Post by Firebringer on Nov 11, 2020 4:59:18 GMT -8
There is a moment of silence before the heat of anger gets to you. Things go near white and for a moment, you barely feel a thing. That's when it gets you - when you go from being a person who couldn't hurt a fly to a person capable of mass destruction. A fire bubbles up inside of you and it eats you alive. You become the embodiment of pure rage, blood boiling, and you begin to wonder if you could even call yourself a person anymore. ...Am I a person? When you exist as a fire for what seems like a never ending period of time, you tend to forget who you are, what you were. The only thing that matters is the burn; the only thing that matters is the pure energy manifesting in you.
The streets of Baltimore were never empty. Everywhere you go there's something going on, whether it is a roaring party, people milling about the streets, or gang violence, it was never silent. Las Vegas is louder, more vibrant. It nearly hurts my eyes. What am I doing here? Was it wrong to come? What am I going to do if it is all for naught?
I've set up my apartment. It's bigger than the shithole I used to live in, but only in the sense that it isn't a one bedroom apartment housing 3 people and 2 cats. I'll admit, I kinda miss the cats. I've already unpacked. Not like there was much to unpack in the first place. It all feels empty, but at least the view out to the city is nice.
I put on a little black dress, brushing out my wiry, fiery hair before putting it up in a high ponytail. It looks awkward, so I untuck a few pieces to make it look a little messier. I do my makeup, just a simple black lip and winged eye-liner. I sigh, going through lists of ingredients in my head. Bartending was fun, but there was so much shit to memorize it made my head hurt.
I throw on a pair of flats and grab my satchel, a pair of heels inside. After all, how can you bartend in Vegas not in heels. ...Maybe someone will let me know so I can go back to wearing chucks.
I greet Jonny at the bar before hopping behind it. "Hey, dude. How's the shift going?"
"Busy as hell. You are a whole minute late," the red-headed, tall, gangly man says with a teasing voice.
I laugh, "Oh, welp, I guess you're going to have to write me up and then I'll go home to leave your ass out to dry," I stick my tongue out at him. I'm not flirting with him, he knows this. At least, I hope he does. I don't have time for romance over here. And besides, humans? They're messy.
I do my shift, acting all cute - the opposite of who I am. I'm more fiery than this. Give me a couple weeks though for them to see that I'm capable and I'll be able to act like I really am.
I can't get too comfortable though. I have a reason for being here. I need to find her. I need to get her to listen. ...I should also probably get ahold of the local Freehold, while I'm at it. Still, I can't bear to lose sight of her again. Talia.
The streets of Baltimore were never empty. Everywhere you go there's something going on, whether it is a roaring party, people milling about the streets, or gang violence, it was never silent. Las Vegas is louder, more vibrant. It nearly hurts my eyes. What am I doing here? Was it wrong to come? What am I going to do if it is all for naught?
I've set up my apartment. It's bigger than the shithole I used to live in, but only in the sense that it isn't a one bedroom apartment housing 3 people and 2 cats. I'll admit, I kinda miss the cats. I've already unpacked. Not like there was much to unpack in the first place. It all feels empty, but at least the view out to the city is nice.
I put on a little black dress, brushing out my wiry, fiery hair before putting it up in a high ponytail. It looks awkward, so I untuck a few pieces to make it look a little messier. I do my makeup, just a simple black lip and winged eye-liner. I sigh, going through lists of ingredients in my head. Bartending was fun, but there was so much shit to memorize it made my head hurt.
I throw on a pair of flats and grab my satchel, a pair of heels inside. After all, how can you bartend in Vegas not in heels. ...Maybe someone will let me know so I can go back to wearing chucks.
I greet Jonny at the bar before hopping behind it. "Hey, dude. How's the shift going?"
"Busy as hell. You are a whole minute late," the red-headed, tall, gangly man says with a teasing voice.
I laugh, "Oh, welp, I guess you're going to have to write me up and then I'll go home to leave your ass out to dry," I stick my tongue out at him. I'm not flirting with him, he knows this. At least, I hope he does. I don't have time for romance over here. And besides, humans? They're messy.
I do my shift, acting all cute - the opposite of who I am. I'm more fiery than this. Give me a couple weeks though for them to see that I'm capable and I'll be able to act like I really am.
I can't get too comfortable though. I have a reason for being here. I need to find her. I need to get her to listen. ...I should also probably get ahold of the local Freehold, while I'm at it. Still, I can't bear to lose sight of her again. Talia.