A Thin Line

Deva Gendrel

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Sith Order
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Champion

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Killa Ree
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From far, far beneath her feet, she could feel the slight tremors, the Things that shambled and clawed. Kinda like the Underworld, came the quiet thought, and as she exhaled it floated on the thin skim of her mind and up into the smoggy scenery of just another kriffin' ecumenopolis. They just pile up on top of each other, like shit brick after shit brick, she smirked, almost hearing the spiced cigara crinkle as it burned between her fingers; she was coasting on that narrow strip between too much and too little, a limnal space between the living and the dead.

"Might as well be dead," she growled, and a passerby gave her a curious look, walking faster away as red, glazed eyes met theirs. She drew in another puff, and blew it at their retreating back, scowling. "Kark off," she snarled as they scuttled away.

Far away, she could hear screaming. Or was it sirens? It was such a pain to care. Footsteps slammed into duracrete in front of her; she popped open one eye again, lazily watching as someone darted, their thin chest rising and falling as their blood pulsed in their throat and their eyes bulged. Like... panicked sapphires. Or some kriff like that. She watched in passive bemusement as they lifted their blaster, aiming a trio of panicked shots down the street. Another growl, this one closer.

Now this was interesting. She shifted slightly, and the man startled, wheeling on her. Seeing she wasn't an enemy, his jaw slacked open. Even from here she could smell he had let loose a few bowels, and her thin nose twitched. "Help me," he squeaked, and she exhaled slowly, another thin cloud pluming out.


"You people are such a pain," she muttered, even as the man wheeled back on the mouth of the alleyway. Something was definitely coming, and it was spoiling her vibe.

Her jaw clenched, the cigara beginning to bend where her fingers clipped around it. She hated when things spoiled her vibe. Almost as much as when someone would touch Mr. Tig without asking her.
"Better run," she muttered, and the man began to sprint. Whatever it was, it was closing in fast.

She stretched, sighing as her back popped and hips ached. These kriffin' dumpster fire cities... honestly. Didn't anyone clean up their mess anymore?

The alleyway lit with crimson, and into the smoggy air, something howled in pain. Then again, life was pain, wasn't it.

Kriff, she hated this place.
 
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