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| miwako-chan (profile) wrote, on 5-14-2003 at 4:24pm | |
| Current mood: blah Subject: Shoujo Shiroi |
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| “The damn government is corrupted!!!” she shouted her voice full of rage. The young woman’s tears fell in her heavy vodka. Her long, raven hair she pulled out of her face and pulled into a ponytail that graced itself upon her shoulders. Her pale faced stained with tears. Her large almond-shaped amber eyes seemed empty… Empty of everything the woman had once loved. She took down the large schooner of vodka in one hit, and wiped the droplets of the bittersweet alcohol from her lips. Her lips seemed to be painted with the fiery red lipstick… She wore her black leather trench coat over her shoulders. Her leather wristbands had large barbs of steel warning anyone who came near to stay back. Her choker seemed like a dog collar, with the same barbs that she wore around her dainty wrists. She wore safety pins through her ears as though they were earrings. “Damn it… Where the hell is that bastard…” she mumbled to herself. “Hey lady, da’ bar is closing!” grumbled the bartender to the girl. “Yeah, yeah whatever…” she muttered incoherently waving her hand as she walked out. “Hey what about the bill!?!” shouted the bartender as the girl was leaving. As he shouted she simply turned, stared at him for a moment, flicked him off, and slammed the pub door behind her. She walked out into the deserted street. The rain was pouring down heavily and thunder boomed in the background. She walked out under a streetlight. The heavy rain drops falling briskly on her hair. Her keen eyes searched up and down the street. Waiting for the man to arrive… to give her the package…. Suddenly, a car drove up to the streetlight and screeched to an abrupt stop. It splashed large puddle of the muddy water upon the woman. A burly man stepped out of the truck. He wore a tanned leather jacket that seemed quite worn. He was a black man, skin like dark chocolate. His big brown eyes were the only things that could be seen on this dark and stormy night. He didn’t say a word to the girl but simply threw a plain brown package with a white string tied around it. He winked at her, got back into the car, and sped off as fast as he could in the old Oldsmobile. This was her time…. This was her chance… She was ready. A gloomy bus pulled by slowly and stopped in front of the streetlight. The rusty bus doors opened to let her in. She walked up step by step. The bus was barren on that morbid night. She sat in the far back, as far away from the bus driver as she could… She knew where the bus was going… She felt the anxiety of her heart bunch up tightly in her chest. She felt as though the pain of her fears was consuming her… The lone hour to the girl seemed to be years upon years that seemed to go on to eternity… Suddenly the bus stopped with the squeaky breaks squealing and the jolt of the sudden stop. The girl fell out of her seat and into the aisle. “Last stop lady,” stated the bus driver in a monotone voice. She nodded and quietly got off the bus. As the bus moaned and drove off, she was in front of the building… the large house. She knew what she had to do… With every step, her heartbeat grew louder… thump…. Thump…. Thump…THUMP… finally she was only a few feet away from the house… She seemed to float through the seeping darkness of the night… She was close enough…. It was time… Was she ready…? She nodded to herself… She said a prayer to her Lord almighty and threw the box at the building’s window… She ran as fast from the building as she could… When the box exploded and destroyed the entire front side of the building…. The building was the white house…. And the woman… was a terrorist… |
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watashiwaklaha | dude!, 05-15-03 9:43pm awesome stuff...more!!!!!!!!! |