Post by Deon on Sept 16, 2007 0:58:08 GMT -5
Renee slammed her drink down, clenched tightly in her fist. The glass she held between her fingers hard enough to whiten her knuckles under her lightly tanned skin was empty.
"Awww, dammit," she muttered, her words slurring together already. It was 15 o'clock. She coughed, the smoky atmosphere of the tavern finally starting to get to her lungs. It had reached her bloodshot eyes a while ago. They were slightly watery from the burning cigarettes. She was sitting at a table, wearing an outfit that shouldn't be defined as clothing for how much skin it covered. She sat slumped in the chair, her thin shoulders hunched over a pair of cards she held in her hand, staring at them with scrutiny. There was an obvious distaste in her eyes while she frowned at the two cards, as if staring at them enough would change the way they looked.
Her Doppelgaenger rolled its eyes, sitting invisibly behind the men, staring easily at their cards with a bored expression on its face. It had just rolled its eyes at Renee and made a motion of slitting its neck with its finger to tell her to fold. She had no chance. Renee wasn't too happy. The Doppelgaenger chuckled mischievously, as if at some inside joke only it could hear.
The guy across from you is planning on raping you, it told her sarcastically through their shared stream of consciousness. It had a smug look on its face, identical to that of Renee's, though unnervingly different at the same time. Infinite knowledge and cynicism did that to a... being. Perhaps that's what her double could be described as. Double... clone... shadow... Doppelgaenger. There were many different names for the smart-ass beast that seemed to project from herself and hers alone. Such knowledge... such knowledge... And it wouldn't even tell Renee how she would die. Or anything else she wanted to know, for that matter. Hmph. Unless it dealt with conning someone else in some way to amuse it, or otherwise making general mischief in the world, it was never very happy. Then again, the thing never seemed to be happy. It was so god-damn cryptic anyway, half of the things it said could be interpreted in fifty nine different ways.
Whatever. As long as I get his money. Hell, I'd get my name in the newspapers if I was raped. Then maybe I could start some kind of campaign for women's equality or something... Maybe about female genital mutation... The Doppelgaenger made a snide remark that Renee scrunched her face up at, but didn't reply to. One of the men across the table thought she had been stuck with a pin.
She threw her cards to the center of the table.
"Awww, dammit," she muttered, her words slurring together already. It was 15 o'clock. She coughed, the smoky atmosphere of the tavern finally starting to get to her lungs. It had reached her bloodshot eyes a while ago. They were slightly watery from the burning cigarettes. She was sitting at a table, wearing an outfit that shouldn't be defined as clothing for how much skin it covered. She sat slumped in the chair, her thin shoulders hunched over a pair of cards she held in her hand, staring at them with scrutiny. There was an obvious distaste in her eyes while she frowned at the two cards, as if staring at them enough would change the way they looked.
Her Doppelgaenger rolled its eyes, sitting invisibly behind the men, staring easily at their cards with a bored expression on its face. It had just rolled its eyes at Renee and made a motion of slitting its neck with its finger to tell her to fold. She had no chance. Renee wasn't too happy. The Doppelgaenger chuckled mischievously, as if at some inside joke only it could hear.
The guy across from you is planning on raping you, it told her sarcastically through their shared stream of consciousness. It had a smug look on its face, identical to that of Renee's, though unnervingly different at the same time. Infinite knowledge and cynicism did that to a... being. Perhaps that's what her double could be described as. Double... clone... shadow... Doppelgaenger. There were many different names for the smart-ass beast that seemed to project from herself and hers alone. Such knowledge... such knowledge... And it wouldn't even tell Renee how she would die. Or anything else she wanted to know, for that matter. Hmph. Unless it dealt with conning someone else in some way to amuse it, or otherwise making general mischief in the world, it was never very happy. Then again, the thing never seemed to be happy. It was so god-damn cryptic anyway, half of the things it said could be interpreted in fifty nine different ways.
Whatever. As long as I get his money. Hell, I'd get my name in the newspapers if I was raped. Then maybe I could start some kind of campaign for women's equality or something... Maybe about female genital mutation... The Doppelgaenger made a snide remark that Renee scrunched her face up at, but didn't reply to. One of the men across the table thought she had been stuck with a pin.
She threw her cards to the center of the table.