Nighte had stayed cooped up in Evol's mansion during the flooding. She had not allowed herself to be evacuated; no. She had no reason too. Why would she? She did not know them and they did not know her. So, she had stayed. Evol had died — a tree had impaled him when a whirlwind had come through the roof of the house; though Nighte was frightened, she was also secretly pleased.
Though the realization that she was alone did not dawn on her until... she was alone. She had received one or two phone calls from the nice man who had helped her — Kiki. They had talked just a bit, before the electricity to the mansion was off from a downed phone pole.
Since then, though, it had been a month. Nighte had gone drug-free for an entire month; though now... things were clearing up and the streets were as safe as they ever were, the girl was back. She was making runs through the clubs. She did not have money, however, so she avoided her usual dealers and looked for new ones — ones who would give her a free sample of their good stuff; to keep her coming back for more. She knew how drug dealers worked.
The club lights were flashing all around, and she was in the middle of the crowd. She was amid the turmoil of the moving bodies; and she did not like it, oh no. After a month in complete isolation, she almost wanted to back out... But, she was going through withdrawal — and it was not a good look for her.
Her skin was an ugly, ashen grey color; her eyes surrounded by dark, dark circles... and her face had this gaunt look to it, as if she had not been eating enough. Her hair was greasy, and disgusting — obviously she had not taken very good care of herself on her own. Her hands shook frantically, her teeth ground furiously, even her clothes hung loosely. She was alarmingly feverish, and anxious. Definitely in need of a fix.
It had not been a good month.
Soon enough she's stumbled out of the safety of the crowded club, gripping her purse against her right side as she moved out into the chilly night. Her vision was swimming; though it was not too long before she found someone standing in an alleyway... Ah, yes. Hopefully they had something that could tide her over until she got money.
The exchange was soon made, and the dealer left the alleyway, though Nighte did not. She was too busy snorting the fine dust off of her trembling fingers. She allowed herself to fall against the wall, until she came to settle upon the cold, slime-covered ground. She closed her eyes and exhaled, shuddering as she did so.
It felt so good. But she needed... needed more. Her body craved more. That rush would soon be over, she knew. And so, Nighte was once again stumbling down the sidewalk, her fingers gripping her purse a bit more steadily, though not very. Eventually, she bumped into someone. She'd not seen them standing there.
She stumbled backwards and mumbled out an apology that did not really sound too apologetic; but then, was she ever truly sorry? She rubbed her face awkwardly, sniffing loudly. Within a few moments, Nighte was giggling and stumbling backwards as whomever she had run into pushed her against the nearest wall of the nearest building.
"Nu-huh, miss'er." She mumbled, her speech slurring a bit. "I don' go with jus' any'ody." She added, as she clumsily pushed at the stranger's chest, before she became more panicked as the strange man pinned her forcefully to the wall, and began going through her purse.
"N-n- that's mine!" She exclaimed, struggling. She quietly cursed as she shoved at the stranger's face, shaking her head. Eventually the stranger left her there, on the ground, crying, but took her purse. Her identification; everything Evol had forged for her was in that bag. Except her cell phone, that had been shoved into her bra as a last minute thought before leaving the club.
She dug her phone from her cleavage before fighting back more tears, as they kept dripping onto the screen and hindering her ability to type. Eventually, after five or six minutes, she managed to dial the number she wanted. It rang... and rang... and rang. And then, the line opened and she sniffled softly.
"Iwasrobbed. Hetookitall." Her words slurred together, but by the time she had found her voice to speak into the phone, she was sobbing too much to speak properly.
@Sashi
Though the realization that she was alone did not dawn on her until... she was alone. She had received one or two phone calls from the nice man who had helped her — Kiki. They had talked just a bit, before the electricity to the mansion was off from a downed phone pole.
Since then, though, it had been a month. Nighte had gone drug-free for an entire month; though now... things were clearing up and the streets were as safe as they ever were, the girl was back. She was making runs through the clubs. She did not have money, however, so she avoided her usual dealers and looked for new ones — ones who would give her a free sample of their good stuff; to keep her coming back for more. She knew how drug dealers worked.
The club lights were flashing all around, and she was in the middle of the crowd. She was amid the turmoil of the moving bodies; and she did not like it, oh no. After a month in complete isolation, she almost wanted to back out... But, she was going through withdrawal — and it was not a good look for her.
Her skin was an ugly, ashen grey color; her eyes surrounded by dark, dark circles... and her face had this gaunt look to it, as if she had not been eating enough. Her hair was greasy, and disgusting — obviously she had not taken very good care of herself on her own. Her hands shook frantically, her teeth ground furiously, even her clothes hung loosely. She was alarmingly feverish, and anxious. Definitely in need of a fix.
It had not been a good month.
Soon enough she's stumbled out of the safety of the crowded club, gripping her purse against her right side as she moved out into the chilly night. Her vision was swimming; though it was not too long before she found someone standing in an alleyway... Ah, yes. Hopefully they had something that could tide her over until she got money.
The exchange was soon made, and the dealer left the alleyway, though Nighte did not. She was too busy snorting the fine dust off of her trembling fingers. She allowed herself to fall against the wall, until she came to settle upon the cold, slime-covered ground. She closed her eyes and exhaled, shuddering as she did so.
It felt so good. But she needed... needed more. Her body craved more. That rush would soon be over, she knew. And so, Nighte was once again stumbling down the sidewalk, her fingers gripping her purse a bit more steadily, though not very. Eventually, she bumped into someone. She'd not seen them standing there.
She stumbled backwards and mumbled out an apology that did not really sound too apologetic; but then, was she ever truly sorry? She rubbed her face awkwardly, sniffing loudly. Within a few moments, Nighte was giggling and stumbling backwards as whomever she had run into pushed her against the nearest wall of the nearest building.
"Nu-huh, miss'er." She mumbled, her speech slurring a bit. "I don' go with jus' any'ody." She added, as she clumsily pushed at the stranger's chest, before she became more panicked as the strange man pinned her forcefully to the wall, and began going through her purse.
"N-n- that's mine!" She exclaimed, struggling. She quietly cursed as she shoved at the stranger's face, shaking her head. Eventually the stranger left her there, on the ground, crying, but took her purse. Her identification; everything Evol had forged for her was in that bag. Except her cell phone, that had been shoved into her bra as a last minute thought before leaving the club.
She dug her phone from her cleavage before fighting back more tears, as they kept dripping onto the screen and hindering her ability to type. Eventually, after five or six minutes, she managed to dial the number she wanted. It rang... and rang... and rang. And then, the line opened and she sniffled softly.
"Iwasrobbed. Hetookitall." Her words slurred together, but by the time she had found her voice to speak into the phone, she was sobbing too much to speak properly.
@Sashi