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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2013 3:39:55 GMT -5
A puff of smoke escaped Simone’s mouth as she pulled a cigarette away from her lips her eyes searching the bustling street. Why was she even outside? She’d gotten up that morning, hadn’t felt like going into work, and just started walking after she left the house and she ended up there. Shaking her head a little she took another drag and paced slowly in the alleyway she stood in. People passed by her without giving her a second glance. The demon could rip off one of their heads if she wanted to and they would never know she could. ”Hmm...” she mused out loud. What type of fun could she have today?
The demoness threw her cancer stick to the ground and crushed it beneath her foot to put it out before continuing to walk. The young woman walked father into the alley until she reached the back, looking around in the shadowed area with curious eyes when she noticed something interesting. A smirk slid across her lips as she strode down to where a man was. He wore clothes that Simone had seen plenty of people dressed in that came to her tattoo parlor. She could only describe the look as ‘punk’ but that didn’t matter. She was after what was in his hand. The demon didn’t give it a second thought as she placed her fingers on the back of his neck and applied pressure. He didn’t have much time to react before his body hit the ground with a thud. Simone crouched down and searched his jacket pockets before pulling out what she was looking for.
In her hand she held a plastic bag filled part way with a grassy-like substance. The man she’d knocked out cold had been enjoying a blunt and when there was one there was going to be more. Sadly, the rest of it wasn’t rolled so she would have to do it herself but that was a small price to pay for her prize. Now she only needed to find something to use to roll herself a joint. Simone wondered if there were any bibles around. The pages from that would actually go to some use if she had one—though she was sure there was a 99% chance that there wasn’t one around.
Ah, she would need to find someone to smoke this with. Sure, it was great by yourself but it was always more fun with other people around to join in. For the time being she stuck it in the back pocket of her jeans and continued on her walk. Simone stuck her thumbs in her front pockets as she pranced around rather lazily as she exited the alley innocently—for the most part. This was still a great find. Perhaps she could get someone from work to join her? She thought about her options as she sauntered down the street heading toward a less populated area of town.
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