Post by Emily on Nov 20, 2006 14:45:25 GMT -5
There's not much to this story so far, it was an idea I had and scribbled down onto my laptop. Post what you like about it, it's either going to be average, or not a winner.
The woman massaged her swollen temple, cursing silently under her breath. She soon brought her fist onto the table, causing the woman opposite her to jump slightly. Her blonde hair was horrifically shiny and almost plastic looking, and she rapped her faux nails, tapping and tapping away….
“Just give me my bloody fags, ok Bliss?” The brunette snapped.
“Ok, whatever. Why the hell are you still smoking? You’ll die in that cell before you get even a glimpse of real life.” Bliss murmered, while rummaging around in her green clasp, before producing several packets of cigarettes and a pink liquid lighter. She slid them across the table, and before the brunette got a chance to swipe at her beloved cancer sticks, the guard standing a foot away, carefully snatched them away before she could.
“You know the rules, slag.” The female officer hissed at her menacingly, “And bitches like you don’t get drags as easily as others. These boxes of crap have to be checked beforehand. You know the drill, you of all people anyway.”
The woman narrowed her eyes at the officer, but bit her tongue in fear of the reply slipping off her tongue.
The policewoman spun on her heels, and marched off, striding down the polished hallway.
“Just one!” The woman pleaded, “I’m choking without one… seriously…”
Bliss sighed irritably before ripping open a packet, and pushed the pale cigarette across.
The brunette snatched it. “Lighter? There’s no smoke without…”
“Fire. I know, idiot.” Bliss threw another lighter viciously across the table.
Placing the cigarette between her pale and cracked lips, she flicked the lighter on, and an amber flame soon ignited it.
She took a large drag, before exhaling and letting a cloud of violet smoke, drift hazily towards the ceiling.
“You disgust me, d’you get that Charlie?”
Charlie laughed, a hollow and painfully rasping cough type laugh.
“Honey, I disgust myself. Get over it.”
A bell rang from the corner of the hall, it’s harsh sound resonating through the high ceilings.
“Time’s up!” A guard shouted from somewhere, “Visitors, make your way through to the main Dep. and sign out from under the register.”
“Saved by the bell.” Bliss snapped sarcastically, “I’ll talk later, and perhaps then, after a fag or 10 you’ll have calmed down slightly.”
Charlie grunted a response, before taking another heavy drag, and letting the polluted air fill her lungs.
The woman massaged her swollen temple, cursing silently under her breath. She soon brought her fist onto the table, causing the woman opposite her to jump slightly. Her blonde hair was horrifically shiny and almost plastic looking, and she rapped her faux nails, tapping and tapping away….
“Just give me my bloody fags, ok Bliss?” The brunette snapped.
“Ok, whatever. Why the hell are you still smoking? You’ll die in that cell before you get even a glimpse of real life.” Bliss murmered, while rummaging around in her green clasp, before producing several packets of cigarettes and a pink liquid lighter. She slid them across the table, and before the brunette got a chance to swipe at her beloved cancer sticks, the guard standing a foot away, carefully snatched them away before she could.
“You know the rules, slag.” The female officer hissed at her menacingly, “And bitches like you don’t get drags as easily as others. These boxes of crap have to be checked beforehand. You know the drill, you of all people anyway.”
The woman narrowed her eyes at the officer, but bit her tongue in fear of the reply slipping off her tongue.
The policewoman spun on her heels, and marched off, striding down the polished hallway.
“Just one!” The woman pleaded, “I’m choking without one… seriously…”
Bliss sighed irritably before ripping open a packet, and pushed the pale cigarette across.
The brunette snatched it. “Lighter? There’s no smoke without…”
“Fire. I know, idiot.” Bliss threw another lighter viciously across the table.
Placing the cigarette between her pale and cracked lips, she flicked the lighter on, and an amber flame soon ignited it.
She took a large drag, before exhaling and letting a cloud of violet smoke, drift hazily towards the ceiling.
“You disgust me, d’you get that Charlie?”
Charlie laughed, a hollow and painfully rasping cough type laugh.
“Honey, I disgust myself. Get over it.”
A bell rang from the corner of the hall, it’s harsh sound resonating through the high ceilings.
“Time’s up!” A guard shouted from somewhere, “Visitors, make your way through to the main Dep. and sign out from under the register.”
“Saved by the bell.” Bliss snapped sarcastically, “I’ll talk later, and perhaps then, after a fag or 10 you’ll have calmed down slightly.”
Charlie grunted a response, before taking another heavy drag, and letting the polluted air fill her lungs.