|Heroin | Diacetylmorphine (formnumberfour) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-09-12 00:40:00
Who: Heroin & Open
What: Out on the prowl
When: Late Wednesday night/early Thursday morning
Where: Streets of Manhattan
Heroin had a bit of a flare for the dramatic, she could admit it. She liked to don black leather when she took to the streets at night, clothes so smooth and well-fitted that they made no noise as she moved. She seemed to move from shadow to shadow as she walked, her duster fluttering behind her.
She liked to go and visit some of the more rundown neighborhoods sometimes, walking among the people who used her and always kept coming back for more. She rarely, if ever, went armed, however, she was more than capable of taking care of herself. Besides, the ones she ran into wanted the euphoria that seemed to trail in her wake, they had no wish to offer her violence. Heroin was Queen of her own ever-growing empire, and she rather liked it that way.