[Incomplete] Aijou and Max
Who: Aijou, Max
When: Sometime during the night.
Where: A street on the lower level
Rating: PG-13 for use of foul language. x3
Warnings: Lots of swearing on Aijou's part?
Summary: This "poor" little blond is lost. Be careful, though, she's lost, but not defenseless. Some poor resident on the lower level is going to learn that fast enough.
"Holy fucking hell," growled the petite blond as she slowly strolled down a filthy deserted street. This was worse than downtown in Blanco. They didn't have much of a downtown, really...but it was better than this! It smelt god awful here, too. What kind of place was this? She had been told by a random passerby earlier that it was called Purgatorium. Well, didn't that just sound like a bundle of fun? Grunting as she advanced on, the girl decided to take this time to look at her surroundings. There wasn't really much to look at, but it would help ease the boredom for at least a few moments.
This dank place was hardly a sight for sore eyes. Still pondering how she'd gotten here, too, Aijou had a lot to think over. One of the biggest questions on her mind was where her family was. Her stepfather could ro in hell for all she was concerned. Her mother...well, she could live without mother. Rose was just a pain in her ass, too. Actually, why did she want to see her family? She couldn't remember now.
By the time she'd snapped back into reality, or what the closest thing to reality was, she was standing in front of a rather interesting house. She'd seen buildings and homes along this dirty place, but this one stuck out. It actually looked mid-way decent. Some of the other houses were half-gone or looking like they were about to fall over.
It was then, without really thinking about it, that Aijou had made up her mind to rob this house. It seemed that wherever the hell she was, getting by was going to be hard. So, why not "borrow" a few things to get herself started? A malicious grin played on her lips as she casually walked forward. She went up the front porch, to the nearest window, and without warning smashed in said window with a powerful kick.
Too bad it didn't occur to Aijou just yet that someone might be living in this house.
When: Sometime during the night.
Where: A street on the lower level
Rating: PG-13 for use of foul language. x3
Warnings: Lots of swearing on Aijou's part?
Summary: This "poor" little blond is lost. Be careful, though, she's lost, but not defenseless. Some poor resident on the lower level is going to learn that fast enough.
"Holy fucking hell," growled the petite blond as she slowly strolled down a filthy deserted street. This was worse than downtown in Blanco. They didn't have much of a downtown, really...but it was better than this! It smelt god awful here, too. What kind of place was this? She had been told by a random passerby earlier that it was called Purgatorium. Well, didn't that just sound like a bundle of fun? Grunting as she advanced on, the girl decided to take this time to look at her surroundings. There wasn't really much to look at, but it would help ease the boredom for at least a few moments.
This dank place was hardly a sight for sore eyes. Still pondering how she'd gotten here, too, Aijou had a lot to think over. One of the biggest questions on her mind was where her family was. Her stepfather could ro in hell for all she was concerned. Her mother...well, she could live without mother. Rose was just a pain in her ass, too. Actually, why did she want to see her family? She couldn't remember now.
By the time she'd snapped back into reality, or what the closest thing to reality was, she was standing in front of a rather interesting house. She'd seen buildings and homes along this dirty place, but this one stuck out. It actually looked mid-way decent. Some of the other houses were half-gone or looking like they were about to fall over.
It was then, without really thinking about it, that Aijou had made up her mind to rob this house. It seemed that wherever the hell she was, getting by was going to be hard. So, why not "borrow" a few things to get herself started? A malicious grin played on her lips as she casually walked forward. She went up the front porch, to the nearest window, and without warning smashed in said window with a powerful kick.
Too bad it didn't occur to Aijou just yet that someone might be living in this house.