☪ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ: paranormal rp [O/A]

[caffeinektn]

Test.

[Rose Scented]

Some things never fade.

Like the scent of mildew long since soaked into cheap wood paneling and overly bleached and starched sheets. Like deep seated disgust from one to many desperate and depraved actions in the middle of the night. Like memories from another time disguised as nightmares and dreamscapes.

For Billie Ashbel the mental scars of her torment were every bit as saturated and prevalent as they had been the day it had all started, only made even more real by the heavy weight of the man that heaved and hefted atop her. Sour breath moistened her neck, sweat pearled from his forehead and ran down her shoulder, and it was a fight to keep up the act of enjoyment. Luckily she didn’t have to do much but let out a light, convincing mewl every now and then to placate her most recent client. He was far too busy concentrating to pay much attention. Every now and then he would mutter “take that, Myrtle” under his breath in a breathless, victorious tone, and Billie wondered briefly if he was cheating on his wife, or attempting to mentally sate a need to prove himself to an ex. Either way, she didn’t ask, and they never told. She certainly wasn’t paid for conversation, and there was very little verbal interaction, if any at all.

Soon enough it was over and the man was drawing away and shambling to the bathroom to clean up. Billie watched him go, noting that he pointedly refused eye contact, his cheeks flushed and what little hair he had was plastered to his otherwise gleaming scalp. She waited for the door to close and then rolled to the side and reached down to pluck a pack of cigarettes from where they’d fallen to the floor in his haste to remove her clothing, her trashy skirt laying next to them. At first glance it was impossible to tell where her left shoe was, much less any of the rest of her clothing, but she wasn’t overly worried about it. The room was hers for the night and there was plenty of time. Sitting up and tucking the impossibly uncomfortable sheet around her torso and beneath her arms, Billie tucked the carcinogenic vice into the corner of her lips and brought the end to life with a cheap disposable lighter. Exhaling and plucking bits of loose tobacco from her lower lip, Billie glanced to the bathroom door as it opened and watched with a bland expression as her guest trudged back out, turning sideways to accommodate for his large girth.

Dressed and looking as shameful as ever, he dug a wad of bills from his pocket and counted them out with slow, trembling fingers. He looked up to her for a moment, grappled with his thoughts, and then hastily dropped the cash onto the foot of the bed, donned his jacket and left without a word. Billie wasn’t bothered. It wasn’t the first time it had happened to her and she had a feeling it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Sliding to the edge of the bed, Billie dropped her feet to the carpet and strolled to the door; after a quick glance through the window to the catwalk that overshadowed a long-since empty pool, Billie locked and secured the door with a bulky, stained chair. It wasn’t the most fortified place in the world, but it was better than nothing and more often than not they’d leave you along if they encountered decent enough resistance. Rolling her head to the side, she glanced over her shoulder at the bed and finally padded back to pick up the roll of bills. Counting them quickly and with practice, she was pleasantly surprised to find an extra fifty dollar bill mixed in with the variety of hundreds and twenties, and the realization made her laugh to herself. "Thanks for the tip handsome,” she snorted. Rolling the bills together aside a single twenty, she stuffed them into a film canister and buried it deep into the bottom of a satchel bag that had been hid beneath the bed.

Collecting a pile of necessities, Billie left the bathroom door open as she relieved her bladder, brushed her teeth, and showered beneath a spray of lukewarm water that so calcified that it hardly cleaned her skin, much less gave her any sense of inner cleanliness. Thankfully a familiar numb swept up and prevented the guilt and repulsion that had been there in the beginning. Eventually she stepped over the short lip of the tub, shimmied dry with a too-small towel, and went through the familiar steps of brushing out her hair, applying her make up, and dressing in an outfit that was much more decent than that which she’d arrived in. With a final tug of her shoe laces, Billie double checked the room to be sure she’d collected all of her things and stepped from the hotel room. A cool breeze, salted with ocean air and utterly refreshing washed over her, and she closed her eyes and inhaled the tangy scent, grateful that her night was almost over. She dropped the key into the return box on her way down, and after purchasing a pack of cigarettes and a microwavable hamburger from the nearest convenience store, Billie found a picnic table on the beach and settled down with her food and her sketchbook.


ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ the beach ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ no one ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ feh

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[Rexy-kun]

*pokes thread*
Anyone alive in here?