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 Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 10:49 am
Her lungs ached. She'd been running for a while, she didn't know exactly the time it had been. But it felt like forever.
She slowed her pace, eventually coming to a pause. She rifled through her small purse, pulling out a crushed pack of cigarettes, and a small lighter. She stuck the filtered end against her pink lips, curving her hands over the other end, flicking the lighter a few times, some sparks, but no flame.
"Damn it.."
She lowered her hands and shook the lighter, brow furrowed in her distress. Her lungs still hurt from the run, and this habit was doing nothing for it, but her determination pressed on. She flicked it a few more times, finally striking it to flicker as a flame. She brought it to the tobacco and paper, puffing it to light, and then inhaling.
As soon as the lightheadedness hit her, she relaxed her posture, taking a look around her surroundings.
Of course, she had to go to the most run down area. A place she would never have chosen, but she was here, nonetheless.
She crossed one arm under her breasts, using the wrist as a prop for her elbow of the hand that held her cigarette, making for easy leverage as she stood in the middle of the road, staring around.
It was hard to see, it being dark, and very misted. Fog enveloped everything, and it made her a little uneasy. But she was a big girl. There were no monsters under the bed or any silly childish things.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 5:10 pm
She tried looking for some sort of distinction to know where she actually was. She normally knew a lot of places, but this isn't one she'd ever seen before.
A single drag, a small hold in her chest, then an exhale.
She looked up, coming across some poles striking up from the newly found sidewalk.
Damn it's tough to see..
The signs looked aged. Sanders and Neely street. Still didn't ring a bell. She looked behind it, finding a corner of a building. Maybe a map, or even a "Hello! Welcome to this crappy town!" sort of tourist junk. Lots of places liked to think they were important enough for that kind of thing. Even a newspaper. She never read it, but she wished for one god damned newspaper.
A few steps, and she touched her hand to the glass. NEELY'S BAR.
No open sign, and the glass was covered with old newsprint. Newsprint?
She squinted her eyes, trying to read through the fogged glass and faded print.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 9:50 am
She dropped the embering filter, twisting the tip of her toe to put it out. She couldn't read through the damned window.
But it was a bar.
And what did bars have?
She looked over her shoulders instinctively.
She hadn't seen anyone around.
But it was better safe than sorry.
She walked deservingly to the door, and put her hand upon the knob.
Wait a sec..
She thought. If a town was deserted, that would more than often mean things were locked up tight, in case they wanted to return. Or she was lucky.
She turned the knob slowly. It never stopped her, it never felt like it was locked. She pushed the door slightly, and it opened!
She never felt so accomplished opening a door. Still beaming, she promptly went inside.
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