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Date Posted: 19:13:12 04/28/02 Sun
Author: Pikaboo Raven
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 216.7.3.230
Subject: -|-Let The Devil Come-|-

'Pikaboo Raven'

Slender digits curl over ebonite string supporting cresent moon pendant lightly, stormie gaze flickering over the alley briefly. Revieling black halter top lets Reaper tattoe into sight, elaborate middle peircing's glittering softly in what little light it can catch in the dank alleys. 'Cross abdomen lay a second tattoe, a thorned rose, vine curling downward over smooth skin to disapear 'nieth low cut pants. For the first time since arrival the 'Dark One' uncannily resembled younger sibling in the tight fitting material. Small sound nearby catches attention, tensing as orics search shadows for it's source. Before spotted it was to late, three figures, all clad in black block exit as they emerge, all three holding small bats. Within minutes it was over, leaving a sprawled and battered frame laying in it's own blood. Femme holds breathe, keeping lids closed, wondering silently at how they could not hear her thundering heart. Finaly silence elapses and breathing is allowed, though rasping and short. Groan is silenced within throat as bod rolls painfully into curled up position, blood pooling onto the pavement from lethal wounds. After a few minute's rest she rouses herself, fircing slim frame upward, bruised limb grasping alley wall for support, leaning heavily 'pon it she lets cranial droop slightly, racking cough drawing up blood. She knew not why she even bothered to stand, why not let it happen, give them what they wanted, death would be sweet...Frame slides heavily to her knees, still leaning against the wall for support...


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