The Bar.
Oct 7, 2003 7:03:59 GMT
Post by sanity on Oct 7, 2003 7:03:59 GMT
Stepping out of the shadows, she stares across the street at the dimly lit bar. Her heavy legs trudge forward in search of a colder refreshment than her last. Her rain drenched coat slumps heavily to the ground as she becomes overwhelmed with the stench of the less civile side of society. As she steps up the gutter, she hears a husky voice from behind her.
"Spare a coin of an old man?"
As she turns around, she witnesses a weather beaten old face staring up at her with his hand extended holding a rusty can which seems nearly as old as he is. Within the cup she observes roughly about three dollars.
"Pay day." she smirks to herself as she reaches in the cup and grabs the money that is there.
"HEY!!!" the old man replies, "Give me back my money bitch!" he shouts as he begins to stand up.
SMAKE!!! She swings her body around and slaps the back of her hand against the old mans face. His limp body falls back to the ground with his brittle bones almost shattering as his back hits the unforgiving dirt. His eyes fill with tears as he lifts his head and looks up at her. An overwhelming sense of fear hits his body all the way down to his very soul as he realises that this is no ordinary woman.
"Don’t trust others to help you alone the way. You wanna survive in this world you have to do it on your own accord.” She replies.
As she turns towards the tavern, an icy wind catches the hood of her coat seemingly giving it a life of its own for a split second. The hood falls to rest on her shoulders revealing her ivory skin and blood lips to the world.
The whimpering old man drags his lifeless legs back into the gutter where he recollects his tin while sobbing to himself. The commotion seemingly has brought no attention upon her as the light streaming from bar window hits her face. For a second she turns her head away as the light seems to burn holes into her eyes.
As her eyes refocus, she turns her head and peers into the seedy underbelly of life that floods the bar. In this place, anyone could lose their sanity.
The tavern door swings open revealing all kinds of low life’s, dead beats and drunks. The rowdy crowd took no notice of Sanity as she began to walk towards the bar. The rain drenched coat Sanity wore dripped all over the wooden floor boards leaving a streak of water under her feet.
Walking past a group of drunken fools, one of the men pinches Sanity on the ass. A drunken slurry of words stumble from his mouth...
"How's it going (belch) hot stuff?!"
Quickly she snaps around and puts her face right up into his making him jump back with shock, almost falling out of his chair.
"How will you pinch my ass like that again if i tare your thumbs from you hands?" she quickly replies.
The drunk stared in shock as her reaction was nothing like he expected. The other card players were now laughing hysterically at there companion as Sanity stood upright again and continued toward the bar.
"Shut up!" He screams at his companions as they continue to laugh at his misfortune. "Stupid bitch... (mumble)..."
Sanity pulls out a dusty old stool from under the bar. The stool looks as if it has existed since the beginning of time and will break at any moment. She takes her place at the bar and scans the scenery. In the far corner of the bar a thin lanky old man plays a piano. No one seems to be listening to him but he is content to play for his own enjoyment.
"Spare a coin of an old man?"
As she turns around, she witnesses a weather beaten old face staring up at her with his hand extended holding a rusty can which seems nearly as old as he is. Within the cup she observes roughly about three dollars.
"Pay day." she smirks to herself as she reaches in the cup and grabs the money that is there.
"HEY!!!" the old man replies, "Give me back my money bitch!" he shouts as he begins to stand up.
SMAKE!!! She swings her body around and slaps the back of her hand against the old mans face. His limp body falls back to the ground with his brittle bones almost shattering as his back hits the unforgiving dirt. His eyes fill with tears as he lifts his head and looks up at her. An overwhelming sense of fear hits his body all the way down to his very soul as he realises that this is no ordinary woman.
"Don’t trust others to help you alone the way. You wanna survive in this world you have to do it on your own accord.” She replies.
As she turns towards the tavern, an icy wind catches the hood of her coat seemingly giving it a life of its own for a split second. The hood falls to rest on her shoulders revealing her ivory skin and blood lips to the world.
The whimpering old man drags his lifeless legs back into the gutter where he recollects his tin while sobbing to himself. The commotion seemingly has brought no attention upon her as the light streaming from bar window hits her face. For a second she turns her head away as the light seems to burn holes into her eyes.
As her eyes refocus, she turns her head and peers into the seedy underbelly of life that floods the bar. In this place, anyone could lose their sanity.
The tavern door swings open revealing all kinds of low life’s, dead beats and drunks. The rowdy crowd took no notice of Sanity as she began to walk towards the bar. The rain drenched coat Sanity wore dripped all over the wooden floor boards leaving a streak of water under her feet.
Walking past a group of drunken fools, one of the men pinches Sanity on the ass. A drunken slurry of words stumble from his mouth...
"How's it going (belch) hot stuff?!"
Quickly she snaps around and puts her face right up into his making him jump back with shock, almost falling out of his chair.
"How will you pinch my ass like that again if i tare your thumbs from you hands?" she quickly replies.
The drunk stared in shock as her reaction was nothing like he expected. The other card players were now laughing hysterically at there companion as Sanity stood upright again and continued toward the bar.
"Shut up!" He screams at his companions as they continue to laugh at his misfortune. "Stupid bitch... (mumble)..."
Sanity pulls out a dusty old stool from under the bar. The stool looks as if it has existed since the beginning of time and will break at any moment. She takes her place at the bar and scans the scenery. In the far corner of the bar a thin lanky old man plays a piano. No one seems to be listening to him but he is content to play for his own enjoyment.