[locked] muses_creative: Quote & Picture
"All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire."
Habit. Killing had just become another habit to her these days. Of course she did it for the money too, you can’t get by in this world without money unless you turn to petty theft and she was no petty criminal. And it was hard to beat that rush you got when you finished a job, no drugs could even come close to that. But as the years had passed she had started going through the motions, everything was a routine. Find the target, kill them, get out of there without being spotted. A little interrogation changed things up a bit, but it was nothing more.
A bird lifted off out of a tree and Kat aimed a stone at it, knocking it out of the sky and onto the path before her. She sniffed and kicked the body aside with a shoe before continuing. But soon the rhythmic beat of her footfalls was joined by another set walking along a path on the other side of the thick hedge. The voice on the other side was familiar. Kat froze and crouched down, ensuring she was well hidden by the thickest part of the shrubbery as the man continued talking. She did know that voice, Bryce Rock - leader of the Rocks, one of the bigger gangs in town. Well well well, here was a chance for some troublemaking. If something were to befall Mr Rock, well, the gangs would be at war. But was he alone? That was the question. Listening hard she couldn’t hear another voice replying to him, despite his numerous questions and answers and she could just hear the beep and crackle of a mobile phone. Smirking to herself Kat pulled her silenced pistol out of her belt and started to straighten up.
A moment later Kat was bouncing away down the path wondering how the newspapers would break the story of Bryce Rock’s death.
A cup of coffee
Coffee, she drank too much coffee. It was turning her teeth yellow.
The thought had crept up on her while she was absentmindedly stirring her mug. It was true though, she really did drink too much coffee and it really was starting to yellow her teeth just a little. Nothing the right toothpaste wouldn’t sort out. In her head Kat made a silent vow to herself to drink more water, water and fruit juice. Orange instead of coffee at breakfast. The first few days she might be a little grouchy sure, but after that she’d feel better. She was sure of it.
The dark-haired girl leant back in her seat and opened the paper. Occasionally scribbling notes in a small notepad she kept with her. The two activities were completely unrelated but somehow she managed to do them simultaneously, carefully writing out her shopping list when she scanned the adverts and announcements. Most of them were boring and meaningless, but it was a routine she kept up with every day. The right ad, placed in the right place and correctly worded meant everything to her. It meant she had a job opportunity. She had her phone of course, but so few people were competent enough to pick up the number on their own these days. It was only really repeat customers who had her phone number and she had so few of those these days. Besides she hated technology, it never co operated the way people did, and was much harder to scare. Even after she stuck a knife through her last Motorola…
Pasta! She needed to buy more pasta. A quick movement of the hand and it was added to the bottom of the list. There was nothing in the paper. Business was lax these days, over half of her repeat customers were gone and the young blood just wasn’t the same. Talking, or rather thinking, like this made her feel old but it was a fast paced world she lived in. Tuesday’s friend was trying to kill you on Wednesday and arrested by Thursday and Friday’s job opportunity never turned up and was found dead in the river Sunday morning. Not that it didn’t pay well. She lived comfortably. Of course everything material was paid for in cash and all her amenities were garnered illegally - she slept with a guy who knew a guy whose brother fixed up her electricity for example - but it wasn’t such a bad life in the end.
Kat leant back in her seat and sipped her coffee carefully, right hand picking at the skinny blueberry muffin with her left turned to the funny pages of the newspaper. She lamented the fact raspberries weren’t in season, blueberry muffins were a poor compensation for fresh raspberries and yoghurt, but they hardly ever were. Once she found the funnies she was content. Kat had never been funny in her life but she did love comedy.
Habit. Killing had just become another habit to her these days. Of course she did it for the money too, you can’t get by in this world without money unless you turn to petty theft and she was no petty criminal. And it was hard to beat that rush you got when you finished a job, no drugs could even come close to that. But as the years had passed she had started going through the motions, everything was a routine. Find the target, kill them, get out of there without being spotted. A little interrogation changed things up a bit, but it was nothing more.
A bird lifted off out of a tree and Kat aimed a stone at it, knocking it out of the sky and onto the path before her. She sniffed and kicked the body aside with a shoe before continuing. But soon the rhythmic beat of her footfalls was joined by another set walking along a path on the other side of the thick hedge. The voice on the other side was familiar. Kat froze and crouched down, ensuring she was well hidden by the thickest part of the shrubbery as the man continued talking. She did know that voice, Bryce Rock - leader of the Rocks, one of the bigger gangs in town. Well well well, here was a chance for some troublemaking. If something were to befall Mr Rock, well, the gangs would be at war. But was he alone? That was the question. Listening hard she couldn’t hear another voice replying to him, despite his numerous questions and answers and she could just hear the beep and crackle of a mobile phone. Smirking to herself Kat pulled her silenced pistol out of her belt and started to straighten up.
A moment later Kat was bouncing away down the path wondering how the newspapers would break the story of Bryce Rock’s death.
A cup of coffee
Coffee, she drank too much coffee. It was turning her teeth yellow.
The thought had crept up on her while she was absentmindedly stirring her mug. It was true though, she really did drink too much coffee and it really was starting to yellow her teeth just a little. Nothing the right toothpaste wouldn’t sort out. In her head Kat made a silent vow to herself to drink more water, water and fruit juice. Orange instead of coffee at breakfast. The first few days she might be a little grouchy sure, but after that she’d feel better. She was sure of it.
The dark-haired girl leant back in her seat and opened the paper. Occasionally scribbling notes in a small notepad she kept with her. The two activities were completely unrelated but somehow she managed to do them simultaneously, carefully writing out her shopping list when she scanned the adverts and announcements. Most of them were boring and meaningless, but it was a routine she kept up with every day. The right ad, placed in the right place and correctly worded meant everything to her. It meant she had a job opportunity. She had her phone of course, but so few people were competent enough to pick up the number on their own these days. It was only really repeat customers who had her phone number and she had so few of those these days. Besides she hated technology, it never co operated the way people did, and was much harder to scare. Even after she stuck a knife through her last Motorola…
Pasta! She needed to buy more pasta. A quick movement of the hand and it was added to the bottom of the list. There was nothing in the paper. Business was lax these days, over half of her repeat customers were gone and the young blood just wasn’t the same. Talking, or rather thinking, like this made her feel old but it was a fast paced world she lived in. Tuesday’s friend was trying to kill you on Wednesday and arrested by Thursday and Friday’s job opportunity never turned up and was found dead in the river Sunday morning. Not that it didn’t pay well. She lived comfortably. Of course everything material was paid for in cash and all her amenities were garnered illegally - she slept with a guy who knew a guy whose brother fixed up her electricity for example - but it wasn’t such a bad life in the end.
Kat leant back in her seat and sipped her coffee carefully, right hand picking at the skinny blueberry muffin with her left turned to the funny pages of the newspaper. She lamented the fact raspberries weren’t in season, blueberry muffins were a poor compensation for fresh raspberries and yoghurt, but they hardly ever were. Once she found the funnies she was content. Kat had never been funny in her life but she did love comedy.