Post by kory on Feb 16, 2012 12:51:34 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #4d0303 solid 30px; ] Thought I was dead and buried  OUTFIT: HERE. TAGGED: wren<3 --- MOST WOULD PROBABLY FIND IT SURPRISING THAT when Korina Dixon comes home to get ready for a "night out." She is coming home from different volunteering groups. Volunteer during the day, Prostitute during the night. It was not a usual combination. There was something about taking care of people Kory connected with. It made her feel like she was needed. It made her feel like she had a point and that it made her less of a bad person. She wanted to change but change was hard, and frightening and all she knew about her life was that she was able to get by as she was. Sex didn't mean much to her anymore, as one could imagine, and she had become amazing at faking it. Drugs and cigarettes numbed anything she may feel that's in the negative spectrum. And giving the rest of her life away made her feel like the sex and drugs were okay because she was going to change 'eventually'. I think, what scared her the most was that part of her may actually enjoy the way she lived. She did have fun a lot of the time. Certain clients were entertaining, she liked the feeling being sexy and wanted, she enjoyed the attention she got from some of the guys, or girls, she's a non-descriminatory employee. She enjoyed the sex... most of the time. The life style did something amazing in the way it both reminded her of her childhood but also seemed to make her forget, or at least distract her from her inner demons. It was hard for her to look at her past and think of it as anything positive or negative. She had dulled herself past the point of feeling about her past. Her mother, her father, her brothers and sisters, the clients, the men who touched her before she had even turned ten, the nights spent smokin' a bowl and pretending the world was okay as she gave her little brother's teacher a blowjob so he wouldn't get him expelled, learning to say 'yeah, sure, why not' just so you didn't have to feel like your 'no's were getting ignored, getting as high as you possibly could without ODing so you hardly notice who's fucking you. That was her life in her mother's household. She was used and encouraged to be so. At least now she got paid after the fucked her. And Jesus wouldn't hate her for that. He was involved with Mary Magdaline now wasn't he? She would always have her faith, and that was the biggest guilt over how she lived her life but she didn't know how to do anything else. Right now, Kory was changing out of her jeans and t-shirt she had worn to the soup kitchen and was pulling on a tight black dress that was far too short on her. She reached behind her to pull the zipper up, sucking in a bit in order to fit it. She pressed the fabric down, smoothing it out around her hips and attempting to pull the hem down a small amount. She walked into the tiny bathroom to match her very small studio apartment and leaned into the mirror. She already had a client lined up for the night, no need for walking the streets or hitting up the club. She was meeting him at China Wok. She had been with him before, he was a regular. Not a good guy either. He was a CEO, married with kids, and from what she had heard over the phone, he spoke to his wife like she was dirt, I don't know. She just got the feeling he was an abusive man to either his wife or kinds, or both. He definitely liked to get rough with Kory but that she was used to, a lot of men were. They paid to get what they want. But the man was not a cheapskate. He paid her far higher than her usual prices and apart from when they were actually fucking, he was rather, decent to her? Not sure if that's the right word. He usually bought her dinner first, strange to her but I guess made him feel better, like he was on a date and getting laid instead of buying it. She finished adding some dark mascera and walked over to her bed. It was held up by milk crates as she sat down and pulled on her strappy heels and pulled her trench coat off the small couch. She pulled her arms through and brought it up over her shoulders as she walked out the door, locking it behind her. The trench coat always helped her feel safer on her walks to wherever she had to go. Of course, over the dress, the coat was longer, almost giving her the appearance of a streaker before as she got onto the bus and sat down near the back. Ignoring a group of drunk idiot college kids who made a few lame attempt to hit on her before she got off the bus, thanking the driver as she did so. She walked across the street towards China Wok. She put on her forced smile as she saw her client. "What's with the coat? I wanted you to dress up nice tonight since we're meeting an old mate of mine from college." He asked sternly. Kory kept up the smile and untied her coat, opening it to show the black sparkled dress. Her client smiled and leaned in, wrapping his arm around his waste, "Perfect" he said in her ear before giving her a kiss on the cheek. They made their way into the restaurant. As he checked them in, Kory pulled off her coat the whole way and draped it over her arm before following her client further into the restaurant. She excused herself for a moment to go to the bathroom. Kory needed a bit of a pick me up. She went into the bathroom, no one was there, good. She walked into one of the stalls and reached into the pocket of her coat pulling out a small mirror, a small bag of white powder known to most people as cocaine, a razor blade. Having been taught how to do shit since she was ten, it took her less then ten seconds to have to lines ready. She pulled out a rolled up five dollar bill and leaned down when she heard a loud roaring sound before being thrown and everything going black. When she came to she was dizzy. She couldn't hear much of anything, just a ringing and some echoes of screams. She tried move but couldn't much. She found the strength to crawl but had to wrap her coat around her hand which was bleeding badly. there was a bit of a hole in the wall from the blast. Kory coughed hard and pulled herself out through that hole but collapsed as soon as she had, getting herself out of the side of the building, regrettably where most of the EMT's and fireman were not headed to look but out of the smoke and fire. She laid down on her back and finally began to feel something wet and sharp in her side. She looked down. Her vision was burry but there was definitely a piece of the stall door jammed into her torso just beneath the ribs, her dress becoming increasingly soaked with blood. She tried to call for help but her breathing was not strong enough for her to make more than a whisper as she fought to stay away. Then you woke me up last night |
TEMPLATE BY KHRISTIAN @ CAUTION 2.0, LYRICS BY DAUGHTRY (tweaked by me)
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