into her hands. When her eyes closed, gray flashes of the nights replayed behind her lids. Hot breath, lips assaulting lips, fingers tugging and exploring. The bedroom was a battlefield, as
II.
Take me down town tonight, I want to forget.
3 months prior:
Underneath the looming skyscrapers and luxury penthouses, the upscale apartments and multimillion dollar office buildings, there was a world unlike any other. During the day, average businessmen and women made the commute to the office, but when the sun vanished below the horizon, the filth of Gotham's underbelly scuttled out and flooded the streets. Rape, homicide and theft was the game, and the metropolis was their playing board.
Alley ways were crime hotspots, and no street corner went short of a scandalously dressed female. It was the nightlife, full of street races,
Criminal Habits: Prologue by haloangel1, literature
Literature
Criminal Habits: Prologue
I.
I want the lights to blind me, I want to disappear.
Flashes.
Gunshots.
Screams.
The passionate mantra dancing before her eyes was a terrifying one, and the small woman found herself slumped against the cement wall in a small room. Solitary, quiet, and alone, she found herself replaying the path she took to get here.
"Deshi, deshi, basara, basara, deshi, deshi, basara, basara "
The chanting outside was distracting.
She buried her face into her hands. When her eyes closed, gray flashes of the nights replayed behind her lids. Hot breath, lips assaulting lips, fingers tugging and exploring. The bedroom was a battlefield, as
I have a hefty pile of homework that I am really not looking forward to finishing. But, eh, concept maps can wait.
I haven't updated this journal in a year, and I figured that it should be about time that I do it. I haven't got much to say really, only that I love everybody who was watched me or favourited any of my stuff.
Hm. This has suddenly turned into such a sappy entry. Well, whatever. I would write you a small synopsis of my life at the current moment, but you may die from boredom. The family is great, I've got good grades, yada yada. that seems like all the things I would share with my Gramother on the phone.
Expect lots of writing
Well. I am in fact not dead, if not dying in one way or another. It seems my profile needs some updating... no? I figured I should write a new journal to start. Anyways, how are you?
Yes. You.
How has this cruel world been treating you?
Cruely I take it?