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Peyton watched Nikki walk closer to her, and she sat up, pulling a few brown hairs out of the red gloss covering her lips. "Lose your key again?" She asked, pulling the key out of her purse and dangling it in front of her. "You dropped it on the carpet on your way out this morning." She laughed, dropping the key into her friend's lap. “Oh, haha. And why didn’t you call me to inform me about this mishap? I could’ve been inside drinking cheap wine!” She smiled a little at her comment. It had only been said as a joke, but she now realized the cold truth about it all. “Well,” she said, standing up, “We should go inside now…” She nodded her head in agreement to her own words, and pushed the key into the key hole, turning it, and then opening the door with one swift motion. “So, where were you? Work?” She asked Nikki, trying not to grimace. She hated work, and Nikki probably did also. She heard frequent complaints, but never really knew if she liked work or not. She walked into the apartment, and threw the keys on the round, oval coffee table in front of the futon couch, and took a seat on it, plopping her high-heeled shoes onto the glass top of the table. As she waited for Nikki to answer, she skimmed the apartment carefully, looking at the dark-lavender colored walls she’d painted last week on the day she’d gotten out of work early. Her eyes grazed over a few tubes of shoplifted lipsticks and glosses on the kitchen cupboard that was visible from her seat on the futon. She rose from the couch, and listened to Nikki’s answer, shaking her head in response at whatever it was. She probably seemed a little rude, but was now a little paranoid. Since all of the horrible deaths recently, she’d been that way, not really herself. She wasn’t as playful as before. She took work seriously, wanting to leave at every chance she got- whenever Heidi let her leave, she jetted out of there. And the miniature glass vase on the table to the left of her had a crack on it and was on it’s side. Something inside of her snapped, and suddenly she was more paranoid than ever before. “Hey, Nikki…” She interrogated, her voice sounding a tiny bit distant. “Was this vase like that before?” This time, she patiently waited for her friend’s response, and listened to the ‘beep, beep, beep’ of the alarm and the automatic shutting and locking of the windows, shades, and door to the apartment.
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“So, where were you? Work?”
Nikki sighed and set her purse on the floor by the door, kicking her black thigh highs off before answering Peyton. "Chyeah....you know...the whole club waitressing thing." She frowned and looked at a bruise on her upper arm, turning it slightly in the light to see it better. The more drunken of the customers tended to get...a little cruel. “Hey, Nikki…” She interrogated, her voice sounding a tiny bit distant. “Was this vase like that before?” "Hmm?" Nikki looked up, brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes with her fingers. "Not that I know of...." She said slowly, before glancing around the apartment. "My jacket...? The leather one? I left it on the counter this morning." She sounded a bit frightened now, and walked a bit closer to her friend. "Did you happen to put it away?" Her voice faltered...she was terrified.
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Geebie walked slowly down the road, away from work, and towards the apartment that he called home. He was a little upset; he had to throw a drunk man out of the club for hurting one of the girls; and the man had said some bad things about his mother, which was not allowed. However, Geebie felt kind of bad for smashing his face like that; it looked like it might have hurt a little bit.
He turned down the lane, his mind elsewhere than the dark city around him.
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"Not that I know of...." She said slowly, before glancing around the apartment.
Peyton shifted her gaze nervously, slowly inching off the couch. "My jacket...? The leather one? I left it on the counter this morning." She sounded a bit frightened now, and walked a bit closer to her friend. "Did you happen to put it away?" Her voice faltered...she was terrified. She glanced from the bedroom door, to Nikki, her lip curling into a scared pout. “Not that I know of…” She told her, mimicking the same words she’d said before. “But…does that mean someone else is in here?” She asked, now standing next to Nikki. The faint smell of liquor was mixed in her breath along with the mints. She felt a little faint, but she wasn’t drunk by any means. “Do you think we should check the bedroom?” She asked her, clutching onto Nikki’s hand, her voice now a small whisper. “Nobody’s probably even here. We’re just paranoid…” She looked around the apartment with wide eyes, afraid to move. “The security’s top notch…”
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Lian was still lost in the dark streets she didn't want to panic cause she knows that if she panic things might go wrong so she keeps walking farther and trying to remember the place that she's in but it really didn't remeber anything about the place she's at. Lian starts to run when she started to see a street light. She was so happy that she finally found a street like as soon as she reached to the light she was around the corner to her house. She looked both ways and starts to run so she can arrive to her house before anything bad happens.
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James was walking a well traveled path... at least it was well traveled by him. he had never seen anyone down this path more than a couple times. it was a VIP area for an upstart gang. he sold them the coke, they sold it to some poor fuck who got addicted, they needed more coke, he got it. if it was cheap, he would buy it. if it was expensive, he would steal it, or kill the fuck offering it for a thousand a gram. the only people who have a right to charge that much better be selling some shit that lasts a long time, or be undetectable. he saw the only person he's used to seeing on this path. a member of the gang that he sells the shit too. of course, he might not even by acting on orders. might just be wanting to make a little money on the side, or get higher on the ladder. doesn't matter. long as he pays there is no problem.
"Hey Carl." Carl nodded at James, taking out a briefcase. 400 a gram, and James was selling him a kilo. net profits at 40k for this one. he stole it. probably gonna use it for charity to keep up a good image, or get some cheap coke. whatevers convienient. he took out the bag, which they never checked for mass. must have heard about him from someone else. they walked towards eachother, each holding sometype of weapon in clear view, james with a hidden gun, Carl with who knows what. a gunshot rang out. Carl fell. James pulled out his gun, and fired. a cry of pain indentified that he had hit. a gun fell to the floor, and the sounds of someone running were heard. james walked up to carl, checked his pulse. none. he dropped the coke, knowing that a gang member would be investigating, and picked up the briefcase. that's the thing about being in the drug business. you never know when your gonna get a bullet in back. best to just live life while you can. probably gonna die early. and keep a gun with you incase cops catch on. not for them, but for you. deaths better than being some gay-asses bitch.
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